Dream Post 1.0

[highwarlockmb]

"I can't sleep."

"Great. You and me both," Magnus replied, realizing just how tired he sounded when he said it. Damn. Fortunately, lack of beauty sleep hadn't taken its toll on his face. Yet.

"I'm starting to see things."

"Oxygen deprivation will do that. And whatever pills it is you're popping," the warlock drawled, trying to tune the whining Were out.

"I'm not on anything."

"Bull shit. Your pupils are dilated and you're slurring words."

"That's because I CAN'T SLEEP! I just told you that!" The Were growled, clenching his fists now.

"Calm down or I'm going to have to ask you nicely to leave," Magnus replied, inspecting his nails. The polish was starting to chip. He was missing out on more than sleep.

"I need help."

"You need to get laid."

"What the hell? I have a mate."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Not our sex life!"

Magnus waited, absently picking at the chipped edges.
"She snores."

"There's your problem."

"So do I," the werewolf sighed. "I usually don't mind. I'm usually fast asleep. But I can't fall asleep! I lay awake and I stare at her snoring. I didn't realize how unattractive she looks when she's sleeping."

"Snoring is an unattractive habit. Get her a nasal strip."

"Shut up," the werewolf replied, although he was tired of arguing with the warlock. "Can you help me or not?"
"It'll cost you."
"I figured. I cashed my paycheck."
"I don't want your money," Magnus decided, getting up from his lazy sprawl across the couch.

The werewolf looked suspicious. It did have a shady ring to it. "What do you want, then?"

"Free admission."

The werewolf stared at him blankly, like he didn't have a clue what he was talking about. Magnus stared back until the Downworlder faced up to the fact that he worked at a very popular nightclub. And of course, Magnus Bane was aware of it. He always did his homework, before taking a client on. Even for a simple sleep aid. How else did he think he got in at a moment's notice on a Friday night?

"I could get in trouble."

"I could care less."
"How often?"

"I don't get out much. It'll be a fair trade. Anyway, I'm not worried about the entry fee. I just want to be able to skip to the front of the line and save on time. So, what do you say?"

The werewolf appeared to mull it over, frowning.

"Fine. I'll let you in if I'm working."
"And my date."
He gritted his teeth. Magnus quirked his brow, waiting.
"Fine," the werewolf ground out. "Now give me what I want."
Magnus smiled. It was simple trade - and total win on his part.
The werewolf wanted to sleep. He was probably expecting something conventional like a vial of liquid to take home and down in the presence of his sleeping wife. Or a written spell to slip under his pillow, after sacrificing a dove and lighting a candle.
Silly werewolf. He hadn't specified the where and when of the deal. Magnus was expecting another client any moment now. A vampire, if he wasn't mistaken. Perfect. He'd be willing and able to help him cart an unconscious werewolf out of his living room.

Magnus snapped his finger, the bulky man falling unceremoniously to the floor with a pretty loud thud.

After a few seconds, he started to snore.

"You're welcome," he muttered, standing over the unconscious werewolf. Another happy customer

[Magnus opened his eyes, looking up at the blinding sun.

Ouch. And closing them again, rubbing his eyelids, painful streaks and spots of color dancing beneath them. He didn't remember drifting off.

Damn. He was kind of hoping he'd wake up back in Brooklyn, to his cat and his comfy bed.]
 

Comments

[bottleblueyes.livejournal.com]

Your... date?!

[we think we know where this is going... oh yes we do]


[ooc: hi, bb!! I haven't seen you online tonight!! Miss you and see you tomorrow, maybe? Oh! And Alec had a dream last night, and you also might want to see Yuuko's dream, as it features a half-naked Alec. ^^;;;]

[highwarlockmb.livejournal.com]

Of course. I'm not going clubbing alone.

[bottleblueyes.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[He's clearly thinking about what this means.]

[highwarlockmb.livejournal.com]

Not that you'd be interested in that sort of thing? Going out in public? To a Downworlder nightclub.

[bottleblueyes.livejournal.com]

With... you?

[highwarlockmb.livejournal.com]

That's the idea.

[bottleblueyes.livejournal.com]

...I've only been to one of those clubs on missions, so I don't... know? Don't you do a lot of dancing at those kind of places?

[highwarlockmb.livejournal.com]

Usually, but it's not as scary as you make it sound. If everyone's dancing, and they're all focused on themselves (and their dates), they obviously won't be paying attention to you. So don't worry about dancing. It'll come naturally with the right music, and a couple drinks.

[bottleblueyes.livejournal.com]

...I've never danced before. [then more quickly] Well, I have, but that was with Izzy, and we were both little.

[highwarlockmb.livejournal.com]

Hm. Sad to have missed that.

We'll have to make new memories - that don't involve siblings.

[bottleblueyes.livejournal.com]

[he's a little red now]

You... probably weren't missing much. I was ten.

[pause]

...you want to go dancing?

[highwarlockmb.livejournal.com]

Would you be interested, if I was?

[bottleblueyes.livejournal.com]

...

...maybe.

I probably have two left feet, though.

[highwarlockmb.livejournal.com]

That's all right. It won't be anything like the clumsy slow-dancing you did with your sister. I don't think there will be any stepping on toes.

It'll be fun. If we ever get the chance.

[bottleblueyes.livejournal.com]

[Dancing means close proximity, right? And we're still a little unsure about being so close to someone who we're attempting to be involved with, so have another blush.]

Well, I think there's probably a club or something around here. If you ever... want to go check it out.