Request: Becker gets roped into pretending to be Jess' boyfriend. I'm thinking it's similar to how Claudia Brown first "met" Nick Cutter.
Just when I thought I'd finished writing for this challenge... here comes another, and I have even one more in the works that looks like it might be longer than all the other drabbles combined... whoops?
Fancy a Drink?
"Look, I said I wasn't interested, and I am, in fact, waiting for someone. So sod off already!"
Jess was fast approaching her wits end with the bloody idiot trying to badger his drunken way into her personal space. It was bad enough her supposed mate, Kristine, had up and failed to show for the drinks and a show she had been the one to suggest and then harass Jess into agreeing to. But to have put up with this wanker trying to paw at her skirt and leer at her breasts? No bloody thank you. Jess would rather face down a rabid G-rex any day. In fact, where the hell was an anomaly when she needed one, anyway? Or a strapping ARC soldier to come to her rescue? Jess would even settle for the Dracorex as her knight in scaly armor at this point just as long as it meant the arsehole moved the hell away!
"Come now, you're jus'- you jus' playin' hard to get. I knows it, you knows it…" He swayed and this time Jess was almost certain it really was an accident when his hand brushed against her as he tried to keep himself from falling. Almost.
"I said no. Trust me if you do not back off, you will regret it." Jess almost groaned as the words slipped out of her mouth, and the drunk's eyes narrowed. Antagonize the drunk when you're basically backed into a corner with no where to go. Brilliant idea, Jess. Christ, why hadn't she just left already? Yes, the band was one she'd wanted to see, but not this much. And even if Kristine did show over half an hour late, it wasn't like Jess was in any mood to play nice at this point.
The drunk was looking more and more belligerent with each passing second, and Jess took one near-panicked glance around in hopes of meeting the eye of the bouncer or even a random almost sober and relatively chivalrous stranger that might be willing to help her out of this particular spot. Preferably someone at least someone athletic or tall enough to be intimidating, she thought as she scanned, still holding the drunk at arms length as best she could.
Her gaze narrowed in on a man who'd just walked in and now was standing with his back to her; the height and broad shoulders with an otherwise lean body that clearly showed through his thin t-shirt all looking rather promising. Lovely hair too, really. Now if he would just turn…
He turned just enough so his profile was suddenly visible and oh-so-easily recognizable. Jess blinked. Well, strapping ARC soldier it would be after all. She took a brief moment to try to talk herself out of what she was about to do, and to pray to any god who cared to listen that he wasn't there with some other woman. Then she gathered her courage.
"Becker! Where have you been? You're late!" Startled, Becker turned the rest of the way to face her, and she shoved at the drunk who'd taken advantage of her momentary distraction to try to put his hand on her ass again. She stared back at Becker pleadingly, praying his protective instincts would be just as prevalent away from the ARC and out in the "real world." His eyes narrowed as he took in the scene, and then he began to stalk angrily toward them, every step practically screaming his tall, dark, and dangerous identity to anyone paying attention. Unfortunately, the drunk apparently wasn't. Not that he didn't notice Becker's approach, he just didn't seem to care.
"Who's tha pretty boy?" he sneered, plenty loud enough for Becker to hear, and if anything the already pissed off captain became even more livid. Jess wasn't sure if it was just the last bit of her patience or her sanity that gave way at that moment. Whichever it was, as she shoved the bastard one last time, managing to push him into the table and then to the floor, she found herself answering:
"He's my boyfriend, and you'd best back off now!"
The drunk regained his footing far faster than she'd expected, and then lunged at her. He didn't get far, though: before he got within even a foot of Jess, an arm intercepted him. Becker grabbed the wanker by the collar and slammed his face down onto the table. Then Becker let him fall down. Ignoring the sudden silence that had run through the bar after the crash the wanker's head made on impact with the table, Jess stared from the slumped form at her feet and then back up to Becker. She'd certainly know the captain was undeniably bad-ass, but even she hadn't expected him to deal with the problem with so little effort. She looked back down and nudged the drunk with the toe of her purple Victorian bootie. Yes, he was definitely unconscious.
She turned to look back up at Becker, and was surprised to see an almost shamed look on his face as he stared down at the man he'd knocked out so easily. He rubbed a hand across the back of his neck and studiously avoided meeting her eyes, and Jess had a feeling he might try to make his escape at any moment.
Well, that just wouldn't do, she decided. Without a word and without allowing herself to think twice about her decision, she reached up and pulled him down hard for a kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and clinging just on the off chance that he might try to push her away.
He didn't. He didn't for a very long, very delightful moment. Then the bouncer coughed from beside them, and they snapped apart sheepishly. Becker looked about to explain himself, but the bouncer just gave him a respectful nod.
"Sorry, mate. Got caught across the room and couldn't get over here quite quick enough. Look's like you got it sorted though." With that, he none-too-gently dragged the drunk up to a semi-upright position and then frog marched him to the door and out of the building.
With the show clearly over, the crowd drifted away leaving Jess and Becker alone by the little corner table. This time both of them were studiously avoiding each other's eyes.
"So," Becker said, finally breaking the silence, and Jess looked up at him tentatively. "Not that I mind, exactly, but you really might have bought me a drink first. Don't you think?"
He suddenly smirked at her, and she felt herself begin to smile like a bloody fool.
"I suppose you're right. Well then.. Fancy a drink?"