Thursday: Disguises

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Hello everyone. Today's theme is Disguises. Characters who aren't what they seem. Going undercover. Masquerade balls. Go wild!

Please remember to formulate your prompts correctly:

White Collar, Neal + Peter, Neal may trust him, but he hardly ever lets him see behind the mask.
Suits, Harvey/Mike, Mike pretends Harvey's fooled him with his talk about not caring about anything.
NCIS, Tony/Ziva, They've been undercover before without a problem, even pretending to be married. But this time is different.


Remember the rules:

No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom in a row.
Absolutely no spoilers in prompts
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave a space.

Don't see anything you like? Check out the lonely prompts

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Fill 1/1 Gay Bar

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"I don't mind being here, but it's crowded places like this that make me wish for the days the Templars wore white gambesons with big red crosses on them. It made finding them so much easier," Desmond Miles smirked into his mojito. He wore a sharply tailored blazer, shirt and chinos, rather than his usual hoody and jeans.

Shaun Hastings rolled his eyes at Desmond, and returned to crowd-gazing. "At least the music is good," he murmured. He wore a black shirt and skinny indigo jeans and looked perfectly uncomfortable.

"Gay bars do have the best music," Desmond acknowledged, adding with a grin, "they were always the most fun to tend bar in, too. I'd get so many phone numbers for my Slippery Nipples."

"Why do so many cocktails have stupid names?" Shaun muttered.

"To make uptight, snippy guys like you crack a smile?" Desmond asked, pointing subtly at a couch in the corner of the packed bar.

Shaun shook his head subtly; it wasn't their target. "Have I cracked a smile yet?"

"You will," Desmond promised, using his Eagle Vision on the corner he had been observing. No gold, no target. "Dammit. Where is he? He's gayer than Abu'l Nuquod and known as a patron here!"

"Who?"

"One of my ancestor's targets. I can't help but feel sorry for the poor bastard. If he hadn't chosen the wrong side..." Desmond trailed off into a sigh.

"You can't think that way, Desmond," Shaun said seriously. "They made their choices - and so did we."

"I know. I just feel bad that he thought it was because he was gay, rather than because of the whole Templar cause. Another one?" Desmond waggled his empty glass at Shaun in invitation.

"Are you making it?" Shaun asked.

"Of course."

"Then not a chance," Shaun's smirk broadened to an outright grin at Desmond's outraged look.

"Excuse me, fellas," a dapper gentleman interrupted. "You guys mind if I cut in? I *need* to dance with you," he grabbed Shaun's hand and dragged him away from Desmond.

Desmond gave Shaun a tiny wave and a sparkling smile, while Shaun glared at Desmond over his shoulder. Desmond raised his glass to his partner, and turned his Eagle Vision across the dancefloor, wincing slightly at the effect of the disco lights on the special vision. Still there was no sign of the Templar target.

He ducked under the partition into the back of the bar, and poured another mojito and a Cosmopolitan with a bright red paper umbrella for Shaun, both virgin, of course, as they were working undercover. By the time Shaun returned, looking flushed and irritable (more irritable) Desmond had received three phone numbers and several lewd offers.

"I'm not drinking that," he said, pointing at the cosmo and glaring even more irritably, if it were possible.

Desmond gave him his best pleading puppydog look, and Shaun rolled his eyes and took a sip.

"Not bad," the redhead conceded. "Any sign of our target yet?"

"No. But I did get three phone numbers," Desmond grinned, "and I'm a glass-half-full kinda guy."

"I can imagine," Shaun grumbled. "I saw an enclosed room over near the bathrooms, when I was dancing. He might be in there."

"Some kinda VIP room? Cool, I'll see if I can get us in there," Desmond said cheerfully.

"Does nothing about this mission bother you?" Shaun muttered peevishly.

"It's just another bar, is all," Desmond replied.

"A gay bar, though? Did it have to be a gay bar?"

"Would you prefer a country-and-western bar? All we have to do is hold hands and look like a couple for a couple hours. No line dancing involved."

Shaun shuddered eloquently. "So, how do we get into the VIP room of a gay bar?"

Desmond thought for a moment, then shoved his partner back against the bar and kissed him for all he was worth. Shaun made a surprised noise in the back of his throat, and reached up to grip the lapels of Desmond's blazer, dragging him closer. Desmond drew back slightly, nipping Shaun's lower lip and grinning.

"We put on a good show," he said. "That's how."

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A/N: I hope this works for you. I tried not to make it too involved, but if you have any questions about the fandom details feel free to ask me ;-)

Re: Fill 1/1 Gay Bar

[kayim.livejournal.com]

As I said, no idea who the characters are, but it's adorable! I love the snarkiness between them. And that final line? Awesome ♥

Thanks so much!

Re: Fill 1/1 Gay Bar

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Thanks for reading it, in spite of not knowing who they were ;-)

They are a snarky pair in-game. I love that line, too.