Um, a bit late, but I wanted to write this for alilypea because she was having a bad day, lol
For being such an easygoing guy, Gwaine often seemed hesitant to try new things, at least without alcohol in him first. Which was why he downed three of the small cups of saké before he could even so much as look at a spicy ahi tuna roll without making a weird face.
(Funny how he took to the saké like fish to water, explaining how alcohol was alcohol, no matter how it was presented.
“You can say the same thing about liver cirrhosis,” Leon had answered, wrinkling his nose. Gwaine had just chuckled as he poured himself some more.)
“If you’re not even going to eat anything, why did we even go to a sushi restaurant?” Leon sighed as he watched Gwaine prod a piece of taka sushi, as if determining the likelihood of it coming to life and if he would need to spear it with his chopstick when it did.
Pausing in the middle of his careful “examination”, Gwaine just gave that cheeky smug grin he seemed to wear ninety percent of the time. “It was the most expensive place I could think of.”
Leon froze, the piece of tamago he was about to pop in his mouth slipping out his chopsticks. “Why would you want that? Our jobs pay ‘shit’, as you so eloquently put it this morning in the break room. In front of everyone.”
Leaning back in his chair so he could reach into the pocket of his jeans, Gwaine pulled out a credit card, flashing it proudly before placing it down on the table. “This is teaching a certain ‘princess’ a lesson about keeping a better eye on his things.”
“…You didn’t.” Leon’s chopsticks clattered against his plate as he snatched the card, his heart sinking to his stomach when he read the name. “You stole Arthur’s credit card. You stole Arthur Pendragon’s credit card.”
“Even if we ate everything in the restaurant, I don’t think we’d even make a dent in his credit,” Gwaine snorted, gulping another cup of saké, shaking his head to quell the burn in his throat. “When he gets the bill, he’ll probably chalk it up as some business luncheon.”
Mentally, Leon was tallying up the cost of everything they had ordered already while cursing himself for being so stupid; he should have know Gwaine would have a secret agenda in asking Leon out to dinner. “He’s not getting the bill, because I’m paying for my share.” Even if wiped out most of what he currently had in his account.
“Hell no!” Gwaine slammed the cup down on the table a little too loudly, gathering stares from others in the restaurant. “Look, I’m the one that I asked you out to dinner, so I should pay for it, yeah? I should’ve known you’d be like this, but it’s Arthur’s fault too; he says we’re his friends, but he and his father treat us just like the rest of the mindless drones. Especially you.”
Leon wanted to open his mouth, to rattle off his usual spiel of how proud he was to work for Camelot Enterprises as one of its senior staff, even if meant working late nights and weekends. Even if with everything he did, with all the blood, sweat, and tears he poured into the company, it constantly felt like he was trapped under a glass ceiling. Even with every morning board meeting, with a plastered smile fixed to his face, he would give his reports with a rehearsed finesse, only to have Uther give him a little cursory nod before moving on to the next topic. Arthur often apologized for his father’s behavior, promising how things would be different once he was president of the company, but no one knew when that would ever be.
Hot Like Wasabi (Gwaine/Leon, PG-13) -- Part 1
For being such an easygoing guy, Gwaine often seemed hesitant to try new things, at least without alcohol in him first. Which was why he downed three of the small cups of saké before he could even so much as look at a spicy ahi tuna roll without making a weird face.
(Funny how he took to the saké like fish to water, explaining how alcohol was alcohol, no matter how it was presented.
“You can say the same thing about liver cirrhosis,” Leon had answered, wrinkling his nose. Gwaine had just chuckled as he poured himself some more.)
“If you’re not even going to eat anything, why did we even go to a sushi restaurant?” Leon sighed as he watched Gwaine prod a piece of taka sushi, as if determining the likelihood of it coming to life and if he would need to spear it with his chopstick when it did.
Pausing in the middle of his careful “examination”, Gwaine just gave that cheeky smug grin he seemed to wear ninety percent of the time. “It was the most expensive place I could think of.”
Leon froze, the piece of tamago he was about to pop in his mouth slipping out his chopsticks. “Why would you want that? Our jobs pay ‘shit’, as you so eloquently put it this morning in the break room. In front of everyone.”
Leaning back in his chair so he could reach into the pocket of his jeans, Gwaine pulled out a credit card, flashing it proudly before placing it down on the table. “This is teaching a certain ‘princess’ a lesson about keeping a better eye on his things.”
“…You didn’t.” Leon’s chopsticks clattered against his plate as he snatched the card, his heart sinking to his stomach when he read the name. “You stole Arthur’s credit card. You stole Arthur Pendragon’s credit card.”
“Even if we ate everything in the restaurant, I don’t think we’d even make a dent in his credit,” Gwaine snorted, gulping another cup of saké, shaking his head to quell the burn in his throat. “When he gets the bill, he’ll probably chalk it up as some business luncheon.”
Mentally, Leon was tallying up the cost of everything they had ordered already while cursing himself for being so stupid; he should have know Gwaine would have a secret agenda in asking Leon out to dinner. “He’s not getting the bill, because I’m paying for my share.” Even if wiped out most of what he currently had in his account.
“Hell no!” Gwaine slammed the cup down on the table a little too loudly, gathering stares from others in the restaurant. “Look, I’m the one that I asked you out to dinner, so I should pay for it, yeah? I should’ve known you’d be like this, but it’s Arthur’s fault too; he says we’re his friends, but he and his father treat us just like the rest of the mindless drones. Especially you.”
Leon wanted to open his mouth, to rattle off his usual spiel of how proud he was to work for Camelot Enterprises as one of its senior staff, even if meant working late nights and weekends. Even if with everything he did, with all the blood, sweat, and tears he poured into the company, it constantly felt like he was trapped under a glass ceiling. Even with every morning board meeting, with a plastered smile fixed to his face, he would give his reports with a rehearsed finesse, only to have Uther give him a little cursory nod before moving on to the next topic. Arthur often apologized for his father’s behavior, promising how things would be different once he was president of the company, but no one knew when that would ever be.