Off-shoot of Thero's "Undercover In Love"
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mindcrackloveHello all! This is a one shot, written off of Thero's "Undercover In Love," fic, specifically this quote: “There’s a reason Zisteau and Kurt don’t want to come over for dinner any more, let’s just leave it at that.”
Thanks to Thero for her great fic and the opportunity to write this little off-shoot!
Zisteau chuckled at Kurt’s anxious expression. “Calm down, they’re not criminals or anything. They’re nice neighbors who invited us over for dinner!”
Kurt sighed. “You’re right. I’m just… a little nervous. No one’s ever invited us over before.”
“Don’t be nervous, Kurt. It’ll be fine. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“One fried fish flambé coming up!” Vechs shouted across the house, though their neighbors had yet to arrive. His eyes glittered at the tall, intimidating flames that escaped up over the flying pan and sent a steady pillar of smoke towards the ceiling.
“That’d better not be burning I smell in there.” Etho said from other room where he was trying to make the entry way accessible through all the mess Vechs was wont to leave lying around. The sounds of papers shuffling and things falling over could be heard from the kitchen.
“Nope! What you’re smelling is the smell of success!” Vechs said loudly over the crackle of the dancing flames.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, and Etho rushed to stuff the last of the random papers and things into a nearby closet before opening the door. “Hey, Zisteau. Kurt.” Etho nodded at each of them as they walked in, hand in hand. Kurt was obviously clinging to Zisteau for emotional support, and Etho guessed that social situations were not his strong point.
“Are they here?” Vechs shouted, making his way from the kitchen to the entry way. “Well, howdy neighbors!” He said, smiling brightly at Zisteau and Kurt. “I’m glad you could make it!”
“Thanks for inviting us.” Zisteau replied with a confident smile.
“Vechs, why don’t you go put the food on the table? I’ll keep them entertained.” Etho said.
“Alright! Y’all are gonna love what I’ve got cooked up for you tonight!” Vechs replied, and walked back into the kitchen.
“So, how’ve you two been?” Etho asked the couple politely.
“Oh, fine. Kurt here has been trying to convince me to get a dog.” Zisteau glanced over at his partner and squeezed his hand reassuringly. “We’re thinking about adopting one from the shelter soon.”
“A dog?” Etho was obviously unimpressed, but kept up a pleasant tone. “That’s nice.”
There was a loud “thump!” and a string of curse words from the next room. Kurt looked startled, and Zisteau opened his mouth to say something-
“So, how long have you two lived in this neighborhood?” Etho blurted out.
Zisteau paused and finally responded. “About two years now. We met in Chicago, and when we decided to live together we needed a bigger space so we came here. Kurt works as a website designer, so he can work from practically anywhere. Um, don’t you think-“
“Do you have any hobbies?”
Zisteau and Kurt looked at each other for a moment. Finally Kurt spoke. “I, uh… I like to do marathons, but I only walk because running is bad on my ankle that I broke when-“
A large crash was heard from the kitchen. All three heads turned towards the sound, Etho with narrowed eyes, as a quite frazzled Vechs stepped into the room. “It’s ready!”
Walking into the dining room, Kurt noticed the large burn mark on the far edge of the table. He didn't say anything, but simply glanced up at Zisteau who shrugged.
“Bon voyage!” Vechs said in a terrible French accent.
Etho whispered something into his ear.
“Bon appétit! “ Vechs said, the smile on his face never wavering.
Zisteau sat next to Kurt at the singed table and gave him a reassuring glance. Kurt sighed and smiled back at Zisteau. Staring down at the large, crispy black mass on his plate, Kurt wondered if all neighbor dinners were supposed to go like this. Glancing around the table, he found that all four meals were identical; four equally inedible black things that slightly resembled charcoal.
Once everyone was seated, Vechs looked around and smiled. “Well, eat up!”
Kurt, not wanting to disappoint, cut off a small portion of his slab of charcoal and began to chew on it.
Zisteau simply glanced down at the food, then back up at Vechs and Etho. “Well, it was very kind of you to ask us over, but-“
Vechs let out a loud curse as he jumped up from the table and rushed into another room. Etho smiled kindly to his guests and got up to follow Vechs to whatever disaster awaited them.
Zisteau and Kurt glanced at each other. Kurt spit the charred bite onto his napkin and drank several gulps of water.
“Damn it, Etho, get the fire extinguisher!” Was the yell that came from the direction of the kitchen.
With that, Zisteau and Kurt quietly let themselves out the front door and walked home.
Thanks to Thero for her great fic and the opportunity to write this little off-shoot!
Zisteau chuckled at Kurt’s anxious expression. “Calm down, they’re not criminals or anything. They’re nice neighbors who invited us over for dinner!”
Kurt sighed. “You’re right. I’m just… a little nervous. No one’s ever invited us over before.”
“Don’t be nervous, Kurt. It’ll be fine. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“One fried fish flambé coming up!” Vechs shouted across the house, though their neighbors had yet to arrive. His eyes glittered at the tall, intimidating flames that escaped up over the flying pan and sent a steady pillar of smoke towards the ceiling.
“That’d better not be burning I smell in there.” Etho said from other room where he was trying to make the entry way accessible through all the mess Vechs was wont to leave lying around. The sounds of papers shuffling and things falling over could be heard from the kitchen.
“Nope! What you’re smelling is the smell of success!” Vechs said loudly over the crackle of the dancing flames.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, and Etho rushed to stuff the last of the random papers and things into a nearby closet before opening the door. “Hey, Zisteau. Kurt.” Etho nodded at each of them as they walked in, hand in hand. Kurt was obviously clinging to Zisteau for emotional support, and Etho guessed that social situations were not his strong point.
“Are they here?” Vechs shouted, making his way from the kitchen to the entry way. “Well, howdy neighbors!” He said, smiling brightly at Zisteau and Kurt. “I’m glad you could make it!”
“Thanks for inviting us.” Zisteau replied with a confident smile.
“Vechs, why don’t you go put the food on the table? I’ll keep them entertained.” Etho said.
“Alright! Y’all are gonna love what I’ve got cooked up for you tonight!” Vechs replied, and walked back into the kitchen.
“So, how’ve you two been?” Etho asked the couple politely.
“Oh, fine. Kurt here has been trying to convince me to get a dog.” Zisteau glanced over at his partner and squeezed his hand reassuringly. “We’re thinking about adopting one from the shelter soon.”
“A dog?” Etho was obviously unimpressed, but kept up a pleasant tone. “That’s nice.”
There was a loud “thump!” and a string of curse words from the next room. Kurt looked startled, and Zisteau opened his mouth to say something-
“So, how long have you two lived in this neighborhood?” Etho blurted out.
Zisteau paused and finally responded. “About two years now. We met in Chicago, and when we decided to live together we needed a bigger space so we came here. Kurt works as a website designer, so he can work from practically anywhere. Um, don’t you think-“
“Do you have any hobbies?”
Zisteau and Kurt looked at each other for a moment. Finally Kurt spoke. “I, uh… I like to do marathons, but I only walk because running is bad on my ankle that I broke when-“
A large crash was heard from the kitchen. All three heads turned towards the sound, Etho with narrowed eyes, as a quite frazzled Vechs stepped into the room. “It’s ready!”
Walking into the dining room, Kurt noticed the large burn mark on the far edge of the table. He didn't say anything, but simply glanced up at Zisteau who shrugged.
“Bon voyage!” Vechs said in a terrible French accent.
Etho whispered something into his ear.
“Bon appétit! “ Vechs said, the smile on his face never wavering.
Zisteau sat next to Kurt at the singed table and gave him a reassuring glance. Kurt sighed and smiled back at Zisteau. Staring down at the large, crispy black mass on his plate, Kurt wondered if all neighbor dinners were supposed to go like this. Glancing around the table, he found that all four meals were identical; four equally inedible black things that slightly resembled charcoal.
Once everyone was seated, Vechs looked around and smiled. “Well, eat up!”
Kurt, not wanting to disappoint, cut off a small portion of his slab of charcoal and began to chew on it.
Zisteau simply glanced down at the food, then back up at Vechs and Etho. “Well, it was very kind of you to ask us over, but-“
Vechs let out a loud curse as he jumped up from the table and rushed into another room. Etho smiled kindly to his guests and got up to follow Vechs to whatever disaster awaited them.
Zisteau and Kurt glanced at each other. Kurt spit the charred bite onto his napkin and drank several gulps of water.
“Damn it, Etho, get the fire extinguisher!” Was the yell that came from the direction of the kitchen.
With that, Zisteau and Kurt quietly let themselves out the front door and walked home.
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