Drabble: SGA (Ronevan + Radek)
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comment_fic prompt: Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne +/ any, food truck AU.
Evan tried not to stare at the skyscraper of a man that had circled the group of food trucks at least twice now. He didn’t bother getting too close, which was a shame because Evan wanted to get a better look at him. From what he could see now, he had beautiful golden skin, dreadlocks pulled back into a ponytail, and Evan definitely wanted tickets to the gun show the man had on display.
“Excuse me? I’d like to order something.”
A young woman stood in front of his food truck and Evan shook his head to clear it. He put on his best customer service smile and leaned out the window.
“What can I get for you today?”
As Evan wrote down her order, he noticed that the beautiful man was now standing behind her.
“I’ll have that out for you in about ten minutes. What was your name?”
The woman smiled. “Cassie.”
Evan wrote her name on the ticket and handed it off to his assistant.
“Chicken gyro and fries, Radek.”
“Coming up,” Radek muttered, somehow finding the space to scurry about frantically in the tight quarters of the truck.
Cassie wandered over to the pick-up window, and now the man stood right in front of Evan. He was attractive from far away, but up close he was downright gorgeous.
Evan cleared his throat. “Can I take your order?”
The man read the menu over again, then looked back at Evan. “What do you like?”
You.
Evan shrugged. “I own the truck, so I’m obligated to say I love everything. But if you don’t mind something on the hotter side, I would say go for our special, the spicy feta gyro.”
The man smiled and Evan leaned heavily into the counter-top to keep himself from melting into a pile of goo.
“Sure, sounds interesting. I’ll have that. Oh, and a bottle of water.”
“Got it. What’s your name?” Evan asked again, jotting down the order.
“Ronon.”
Evan tore the ticket off of his pad. “Hmm. That’s a new one. It’ll be out in ten or fifteen minutes.”
Ronon nodded. “No worries. I don’t have anywhere to be.”
Evan smiled and went to work on Ronon’s order. Next to him, Radek bagged up Cassie’s order and stuck his head out of the pick-up window.
“Cassie!”
She retrieved her food and waved goodbye. Radek turned back and started making another batch of fries.
“Not to be rude,” he said quietly, “but you could stand to be a little less obvious.”
Evan took his warmed pita bread off of the grill and started loading it up with meat and his special feta mixture.
“Am I that bad?”
Radek chuckled. “A little. But by my estimation, the feeling appears to be mutual. I can cover for you if you want to talk your way into sitting down with the guy.”
Evan wrapped up the gyro and turned to their small fridge to get a bottle of water.
“Thanks Radek. I owe you. Let’s hope he doesn’t turn me down.”
“I doubt it. Have you seen yourself?”
Evan nudged Radek in the ribs. “Such a charmer.” He then peeked out of the pick-up window and saw Ronon standing off to the side.
“Ronon? Your gyro is ready.”
Ronon walked over, a huge grin on his face. “Thanks man.”
Evan handed him the foil wrapped sandwich and a cold bottle of water. “So, um...”
Ronon paused. “Yeah?”
Evan scratched the back of his head, an old nervous habit. “I was about to take a break. There’s a pavilion over there where we - you - we could eat or chat or something?”
Smooth, Lorne.
Ronon’s grin got even bigger somehow. “That sounds nice. Meet you over there?”
Evan felt himself internally scream, but he managed to maintain his composure. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a couple of minutes.”
As Ronon walked away, Evan couldn’t help but do a victory fist pump. He turned around and dished up a serving (okay, maybe two) of french fries, which were piping hot and fresh.
“Be back later, Radek.”
Ronon visited the truck every single day for a week straight after that, no matter where Evan and Radek happened to be.
comment_fic prompt: Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne +/ any, food truck AU.Evan tried not to stare at the skyscraper of a man that had circled the group of food trucks at least twice now. He didn’t bother getting too close, which was a shame because Evan wanted to get a better look at him. From what he could see now, he had beautiful golden skin, dreadlocks pulled back into a ponytail, and Evan definitely wanted tickets to the gun show the man had on display.
“Excuse me? I’d like to order something.”
A young woman stood in front of his food truck and Evan shook his head to clear it. He put on his best customer service smile and leaned out the window.
“What can I get for you today?”
As Evan wrote down her order, he noticed that the beautiful man was now standing behind her.
“I’ll have that out for you in about ten minutes. What was your name?”
The woman smiled. “Cassie.”
Evan wrote her name on the ticket and handed it off to his assistant.
“Chicken gyro and fries, Radek.”
“Coming up,” Radek muttered, somehow finding the space to scurry about frantically in the tight quarters of the truck.
Cassie wandered over to the pick-up window, and now the man stood right in front of Evan. He was attractive from far away, but up close he was downright gorgeous.
Evan cleared his throat. “Can I take your order?”
The man read the menu over again, then looked back at Evan. “What do you like?”
You.
Evan shrugged. “I own the truck, so I’m obligated to say I love everything. But if you don’t mind something on the hotter side, I would say go for our special, the spicy feta gyro.”
The man smiled and Evan leaned heavily into the counter-top to keep himself from melting into a pile of goo.
“Sure, sounds interesting. I’ll have that. Oh, and a bottle of water.”
“Got it. What’s your name?” Evan asked again, jotting down the order.
“Ronon.”
Evan tore the ticket off of his pad. “Hmm. That’s a new one. It’ll be out in ten or fifteen minutes.”
Ronon nodded. “No worries. I don’t have anywhere to be.”
Evan smiled and went to work on Ronon’s order. Next to him, Radek bagged up Cassie’s order and stuck his head out of the pick-up window.
“Cassie!”
She retrieved her food and waved goodbye. Radek turned back and started making another batch of fries.
“Not to be rude,” he said quietly, “but you could stand to be a little less obvious.”
Evan took his warmed pita bread off of the grill and started loading it up with meat and his special feta mixture.
“Am I that bad?”
Radek chuckled. “A little. But by my estimation, the feeling appears to be mutual. I can cover for you if you want to talk your way into sitting down with the guy.”
Evan wrapped up the gyro and turned to their small fridge to get a bottle of water.
“Thanks Radek. I owe you. Let’s hope he doesn’t turn me down.”
“I doubt it. Have you seen yourself?”
Evan nudged Radek in the ribs. “Such a charmer.” He then peeked out of the pick-up window and saw Ronon standing off to the side.
“Ronon? Your gyro is ready.”
Ronon walked over, a huge grin on his face. “Thanks man.”
Evan handed him the foil wrapped sandwich and a cold bottle of water. “So, um...”
Ronon paused. “Yeah?”
Evan scratched the back of his head, an old nervous habit. “I was about to take a break. There’s a pavilion over there where we - you - we could eat or chat or something?”
Smooth, Lorne.
Ronon’s grin got even bigger somehow. “That sounds nice. Meet you over there?”
Evan felt himself internally scream, but he managed to maintain his composure. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a couple of minutes.”
As Ronon walked away, Evan couldn’t help but do a victory fist pump. He turned around and dished up a serving (okay, maybe two) of french fries, which were piping hot and fresh.
“Be back later, Radek.”
Ronon visited the truck every single day for a week straight after that, no matter where Evan and Radek happened to be.
