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"Chalet"Written By: Dentelle_noir Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or the
characters. GW belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. This
is a work of fiction and written for fun, not profit Rating: PG 13 Warnings: AU, get-together teaser opener Pairings: 3x4 Summary: When two people happen to meet in a showy
mountain-chalet restaurant, there is a lot that could happen.... Maybe. For Akira1x2’s Advent calendar 2013. "Chalet" Teaser Opening chapter: Trowa had no problems what so ever spending Christmas alone. Nope, not at all. He hadn’t had time to himself in a very long time, so, why would be have any problem what so ever being alone on Christmas? He didn’t have any. Nope. Well… Maybe he was somewhat lonely. And, Perhaps, somewhat grumpy. Maybe. He refused to think that he was. Where he was, the fire was warm and crackling, and Trowa sat a little closer to it to get away from the cacophony around him. It was Christmas vacation, and since Trowa didn’t have much family to speak of (or wanted to really speak TO), nor did he have a special-someone to spend it with any longer, he chose to spend his holidays in a mountain ski chalet that his business frequented. Trowa was a generally quiet man by nature, and a bit older than the ski-bunnies around him still in their early 20s (he was considered ‘old’ in comparison, sitting at the age of 32), but he fit in with the clientele easily enough, being affluent in the pocket-book and influential in the business-world. He was a senior manager at Barton Incorporated (having secured the position without actually WANTING it because he was the nephew of the CEO… Trowa had wanted to go into something far more active, like the police service, but his uncle wouldn’t hear of it, and now he had somewhat gotten used to his job and at least he enjoyed the perks) and generally got to stay out of too much trouble and live a quiet life. But, he HAD hoped to share it with a special someone. Unfortunately for him, men of his affluence seemed to be a good catch for gold-diggers, because he could never seem to find a man who he liked and who wanted to stick around for a while. He had recently just kicked out his last man after finding pictures of him necking with some body-builder-type on his cell phone. He’d told him then and there that they were through, and the fact that his man hadn’t argued too much told Trowa all that he needed to know about whether or not he’d been cheated on…
He frowned when he heard a bit of a disagreement…. A handsome blonde business man wearing a tailored dove-grey suit and holding snow-dusted luggage was arguing as politely as possible with the concierge, saying “I understand that your computer screen is saying that I do not have a room, but I am telling you that not only have I booked and paid for a room, but that I have the confirmation number right here, and I expect this to be sorted out!” …ouch… Trowa had been THERE before, and the last time that had happened to him (on a business trip in Shanghai, made worse by the horrible language gap and Trowa’s lack of patience after an 8 hour plane ride) he had had to go to another hotel. But, in the mountains as they were, Trowa began to wonder if the poor blonde would actually HAVE that option…. But, hey, Not his problem, right? Trowa moved into the restaurant, and after a few moments was comfortably seated at the bar with a Guinness in front of him and an order of nachos on the way. It was then that he was surprised to see the blonde again… He looked as worn out as before, and was looking around the bar for a place to sit… still holding the luggage (in a posh shade of plum, Trowa noticed). When the waitress walked the man over towards the bar, and he put his luggage against the wall, Trowa turned a little towards him… Normally, Trowa was NOT the kind to initiate conversation… Normally, Trowa was NOT the kind to get involved in other people’s problems… Normally? Trowa was NOT the kind to be drooling a little over how nicely that dove-grey suit hugged the man’s hips and how well the shade of near-pink of his shirt highlighted his pale skin. Normal was out the window. “Hey…” Trowa said, and tried for a welcoming smile. He padded the bar stool next to him in invitation, “Rough day?” The blonde seemed to sag a little in the shoulders, and he moved to the offered seat with a weary smile, “You have NO idea” he said—and oh GOD his voice was gorgeous. A tenor, with soft, high tones that made Trowa figure that he could be a wonderful singer… It went along with his gorgeous baby-face and blue eyes to cut the perfect figure of an angel… “Those damn assholes at the desk lost my reservation and they’re making to wait until the manager gets back from supper to talk to him!” … and yet could still curse like a sailor. Trowa laughed into his beer… and the blonde seemed to relax at that, and laugh too… as if Trowa’s own laughter was infectious (not that it was. Trowa was the proverbial stick-in-the-mud in the personality-department, but the blonde seemed so adept at people that he unconsciously mirrored the people around him and relaxed. He was definitely a people-person, and would have been a great seller in the business-world). “I’ve been there,” Trowa said…. Then took a bit of a leap, “Let me buy you a drink?” The blonde smiled a little… but his eyes flicked across Trowa to gauge him… and then smiled a little more, “Alright… but know that I have a rule; I won’t have a drink with a stranger.” Then he grinned, and held out a hand for a shake, “I’m Quatre. Quatre Winner.” Trowa took the hand and shook it, smiling a little more (god, he couldn’t remember smiling this much in months!), “I’m Trowa. Trowa Barton.” He said back. Quatre smiled back, “Well, Trowa. Now we’re not strangers, so how about that drink?” Trowa grinned a little… and called over the bartender… The blonde was definitely receptive to Trowa’s little glances …and maybe? If he played his cards right, he just might not be spending Christmas quite so alone after all… … And that handsome little smirk on Quatre’s face was telling Trowa that the blonde was thinking the exact same thing about him….. Maybe.
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