Title: You Yellow Rat Bastard.
Writer: Azure K Mello
Disclaimer: Yes it all belongs to me. Hey look, gullible's written on the
ceiling.
Challenge: posted at SiriusXJames by Prongs.
Rating: strong PG-13
Word Count: 261
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"I hate you."
"No you don't."
"Yes, I do."
"James, do be quiet."
"Only you would drag me to a store called Yellow Rat Bastard."
"You came willingly."
"I thought it was a club. Who the hell shops here anyway? The homeless and blind?"
"And middleclass teenage girls from the suburb. Stop being silly, James, the homeless don't have enough money."
"Didn't you say that today would be the highlight of our stay in this godless city?"
"Are you really hating New York that much?" asked Sirius looking tired and sad. He leaned against the door of the changing room stall. "I thought you would like it, all the hustle, and bustle, and club drugs."
James' face softened. "I do, I'm just being sullen," he said looking down at the shirt Sirius had forced him to try on. The fifty's geometric pattern hurt his eyes. "So this is the most famous thrift shop in the country?"
"Not thrift, vintage."
"It's a good thing I love you, Mr. Black," said James capturing Sirius' mouth. "Do I have to buy this hideous thing?"
"I think it's cute on you. It makes you look all endearing and awkward," Sirius said with a pout. "Anyway, you picked out what I'm buying."
"Yes, but you like go-go boots."
"They're combats."
"Sigh, they're go-goes, get over it."
"Shut up, baby."
"Make me."
"Let's go skating at Rockefeller." The statement successfully stunned James into silence. With a smug smile Sirius exited the changing room leaving his lover to puzzle out whether it had been a bona fide threat.
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"I hate you."
"No you don't."
"Yes, I do."
"James, do be quiet."
"Only you would drag me to a store called Yellow Rat Bastard."
"You came willingly."
"I thought it was a club. Who the hell shops here anyway? The homeless and blind?"
"And middleclass teenage girls from the suburb. Stop being silly, James, the homeless don't have enough money."
"Didn't you say that today would be the highlight of our stay in this godless city?"
"Are you really hating New York that much?" asked Sirius looking tired and sad. He leaned against the door of the changing room stall. "I thought you would like it, all the hustle, and bustle, and club drugs."
James' face softened. "I do, I'm just being sullen," he said looking down at the shirt Sirius had forced him to try on. The fifty's geometric pattern hurt his eyes. "So this is the most famous thrift shop in the country?"
"Not thrift, vintage."
"It's a good thing I love you, Mr. Black," said James capturing Sirius' mouth. "Do I have to buy this hideous thing?"
"I think it's cute on you. It makes you look all endearing and awkward," Sirius said with a pout. "Anyway, you picked out what I'm buying."
"Yes, but you like go-go boots."
"They're combats."
"Sigh, they're go-goes, get over it."
"Shut up, baby."
"Make me."
"Let's go skating at Rockefeller." The statement successfully stunned James into silence. With a smug smile Sirius exited the changing room leaving his lover to puzzle out whether it had been a bona fide threat.