Moonlightaholics

“Yeah, right.” Mick considered, “What about that cream one over there?”

Josef glanced over his shoulder in the general direction that his friend had pointed. His eyes narrowed and he looked back at Mick. “Where?”

“That one.” Mick insisted. “The cream one.”

“Mick – that’s not cream,” Josef corrected, “It’s ‘mushroom.’ In the eighties, it was ‘taupe’ or, in La-z-boy lingo, ‘tan’ - but it’s definitely not cream.”

Mick shrugged, “It looks like cream to me.”

“Have you ever seen cream that looks like that? It’s been a few centuries, but I’m pretty sure if cream turns that color, it’s time for a new goat.”

Shadow wrote:Thank goodness for the Coffee House recommendations, even though I've been really slow getting to them... this is PERFECT, Lilly. I can't believe I've never come across this story before - but then I've started into fan fiction late, and moved along terribly slowly. Anyway, I seem to have saved myself a very special treat! I am so glad to be reading it now.

I could see every instant of this story as if I were watching it on screen (and WHAT a delight that would have been to see at the beginning of WLB! Having this filmed would be utterly priceless.) I'm always going to imagine this at the beginning, now, because it fits perfectly at the beginning of the episode and it captures both Mick and Josef exquisitely well. There's so much going on in the story - and I love the little remembrances of things like the San Diego Wild Animal Park (just what might have happened there?) I so enjoyed Josef's extensive designer knowledge, and Mick's utter cluelessness, and I will always treasure those delightful discussions about - colors.

Thank you for this, Lilly! This will be an eternal favorite of mine as well.

With the flick of two fingers of his right hand, Josef eased the Spider into gear and headed northwest on 5th. As the sound of the 483 horses thundering just behind his ears intensified through a series of up-shifts, Mick ran both hands through his wind-swept hair, pushed it back off his face, and closed his eyes.

The two vampires got out of the car, closing their respective doors almost in unison. When Josef began walking toward the building without as much as a glance back, Mick stood open-mouthed, holding his hand out over the open expanse of the convertible. There was no way his friend was going to leave the Spider exposed like that at almost four in the morning.

“Josef!”

Before he could elaborate, Josef raised the remote over his shoulder and, with a click of a button, locked the car.

“Great,” Mick groaned, “No one’s gonna break into it now.”

His sarcasm was immediately answered by the low hum of the hydraulic actuators as the rear cowling lifted slightly and the soft top began to unfurl from its narrow hiding place beneath the twin fairings behind the seats. In no more than twenty seconds, the top had appeared, stretched itself out like a cat after a long nap, and secured itself in place and the cover firmly reseated.

Josef turned toward Mick, beaming with satisfaction. “You were saying?”

“Geez, Josef. This thing’s like a damn transformer. Your toys are bigger, but maybe you and Logan have more in common than I thought.”

The broad grin melted from the billionaire’s face as he pressed his lips together, turned on his heels and muttered a curt and definitive, “No.”