Stupid Low Luck Rating
Archer was rather proud of the earrings he had picked out. There had been a couple of hours agonizing over the decision and pouring over a few selections that were in his price range and appropriate color. He was pretty sure the jeweler wanted to kick him out after taking so long for a purchase that wasn't that extravagant, especially not in comparison to some of the others who had been milling around in the store that day. Still, he wanted a pair that would make an impact.
Smiling, the blue velvet box was opened to reveal a simple pair of trilliant cut garnet earrings with just a bit of dangle set in silver. The garnet wasn't quite as true of a red as Rin's pendent, but it was a pretty raspberry shade none the less that caught the light and sparkled. It was simple yet elegant, and he figured Rin would adore it.
He shifted in his cramped airplane seat and glared at the man asleep in front of him with his seat back enough to all but be in Archer's lap. It's worth it,
he thought to himself as he looked out of the window at the endless sky around them. The crystal blue seemingly stretched out forever, occasionally broken by a few fluffy white clouds drifting aimlessly through it. There was a loud click as he closed the box and slid it into his jacket pocket.
Getting onto the plane had been hell, and the earrings weren't the reason why the metal detectors kept setting of. They had ran him through it twice, used the wand three times then patted him down to find the only pieces of metal on him were his keys and the earrings. His Leatherman tool was secured in his luggage, it was too useful not to take, but the security attendants had been baffled about why he had set off the detector so much with nothing on him.
Lancer would have been laughing his head off at the extensive search one man did to try to figure out why Archer was such a security hazard. Considering the last time I flew on a plane and what happened it's really not surprising this is biting me in the ass,
he thought as he shifted again, trying to relieve the pressure on his legs from the seat in front of him. He hoped that this flight would go better and that everything would go smoothly when he got to London.
Tohsaka Rin raised her eyebrows at the Finnish blond currently frowning at her.
Luvia's accent was thicker than usual when she said, "I am telling you Rin, your calculations are wrong."
"No, Luvia, you're the one who's wrong. Look again," Rin said as she poked the note pad with her finger.
Luvia swore softly in Finnish before leaning forward, large, spiral amber colored curls spilling onto the table. Plum eyes widened at Rin and Rin smirked. "See?" Rin said with a grin.
The taller girl snorted and said, "Don't get arrogant about it, Rin."
"Oh, and why's that, Eldefelt?" Rin all but sang out as she leaned forward the taller girl.
Luvia blinked and said, "Because you are insufferable when you are right."
"Bother you that much, Luvia?" Rin asked with a wink.
The blond's eyes narrowed and she said, "Do shut up."
"No," Rin said with a smile right as Luvia moved forward, closing the gap, and swept her mouth against Rin's.
Rin wrapped her arms around the larger girl, one hand entangling in those thick, glossy curls as Luvia's hands wandered down her back and sides. The smell of violets was thick in Rin's nostrils and she could taste the chocolate from the truffle the blond had just moments earlier. Rin pressed forward, giving her "rival" no mercy as they kissed.
In fact the world seemed to melt away other than Luvia as the kiss gentled to sweet caresses of lips and tongue. Rin's head swam with bliss as Luvia held her close, eager for contact as always. She stroked the surprising heaviness of Luvia's back and moved to kiss her cheek then down her throat. Luvia moaned as she arched her long, swan like neck for Rin to get better access.
She was briefly aware of the door opening and closing.
Then an all too familiar voice croaked out, "Rin?"
Rin and Luvia jumped away as if they had been burned, Rin heard her heart roaring in her ears as she looked up into a pair of wide, steel colored eyes.
"So, I bet we're going to get a call from the Bowman saying he's going to be in London for a while," Lancer said with a grin.
Ayako tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and grinned back. "You'd be happy if he did, wouldn't you?"
The Celt nodded, grabbed a computer chair, spun it around and straddled it from behind. He rested his arms on top of the back of the chair and nodded, his crimson eyes meeting Ayako's. "Of course, you didn't have to see them making Eyes at each other when the other one wasn't looking. Besides, Archer needs someone to get that massive stick from up his arse," Lancer replied with a shrug.
Ayako raised her eyebrows and said, "That's for damned sure. I have half a mind to just like trash his office to see him twitch."
"He's the best housewife who's ever lived," Lancer said with a chuckle.
Ayako looked around and rubbed the back of her neck. "I'll admit I'm really not good at straightening up or cooking."
"So? We've got Archer to do that. You look up stuff on that Devil Box," Lancer said with a glare towards the computer.
She chuckled and said, "It's called a computer."
"I call it a Devil Box," Lancer said with a glare, "It's full of all sorts of perverse and unnatural things. I've seen it. I stared into the abyss and ran away weeping."
"You know Minori warned you about going into /B/ alone," Ayako said with a sigh and a shake of her head.
Lancer threw up his hands and said, "I couldn't help it! I got curious and poked my nose right where I shouldn't, and now I'm scarred for life."
"What did you see anyway?" Ayako asked as she moved to turn the "Devil Box" on. She remembered one time Minori had forced her to see two women in a wading pool of baked beans doing stuff that she hadn't thought was physically possible. Or sticking things that were too big into places that they really shouldn't have gone into. Or maybe beans were a better lubricant than Ayako had initially thought.
A pained look passed Lancer's face and he said, "I loved my horses. I didn't love them like that
"Eh, that's kinda tame," Ayako said with a grin as the Windows screen booted up.
Then the office door flew open and Lancer was on his feet in an instant while Ayako moved behind him. She blinked to see Archer standing there looking even surlier than normal. His eyes were narrowed, his jaw clinched so hard that she swore she heard his teeth grinding, and his fists were so tight the knuckles were white. He walked over to the desk and a little blue velvet box was slammed onto the desk hard enough to make it shake.
Lancer blinked and asked, "Everything okay, Bowman?"
Eyes like molten steel met Ayako's and Archer said in a rusty voice, "Call the punk. I need a sparring partner."
"Well, I'll spar with you," Lancer said as he all but grinned from ear to ear and flashed his fangs.
Archer's glare would have frozen water in July when he said, "No. I want to fight the boy." Then with that he stormed out of the office as quick as he had entered.
Ayako blinked and lifted up the blue velvet box. A flick of the wrist opened it and she blinked at the red stones gleaming in the fluorescent light and the flash of silver against dark velvet. She gently closed the box before looking at Lancer, who was frowning.
The Celt reached for the box, opened it, looked inside, and whistled. "I'll be damned, he's a sodding romantic," Lancer said with a sigh as he put the box down.
Ayako bit her lip, nodded, and replied, "And I think he got rejected."
"Or someone beat him to the punch," Lancer said in a soft voice.
Ayako crossed her arms and asked, "Should I call Emiya?"
"Aye and Sakura," Lancer said.