Title: A Stroll Down Bourbon St (Part 2)
Author: Jen Imparato Archive: Yes to ATP, anyone else, email me. Pairing: Brian/Michael Featuring: Lestat, Louis, & Armand Rating: R Status: New Email address: vampirejen@comcast.net Disclaimers: Characters are the property of Showtime and CowLip productions. [and Anne Rice?] Spoilers: None Notes: Part 2 of QAF/Vampire Chronicles Crossover fiction. If you've read or seen Interview With The Vampire, you'll know the characters I'm using. The Astor Crowne Plaza is an actual hotel located at 100 Bourbon St, at the corner of Bourbon and Canal Sts., the gateway to the French Quarter. Thank You: A special thank you goes out to my aunt, T. Isilwath, for starting my interest in the Vampire Chronicles and for giving me information about clubs in the French Quarter. Also, a big thank you to my betas.
After driving for two days, making few stops along the way, Brian ended up in New Orleans. Although he was a couple weeks early, he fully intended to enjoy the festivities of Mardi Gras. Those weeks would not be uneventful though, because there is always a party on Bourbon Street.
Brian checked himself into the Astor Crowne Plaza, one of the most expensive hotels in the French Quarter, and the most convenient to the festivities. Once he got to his room, on the sixth floor, he put his suitcases on the floor next to the closet and stretched out across the bed. He could hear music coming from outside, but was too tired to look out the window to see what was going on. As he lay there listening, he thought of Michael. *I wonder what Mikey has been doing. *
After lying in bed for a few hours, dozing off every now and then, Brian decided to shower and dress to go out. He rummaged through his suitcase to find something suitable to wear. "Note to self, go shopping. This stuff is so. Pittsburgh," he said out loud. Finally settling on black pants and a white shirt, Brian got dressed.
Brian walked up to the front desk to talk to the clerk. "Hi, I was wondering if you could tell me about some of the clubs or bars in the area?"
The clerk lifted his eyes and met Brian's, and replied, "Sure, well. it depends on what you're looking for. The most famous is Pat O'Brians, known for its drink, The Hurricane. If you're into Jazz, there's the Preservation Hall, Fritzels European Jazz Club, and Palm Court Jazz Café. For the gay and lesbian scene, there's Oz. If you're just looking for food, there's Poppy's. For Celtic music there's O'Flahertys. There's also a Hard Rock Café, and a house of Blues. All are close by."
"Thank you," Brian said, and walked out the door to take on the nightlife in a part of New Orleans that never sleeps.
*Oz. hmm. well, I'm sure it's not Babylon but it's better than nothing,* Brain thought, as he strolled down Bourbon Street. Thinking about Babylon made him think about Michael again. *I wonder if Mikey is at Babylon right now.*
*** Meanwhile in Pittsburgh***
"Hey, Emmett, are you going to Babylon with us?" Michael yelled from his bedroom, as he was getting ready.
"Yeah, I'm going. Are we picking up Justin at the diner first?" Emmett called out.
"I think so, I'll call him and find out." Michael replied, picking up the phone.
"Liberty Diner," Deb said into the receiver.
"Hi, ma, can I talk to Justin for a minute?" Michael asked
"Sure, sweetie. You two have been getting along recently. I'm glad to see it."
"Yeah, I know. I can't figure it out either." Michael laughed into the phone, and waited for his mom to put Justin on.
"Hey, Mike, what's up?" Justin asked, quite confused that Michael was calling him at work.
"Hey, Boy Wonder. Do you want to go to Babylon with me and Emmett tonight? We'll pick you up after your shift."
"Uh. sure, thanks for inviting me. I'll be done at 10," Justin replied, grateful that he hadn't lost his small circle of friends in the breakup.
"Ok, we'll be there. Who knows, you might meet up with that cutie from your school," Michael joked.
"Oh hush, he's not all that interested. I gotta get back to work, see you at 10," Justin said.
"Bye, Justin" Michael said, hanging up the phone. "Emmett, he's going"
"Great! Honey, I'm glad you two are getting along now," Emmett said, grinning. He was always happy when everyone else was happy.
*** Back in New Orleans***
Brian found his way to Oz. It wasn't too much different from Babylon, but it definitely wasn't Babylon. *Oh well,* he thought, *I may as well enjoy myself. That's why I'm here, right?*
Brian headed for the bar right away, ordered a double shot of Jim Beam, and downed it as he scanned the dance floor. *A whole new ball game,* he thought.
A tall blonde caught his eye; Brian knew he had to have him. After downing another double of Jim Beam he strolled out on the dance floor toward his conquest.
Brian danced his way through the crowd and up to the tall blonde stranger. He tapped the man on his shoulder, and the man turned around. The face he saw had a beauty that he'd never seen before, except maybe in his Mikey. This blonde was so captivating that Brian lost his train of thought for a second.
"Lestat," the blonde said, catching Brian off guard.
"Huh?" Brian asked, regaining his sense of self.
"My name, its Lestat. Care to dance?" Lestat asked, noting that once again he managed to attract a mortal.
"Dance? Well, I guess we can dance for a little while. We've got all night for other things." Brian said with a smirk, his 'stud of Liberty Avenue' confidence coming back.
"Other things?" Lestat questioned, knowing exactly what Brian had in mind.
"You'll see. later. Let's dance," Brain said pulling Lestat toward the center of the dance floor.
As they were dancing, Lestat got the distinct feeling that Brian wasn't any ordinary mortal.
Author: Jen Imparato Archive: Yes to ATP, anyone else, email me. Pairing: Brian/Michael Featuring: Lestat, Louis, & Armand Rating: R Status: New Email address: vampirejen@comcast.net Disclaimers: Characters are the property of Showtime and CowLip productions. [and Anne Rice?] Spoilers: None Notes: Part 2 of QAF/Vampire Chronicles Crossover fiction. If you've read or seen Interview With The Vampire, you'll know the characters I'm using. The Astor Crowne Plaza is an actual hotel located at 100 Bourbon St, at the corner of Bourbon and Canal Sts., the gateway to the French Quarter. Thank You: A special thank you goes out to my aunt, T. Isilwath, for starting my interest in the Vampire Chronicles and for giving me information about clubs in the French Quarter. Also, a big thank you to my betas.
After driving for two days, making few stops along the way, Brian ended up in New Orleans. Although he was a couple weeks early, he fully intended to enjoy the festivities of Mardi Gras. Those weeks would not be uneventful though, because there is always a party on Bourbon Street.
Brian checked himself into the Astor Crowne Plaza, one of the most expensive hotels in the French Quarter, and the most convenient to the festivities. Once he got to his room, on the sixth floor, he put his suitcases on the floor next to the closet and stretched out across the bed. He could hear music coming from outside, but was too tired to look out the window to see what was going on. As he lay there listening, he thought of Michael. *I wonder what Mikey has been doing. *
After lying in bed for a few hours, dozing off every now and then, Brian decided to shower and dress to go out. He rummaged through his suitcase to find something suitable to wear. "Note to self, go shopping. This stuff is so. Pittsburgh," he said out loud. Finally settling on black pants and a white shirt, Brian got dressed.
Brian walked up to the front desk to talk to the clerk. "Hi, I was wondering if you could tell me about some of the clubs or bars in the area?"
The clerk lifted his eyes and met Brian's, and replied, "Sure, well. it depends on what you're looking for. The most famous is Pat O'Brians, known for its drink, The Hurricane. If you're into Jazz, there's the Preservation Hall, Fritzels European Jazz Club, and Palm Court Jazz Café. For the gay and lesbian scene, there's Oz. If you're just looking for food, there's Poppy's. For Celtic music there's O'Flahertys. There's also a Hard Rock Café, and a house of Blues. All are close by."
"Thank you," Brian said, and walked out the door to take on the nightlife in a part of New Orleans that never sleeps.
*Oz. hmm. well, I'm sure it's not Babylon but it's better than nothing,* Brain thought, as he strolled down Bourbon Street. Thinking about Babylon made him think about Michael again. *I wonder if Mikey is at Babylon right now.*
*** Meanwhile in Pittsburgh***
"Hey, Emmett, are you going to Babylon with us?" Michael yelled from his bedroom, as he was getting ready.
"Yeah, I'm going. Are we picking up Justin at the diner first?" Emmett called out.
"I think so, I'll call him and find out." Michael replied, picking up the phone.
"Liberty Diner," Deb said into the receiver.
"Hi, ma, can I talk to Justin for a minute?" Michael asked
"Sure, sweetie. You two have been getting along recently. I'm glad to see it."
"Yeah, I know. I can't figure it out either." Michael laughed into the phone, and waited for his mom to put Justin on.
"Hey, Mike, what's up?" Justin asked, quite confused that Michael was calling him at work.
"Hey, Boy Wonder. Do you want to go to Babylon with me and Emmett tonight? We'll pick you up after your shift."
"Uh. sure, thanks for inviting me. I'll be done at 10," Justin replied, grateful that he hadn't lost his small circle of friends in the breakup.
"Ok, we'll be there. Who knows, you might meet up with that cutie from your school," Michael joked.
"Oh hush, he's not all that interested. I gotta get back to work, see you at 10," Justin said.
"Bye, Justin" Michael said, hanging up the phone. "Emmett, he's going"
"Great! Honey, I'm glad you two are getting along now," Emmett said, grinning. He was always happy when everyone else was happy.
*** Back in New Orleans***
Brian found his way to Oz. It wasn't too much different from Babylon, but it definitely wasn't Babylon. *Oh well,* he thought, *I may as well enjoy myself. That's why I'm here, right?*
Brian headed for the bar right away, ordered a double shot of Jim Beam, and downed it as he scanned the dance floor. *A whole new ball game,* he thought.
A tall blonde caught his eye; Brian knew he had to have him. After downing another double of Jim Beam he strolled out on the dance floor toward his conquest.
Brian danced his way through the crowd and up to the tall blonde stranger. He tapped the man on his shoulder, and the man turned around. The face he saw had a beauty that he'd never seen before, except maybe in his Mikey. This blonde was so captivating that Brian lost his train of thought for a second.
"Lestat," the blonde said, catching Brian off guard.
"Huh?" Brian asked, regaining his sense of self.
"My name, its Lestat. Care to dance?" Lestat asked, noting that once again he managed to attract a mortal.
"Dance? Well, I guess we can dance for a little while. We've got all night for other things." Brian said with a smirk, his 'stud of Liberty Avenue' confidence coming back.
"Other things?" Lestat questioned, knowing exactly what Brian had in mind.
"You'll see. later. Let's dance," Brain said pulling Lestat toward the center of the dance floor.
As they were dancing, Lestat got the distinct feeling that Brian wasn't any ordinary mortal.