Prompt Exchange #1: Coffee Beans
Oct 19, 2015 1:31:05 GMT
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Post by TinyTantei on Oct 19, 2015 1:31:05 GMT
Title: Coffee Beans
Prompt: Gin drinks hot chocolate
Summary: “Hot chocolate, huh? You look like a stronger sort of person.” Gin receives a blast from the past, except the kid in front of him might not be the nosy detective he thought he was.
A/N: I literally don't know what happened here. I hope this is okay, because I had a complete blank about what to write. Also, rubbish title is rubbish. Also also, I'll try to format later (mobile doesn't seem to let me do much).
Enjoy!
One, two, three packets of Sweet n’ Low torn open haphazardly and emptied into the styrofoam cup sitting in front of him. Screw what people said about diabetes, if there was ever a time Gin needed a sugar rush, it would be now. Things were getting all sorts of messed up in the higher ranks, and it was affecting even the grunts who did all the dirty work - himself included. Damned woman keeping too many secrets; Vermouth was going to be the organization's ruin, he could just tell.
“Woah there,” a voice interrupted his internal griping, and steely eyes flickered up from the cup to meet deep blue.
Gin, for all of his tough skin and icy soul, nearly had a heart attack right there.
“At this rate, don't you think your coffee's going to be more sugar than, well, coffee?” Kudo Shinichi continued, but it couldn't have been Kudo, because he watched him die, had slipped him the poison personally, there was no way it could be Kudo.
“It's not coffee,” he tried brusque casualness; nothing to garner suspicion, but an obvious tell for the not-Kudo kid to go away. Did he really want him to go away, though? Rubbish, of course he did. But if it was Kudo...no. It couldn't be. “It's hot chocolate.”
And of course that would intrigue the other, rather than deter him. “Hot chocolate, huh? Same, actually.” Gin grimaced as not-Kudo sat next to him at the bar, without any care for proper etiquette, and raised his own cup. “But you look like a stronger sort of person, if you ask me.” Not-Kudo tapped his chin thoughtfully for a minute. “Espresso, maybe?”
“Allergic to coffee beans.” Not a lie.
“Then how about rum and coke?”
“Not a fan of rum.” Also not a lie, but not something he would ever tell anybody in the organization.
“All right then...chardonnay? Whiskey on the rocks? Gin?”
Gin froze imperceptibly, enough for him to realize his own reaction but not enough for the teen in front of him to notice it...hopefully. “Why don't you mind your own business, kid?” He stood up and made to leave, but as he passed by the other who was most definitely not Kudo, a light hand grabbed his shoulder. Not strong, but not willing to let go, either. He accepted the teen’s offered staring contest, noticing that blue wasn't as blue as he thought it was; in fact, it looked more purple than anything. He wasn't Kudo.
“You forgot your hot chocolate,” was not-Kudo’s amicable yet forceful reply several moments later, and he handed Gin the sugar-laden drink before taking his own leave, an exit stage left that Goin barely heard aside from the whispering of clothes brushing against a bar stool.
Gin glanced down at the brown liquid for a few seconds, definitely closer to room temperature than he remembered it, and finally seemed to make up his mind as he threw the half-full cup away. He was still allergic to coffee beans, the drink was still cold, and Kudo was still dead.
Everything was right with the world.
Prompt: Gin drinks hot chocolate
Summary: “Hot chocolate, huh? You look like a stronger sort of person.” Gin receives a blast from the past, except the kid in front of him might not be the nosy detective he thought he was.
A/N: I literally don't know what happened here. I hope this is okay, because I had a complete blank about what to write. Also, rubbish title is rubbish. Also also, I'll try to format later (mobile doesn't seem to let me do much).
Enjoy!
One, two, three packets of Sweet n’ Low torn open haphazardly and emptied into the styrofoam cup sitting in front of him. Screw what people said about diabetes, if there was ever a time Gin needed a sugar rush, it would be now. Things were getting all sorts of messed up in the higher ranks, and it was affecting even the grunts who did all the dirty work - himself included. Damned woman keeping too many secrets; Vermouth was going to be the organization's ruin, he could just tell.
“Woah there,” a voice interrupted his internal griping, and steely eyes flickered up from the cup to meet deep blue.
Gin, for all of his tough skin and icy soul, nearly had a heart attack right there.
“At this rate, don't you think your coffee's going to be more sugar than, well, coffee?” Kudo Shinichi continued, but it couldn't have been Kudo, because he watched him die, had slipped him the poison personally, there was no way it could be Kudo.
“It's not coffee,” he tried brusque casualness; nothing to garner suspicion, but an obvious tell for the not-Kudo kid to go away. Did he really want him to go away, though? Rubbish, of course he did. But if it was Kudo...no. It couldn't be. “It's hot chocolate.”
And of course that would intrigue the other, rather than deter him. “Hot chocolate, huh? Same, actually.” Gin grimaced as not-Kudo sat next to him at the bar, without any care for proper etiquette, and raised his own cup. “But you look like a stronger sort of person, if you ask me.” Not-Kudo tapped his chin thoughtfully for a minute. “Espresso, maybe?”
“Allergic to coffee beans.” Not a lie.
“Then how about rum and coke?”
“Not a fan of rum.” Also not a lie, but not something he would ever tell anybody in the organization.
“All right then...chardonnay? Whiskey on the rocks? Gin?”
Gin froze imperceptibly, enough for him to realize his own reaction but not enough for the teen in front of him to notice it...hopefully. “Why don't you mind your own business, kid?” He stood up and made to leave, but as he passed by the other who was most definitely not Kudo, a light hand grabbed his shoulder. Not strong, but not willing to let go, either. He accepted the teen’s offered staring contest, noticing that blue wasn't as blue as he thought it was; in fact, it looked more purple than anything. He wasn't Kudo.
“You forgot your hot chocolate,” was not-Kudo’s amicable yet forceful reply several moments later, and he handed Gin the sugar-laden drink before taking his own leave, an exit stage left that Goin barely heard aside from the whispering of clothes brushing against a bar stool.
Gin glanced down at the brown liquid for a few seconds, definitely closer to room temperature than he remembered it, and finally seemed to make up his mind as he threw the half-full cup away. He was still allergic to coffee beans, the drink was still cold, and Kudo was still dead.
Everything was right with the world.