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coprime_recs) wrote2004-06-02 03:48 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2004-06-02 03:48 pm
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due South: Ray's Amazing Adventures at the Indigo Club by Speranza
Ray's Amazing Adventures at the Indigo Club (Fraser/RayK | PG13 | 1,517 words) has RayK coming to the rescue of a rather...intoxicated Fraser. Part of the reason why I like this story is that the mood is partly set through the descriptions of colors and patterns. Plus Fraser is just...himself but also something else I'm having trouble describing at the moment.
Excerpt:
Ray stood just inside the door, looking over the crowd. The place was full of people, mainly tall people, wearing really funky outfits. Some were wearing conical hats. "... sehen Sie eine offensichtlich prominente Person, kommen aber nicht auf ihren Namen," Ray heard one woman murmur to another. She was wearing a silver hat that looked like an upside-down flowerpot, and holding a wine glass full of blue liquid.
Not dolphins, Ray realized, resisting the urge to smack his forehead with his palm. Germans.
Someone gripped his arm tightly, and Ray was prepared to beat them to death with a conical hat before realizing it was only Turnbull--Turnbull wearing a tuxedo and looking very smooth and James Bond if you could get over the primary fact that it was Turnbull. Colored lights strobed over his long, pale face.
"Detective Vecchio, thank goodness!" Turnbull said. "Not a moment too soon!"
Excerpt:
Ray stood just inside the door, looking over the crowd. The place was full of people, mainly tall people, wearing really funky outfits. Some were wearing conical hats. "... sehen Sie eine offensichtlich prominente Person, kommen aber nicht auf ihren Namen," Ray heard one woman murmur to another. She was wearing a silver hat that looked like an upside-down flowerpot, and holding a wine glass full of blue liquid.
Not dolphins, Ray realized, resisting the urge to smack his forehead with his palm. Germans.
Someone gripped his arm tightly, and Ray was prepared to beat them to death with a conical hat before realizing it was only Turnbull--Turnbull wearing a tuxedo and looking very smooth and James Bond if you could get over the primary fact that it was Turnbull. Colored lights strobed over his long, pale face.
"Detective Vecchio, thank goodness!" Turnbull said. "Not a moment too soon!"