I'M BACK! I'm home, with my laptop and everything, so yay, no more spelling errors. This isn't a songfic, just a drabble. Enjoy! Read and review!
Rose and Dimitri were on vacation, by order of the Queen, and they were required to travel somewhere outside of Pennsylvania.
They had decided on Boston. It was close enough that they could be home in two hours in case of an emergency and still have fun.
Dimitri hadn't been there before, but Rose had. She and Lissa had made a stop there while on the run.
Their first day there, Rose elected to go into the city and walk around.
"Come on, Comrade!" She called, dashing ahead. She loved the city; loved the hustle and bustle of all the people. Everyone had a story, and she wondered about each one.
Dimitri smiled at her and chuckled, enjoying her childlike wonder at the city.
She sighed to herself. That was so Dimitri, to just watch her and laugh to himself. He never had any fun.
She chewed her lip, wondering how to get him to let loose and full on laugh.
Well, alcohol usually does the trick with people, she mused, looking back at her Russian. But I'm not sure that will work with this one...
But still. It was worth a try.
She slipped her had into his. "Hungry? I know a good place for dinner."
Dimitri kissed her knuckles. "Whatever you want, Roza."
She ended up bringing him to an Irish bar she and Lissa had frequented while on the run, where they would search for quiet drunks who wouldn't mind being bitten for blood.
"Hey, Rosie!" A voice called from behind the bar.
"Owen!" She ran up to hug the twenty three year old, leaning across the bar. "How are you?"
He grinned. He was good looking, with flaming red hair, freckles, and hazel eyes. He had the accent to match the hair. "I'm fine, love. How are you? We haven't seen ya for a while now! Where ya been?"
She shrugged. "Here and there."
"Where's Lissy?"
Rose smirked. He had been in love with Lissa, showering her with free drinks, compliments, and moony eyed gazes.
"She's busy on vacation with her boyfriend."
His face fell. "Ah, well. That was bound to happen, a pretty lass like her."
Rose laughed. "She only tolerated your advanced because I liked the free drinks."
He grinned. "Did you? Well, since it's you, I think I could get you more."
"Me and my friend?"
"Sure, her too."
Rose smirked at him and pulled Dimitri forward. "Owen, meet my boyfriend, Dimitri."
Dimitri stared him down.
The blood drained from Owen's face. "Erm... Nice to meet you," he stammered. "Name's Owen." He limply put his hand out to shake, as if he were afraid Dimitri would bite it off.
Rose smiled to herself. Dimitri could do worse to him than bite it off.
Dimitri coolly shook his hand, then wrapped an arm around Rose, pulling her firmly into his side. "Dimitri Belikov. I take it you know my Roza well?"
He's jealous, Rose realized. Insanely jealous.
She immediately felt bad. Dimitri knew he held all of her heart, didn't he?
And yet...
Dimitri was staring at Owen as if he had just caught Owen kicking a puppy or stealing from a child.
Oh, Jeez, Rose thought. I hope this doesn't come to blows.
"Liss and I spent some time here and we all became friends," Rose said. She wrapped her arms around his torso and rested her head against his chest, still turned towards Owen.
Dimitri relaxed a bit at her touch, but still glared at Owen.
"Yeah, friends, you know. A bartender gets familiar with their regulars." Owen stammered.
"Regulars?" Dimitri shot rose a look saying 'you will tell me about this later' and she sighed. "You mean you served alcohol to two underage girls on a regular basis?"
"Dimitri, I think we should go sit down and order something to eat," Rose said, tugging his arm.
"Underage? Nah, man, they had ID's. You're twenty two, right Rose?"
She froze. "Um."
"She's eighteen," Dimitri said. "Maybe check your ID's for fakes before you serve someone alcohol."
Owen turned to Rose. "You're eighteen? Now? So you were like... sixteen back then? Both of you?" Even more blood drained from his face, if it was possible. Dimitri just glared steadily.
Rose had finally had enough and tugged Dimitri away to a corner table.
"What are you doing?" She hissed. "Don't lecture the poor guy!"
"Roza, he was stupid enough to give free alcohol to two sixteen year old girls, both of which he made passes at, like tonight!"
"He did not make a pass at me!"
"And a free drink isn't an example of a romantic advance?"
Rose paused. "Well, okay, so he did that a lot. And yeah, I liked the free drinks. But I didn't every date him or anything like that! And he was hyper focused on Lissa, so of course I had to try and keep his attention off of her."
Dimitri sighed and sat down. "I don't like him."
Rose smirked. "I didn't expect you to. But he looks terrified now. I think he peed himself."
Dimitri didn't smile.
Rose sighed and climbed into his lap. "I'm sorry, Dimka. I just wanted you to let loose, have fun."
"I am having fun." He automatically wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.
"Dimitri. You're almost twenty-five years old. Most twenty five year olds spend their Saturday nights playing beer pong and watching football. They don't sit around reading westerns, listening to old crappy music and lecturing their girlfriends."
Dimitri shrugged. "Well, I'm not most twenty five year olds."
"Yeah, you're more like a 100 year old zen master."
That got Dimitri to smile, and rose considered it a victory. "But even Zen masters have to let go every once in awhile. And this is one of those times." She leaned her head against his shoulder. "Come on. We're in love. We're on vacation. Lets have fun."
Dimitri pressed his lips to the side of her head, running his fingers through her hair. "Alright, Roza. But tomorrow, it's my turndecide how we're having fun."
"That's fair, I guess," she conceded, leaning in for a kiss.
"More than fair," he murmured against her lips. "I was planning on 'letting loose' tonight at the hotel as well."
Rose stared at him, and smiled when she saw the twinkle in his eye. "You know, maybe we don't have to eat right now..."
"My thoughts exactly," Dimitri said, picking her up and together they left the restaurant, to have some 'fun' by themselves.