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nickthewarbler and warble_on_jeff
What: Keep calm and... ah fuck it!
Where: A building that has too many floors
When: Saturday, after lunch
Rating:Probably high Definitely high
It was the afternoon before Blaine's big date that night, and with Puck apparently at work, Blaine texted Nick in a panic about the whole thing. Nick had a translating job he needed to see to for a hotel manager, but he agreed to meet Blaine at Starbucks for coffee after it to try and play peacemaker for his friend who was in desperate need for a date but was probably at risk of screwing it all up if he didn't calm down. The job was a favour, and not formal by any means, so Nick was dressed casually in a pair of Diesel jeans with a white tank top and leather jacket over the top. Red Doc Martins completed the look and his hair was swept back with some product. He exited the hotel room on the eleventh floor of the French woman he had just been translating for who was trying to accuse hotel staff of stealing from her room, and now that Nick had passed on everything she wanted to say (without police present), he was free to leave.
He hurried down the hall, checking his watch. Shit, he was already late, so he took his iPhone out and sent Blaine a text to tell him he was coming, but he could be a few more minutes - and not to freak out. He was just hitting send as he approached the elevators just as they dinged and the doors started to swing shut. "Shit," he cursed softly. "Hold the door!" he quickly called out and skidded up to them just as a hand slipped between them and pushed them back open.
Nick darted inside the cubicle just in time, shoving his phone back into his pocket with a breathless, "Thanks for that." He glanced up gratefully at the person who had stopped the doors, ready for it to just be a passing glance. Instead, he did a complete double-take, his eyes widening in response as the doors swung firmly shut and the elevator began to descend. He had no escape. "Cazzo! Figlio di putana!" he swore in Italian, the cussing falling from his lips reactionary.
nickthewarbler and warble_on_jeffWhat: Keep calm and... ah fuck it!
Where: A building that has too many floors
When: Saturday, after lunch
Rating:
It was the afternoon before Blaine's big date that night, and with Puck apparently at work, Blaine texted Nick in a panic about the whole thing. Nick had a translating job he needed to see to for a hotel manager, but he agreed to meet Blaine at Starbucks for coffee after it to try and play peacemaker for his friend who was in desperate need for a date but was probably at risk of screwing it all up if he didn't calm down. The job was a favour, and not formal by any means, so Nick was dressed casually in a pair of Diesel jeans with a white tank top and leather jacket over the top. Red Doc Martins completed the look and his hair was swept back with some product. He exited the hotel room on the eleventh floor of the French woman he had just been translating for who was trying to accuse hotel staff of stealing from her room, and now that Nick had passed on everything she wanted to say (without police present), he was free to leave.
He hurried down the hall, checking his watch. Shit, he was already late, so he took his iPhone out and sent Blaine a text to tell him he was coming, but he could be a few more minutes - and not to freak out. He was just hitting send as he approached the elevators just as they dinged and the doors started to swing shut. "Shit," he cursed softly. "Hold the door!" he quickly called out and skidded up to them just as a hand slipped between them and pushed them back open.
Nick darted inside the cubicle just in time, shoving his phone back into his pocket with a breathless, "Thanks for that." He glanced up gratefully at the person who had stopped the doors, ready for it to just be a passing glance. Instead, he did a complete double-take, his eyes widening in response as the doors swung firmly shut and the elevator began to descend. He had no escape. "Cazzo! Figlio di putana!" he swore in Italian, the cussing falling from his lips reactionary.
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