Chance Encounter

[nomorekaraoke]

Any given Sunday around this time of day (or night, as the case may be, sometimes) will find Lorne seeking the familiar comforts of his favourite tea house. Francis', named after its owner and proprietor, is a very hush hush place most readily accessible from smack dab in the middle of Manhattan's China Town. Or rather, the tea house itself can be accessed from China Town in various locations, should you know enough to gain entrance.

One needs only find the right door, knock on it twice, and speak the demonic pass word to be let in. Inside, the lone bouncer will gruffily jab a thumb at the wrought metal staircase winding its way down, down, down to the tea house proper. The moment one sets foot on the first step, the scents of freshly baked bread and sweet pastries will seize one's olfactory sense and urge one down the may twists of the staircase. There are three floors made available for guests and patrons alike, full of tables and plush armchairs and couches of varying shapes and sizes and color that blend into a warmth one seldom finds above ground. At the very bottom of the stairs is a polished wooden floor, coated with several layers of protective magic for those unfortunate demons to whom oak is toxic. To the side, a massive counter with all manner of treats available for inspection, all of which - rare though it may be for such establishments - are safe for human consumption.

Behind the counter stands Francis himself, rivalling the counter with his own gigantic, infectiously exuberant bulk, ever ready to take one's order.

In the far corner, blanketed by the warmth emanating from the nearby kitchens, sits Lorne enjoying his usual treat of very, very green tea and very, very scrumptious red bean pastries.

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[stilljustandrew]

"Bitte," he says cheerfully, and takes another long drink of chai.

[nomorekaraoke]

"Well, look at you." He purrs, unable to resist some shameless flirtation. "Can't fault me for loving a man with a talented tongue, can you?"

[stilljustandrew]

"Uh," says Andrew, and doesn't seem to know how to finish that.



"...do you do this to everybody?"

[nomorekaraoke]

Floppy wrist is playfully floppy, as Lorne tilts his head to the side to watch Andrew more closely.

"Only to the cute boys and girls and other-genders. Why?"

[stilljustandrew]

He flushes a little, ducking his head unconsciously, with a very wry smile.

"New York demonhood's answer to Captain Jack Harkness," he quips.

[nomorekaraoke]

Watch carefully, Andrew, because this oh so very rarely happens that it might be the only time you get to see it.

Lorne bursts into a sudden bout of bubbling laughter.

[stilljustandrew]

A long beat, and then Andrew grins.

[nomorekaraoke]

It's the kind of laughter that warrants fanning your eyes so your make up doesn't run because you never bother about waterproof products, but he settles down in a moment.

"I don't know if I should be flattered or..." And then he seems to reconsider. "You know what? I think I am."

[stilljustandrew]

"What, for being compared to Jack Harkness? Absolutely," says Andrew, with great sincerity. "He's awesome."

And really good-looking too. Er.

[nomorekaraoke]

"That's what I'm thinking! There can't be a downside to it!" He grins - and yeah, he really does mean that. What a compliment. It's a bit much to take in, honestly.

"...unless you think the hyper sexuality is a bad thing, of course."

[stilljustandrew]

"He's not hypersexual," Andrew protests. "He's omnisexual."

[nomorekaraoke]

"Touché, my good man." Oooh, he likes this, this almost-banter they've got going. It gives him almost exactly the same buzz as the first time they talked pop culture, but it's sharper this time around, and altogether more pleasant.

"Me, I'm more of a try-sexual," he quips. "I won't say everyone and everything turns me on, but I'll try anything once."

[stilljustandrew]

"But do you never try anything twice?"

It's a very obscure musical theatre reference, and Lorne is going to get major points if he catches it.

[nomorekaraoke]

"Oh, once, yes. Once for a lark," Lorne shrugs nonchalantly, but the look in his eyes belies his little charade. "Twice, though...loses the spark."

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew? Beams.

"Oh very good, sir."

[nomorekaraoke]

"I am notoriously obsessed with music."

Andrew? Has the cutest little beam ever.

[stilljustandrew]

"What's the best musical of all time?"

He leans forward, his smile abruptly sharp and intent as though posing the final question in a trivia game show.

[nomorekaraoke]

He gawks, still walking the line between laughter and giggling. "Oh, don't go Alex Trebek on me!" How could he possibly pick just one when there's so many different kinds of musicals to choose from to begin with. To narrow it down to just one would be impossible.

"Just one?!"

[stilljustandrew]

"Make it the top five," says Andrew generously. "Either in order of best or by category."

[nomorekaraoke]

Once again he needs to fan himself, but for entirely different reasons this time around. To name the five best musicals of all time. Okay. Here goes.

"Geek with Tongue-in-Cheek: Fellowship! The Musical Parody of the Lord of the Rings." He studies Andrew carefully, just to see if there's a spark of Oh Em Gee, that one! in his eyes. "Queer: Rocky Horror, because it appeals to my love of sci-fi, rock n' roll and outrageous costumes. Movingly Animated Pictures: Nightmare Before Christmas, even if some of the lyrics are a tad eh, I love everything else about it, from the adoration of two of the best holidays there are in the U-S-of-A to the notion of there being different villages for every holiday - very Milliwaysian, come to think of it."

And this is where he taps his lips in silent contemplation. Only two more slots to fill.

[stilljustandrew]

He's grinning. "Never saw Fellowship-the-Musical-Parody, but I need to. Go on?"

[nomorekaraoke]

And that is exactly what he does. "For the Love of Puppets: Avenue Q, and suitably last but not least and deeefinitely up there in the Hall of Fame Name-Dropping Game--" he says, but halts for a quick little deferral of sorts. "Even if it's actually considered to be the first American opera rather than a musical, which gives you the right to issue a veto... Porgy and Bess."

[stilljustandrew]

A low whistle. "Porgy and Bess. Old school, dude."

[nomorekaraoke]

"I could have mentioned Sondheim and Julie Andrews and, say, Cabaret, but if there's one thing you don't want to be in my line of work, it's predictable."

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew grins.

"So is it my turn now?"