rpg_palace | Harry/Orlando/James- Lunch in the Pub...

Harry knocked on the door to Orlando's office, grinning. "Pencils down, turn your papers over, you're done for now. 'M taking you to lunch."

Orlando looked up at him and poked his tongue out, grinning. "Good, cause I'm bloody hungry!"

"Hungry enough for something bloody? Nice rare steak maybe?" Harry teased, waggling his eyebrows.

"No, no and no!" Orlando threw a piece of balled up paper at him. "I've just got to sign this and then I can come with you for lunch.”

Harry batted at the paper, just getting it before it bonked him in the forehead.

"Well, your aim is improving anyway." he murmured, leaning against the doorframe and waiting. Orlando rolled his eyes and threw the pen at him.

"Fuck it, I'm out of here. Lunch!" he cried.

"Stop throwin' things at me!" Harry scowled, glaring at Dwayne, just to make sure the big man wasn't laughing at him. "So, where you want? Can be pub, or one of the boring places. Up to you."

"Do they serve normal food at the pub?" Orlando raised an eyebrow.

"They serve icky vegetables and stuff there, yes." Harry sighed.

Orlando beamed. "Okay, pub it is."

"Wimp," Harry said, turning to head for the pub.

"What?!" Orlando asked, jogging to catch up with him.

"I said 'I love you, pumpkin'?"

"You called me a wimp."

"Dammit! Then why'd you ask?"

Orlando grinned. "Wanted to see what you'd say."

"Tricksy bastard." Harry grumbled, reaching over and ruffling Orlando's hair.

Orlando gasped and smacked him in the arm. "Not the hair."

"But I love the hair!" Harry protested, rubbing his arm.

"No touchies."

"But Orlaaaaaaaando!"

Orlando gave him a stern look. "Not. My. Hair."

Harry huffed indignantly, opening the door of the pub a second before Dwayne could get there, giving him a dirty look for trying. Orlando rolled his eyes and wandered in.

"Be nice, children."

"He started it," Harry grumbled, following behind Orlando and waving at Bar Wench. "Whatcha drinking, little one?"

"Uh...vodka." Orlando grinned.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Interesting afternoon you'll be having. BAR WENCH! The usual, and a vodka for him." Harry bellowed, following Orlando to the table after receiving an acknowledging eyeroll from Bar Wench.

Orlando chuckled and slid into his seat. "You always announce your prescence in here like that?"

"Pretty much. He gets all offended if I don't. Thinks I don't care of something. You should have seen the size of the steak he brought me when I got back from hospital and Liam's, I swear it was the size of me head, and a full extra plate of fries... uh, I mean, salad. A salad as big as my head, and a whole extra plate of...tomato's?" Harry winced.

Orlando rested his head in his hands and laughed. "Oh yeah? And then what? A treehouse of carrot sticks?"

"Yes. A great big one." Harry nodded vigorously.

Orlando sighed. "You are really bad at this lying thing."

"I know," Harry sighed, shaking his head. "Would make my life so much easier if I wasn't."

"I think it won't be just me ordering veggies today."

"Aw c'mon, Orlando- it was weeks ago- months!" Harry protested, pouting winningly.

"No, you're still eating them."

"No tomato's." Harry insisted, smiling at Bar Wench as he delivered the drinks.

"Lots of them."

Harry shook his head and looked at Kevin. "Beef Dip, side of fries. Orlando?"

"Salad sandwich, and a nice, big salad on it's own, with extra tomatoes." Orlando beamed at Harry.

"Carrots, change the tomatoes to carrots." Harry pleaded, looking at Orlando.

"Tomatoes." Orlando insisted.

Harry thumped back against the back of the booth and scowled. "Can't make me like 'em," he muttered as Bar Wench walked away, taking a long pull of his beer.

"But I can make you eat them." Orlando grinned smugly and took a sip of his vodka.

"Monster."

Orlando pouted. "I thought I was adorable."

"You are. Adorable. Monster. Adorable Monster." Harry explained.

Orlando pouted some more. "I don't wanna be a monster."

"What do you want to be then?" Harry purred, reaching across the table and rubbing Orlando's pouting lip with his thumb.

"I wanna be adorable and lovable and all that. Just not an icky monster." Orlando grinned.

"Not an icky monster- my monster!" Harry explained. "Didn't know you didn't like monster, you never said before," he said, frowning.

"What? I didn't protest enough?!"

"Well... but how many times have I protested against being called cute?"

"You like it. I can tell." Orlando insisted.

"I thought you liked monster. Clueless me," Harry murmured.

"It's not bad, it's just not what I wanna be!" Orlando grinned.

"Okay," Harry said, still a bit lost that he'd missed that this whole time, giving his head a shake. "I'll stop saying it, if that's what you want then."

"Think of something nicer!" Orlando suggested. "Like...oh, I dunno."

"You'd rather be, like, pumpkin or squishybutt than monster?" Harry cocked his head to the side.

"Oh, now that's not nice!!!"

"Well, I can't just do it on the spot ya know! You don't think Eric would rather have not been 'Bambi'?" Harry protested.

Orlando rolled his eyes at him. "You're mad."

"Yeah, but you knew that walking in," Harry smirked.

"Mmm, true." Orlando grinned.

"So, can't really blame anyone but you for that one," Harry said, grinning as Bar Wench showed up with their food, trying to hide his grin as he realized that the tomatoes were definately not as many as he'd feared. Orlando stuck his tongue out and flashed a grin at Bar Wench.

"You better eat those..." Orlando said, looking up behind Harry and smiling.

"I'm not eating all of 'em, you know better'n to expect that," Harry said, making another face and taking a huge bite of his sandwich.

Orlando raised an eyebrow. "Yeah right."

A hand snaked over Harry's left shoulder and pinched a tomato from the salad. "They're actually quite nice," James grinned.

Harry jumped, almost choking on his sandwich, then managing to swallow with great effort, coughing, his eyes watering. "Jesus FUCKING Christ, mate! Warn a guy!" he complained, taking a drink of his beer to sooth his throat, then grinning at James. "Good to see you again, mate!"

James laughed. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you!"

"Yeah right, sing me another one, snowboarder," Harry snorted. "Come on then, you're here, you may as well stay awhile."

"Alright then," James smiled and slid into the booth next to Orlando. "How are we both?"

"I'm good. Oh here, may as well have this, I'm sure you're hungry," Harry offered, pushing the tomato laden salad towards James and picking up his sandwich. "Busy, but that's Palace life."

Orlando smirked. "Save him some tomatoes. I'm alright though."

Harry shook his head violently. "Eat the tomatoes!" he said in a dramatic stage whisper.

James laughed. "An argument over tomatoes? What's wrong with them anyway?" he asked, chewing the end of a carrot stick.

"Orlando is evil." Harry explained simply, pouring ketchup over his fries. "And tomatoes are yucky."

Orlando sighed. "They are not."

Harry grinned at Orlando and shook his head, taking another mouthful of fries. "So, does that make you a vegetable man then?" Harry asked James.

"Me? No. I just like my fruit and vegetables." James shrugged. "When I was younger I never had a meal without them, so I suppose it stuck."

"Hmm... too much time eating out and getting to have whatever I wanted for me," Harry mused. "Bad habits that stuck."

"I can't imagine not eating vegetables." James shook his head, then glanced at Orlando. "But then, I don't want to live purely on them. Rabbit food."

Harry laughed softly, repeating 'Rabbit' under his breath. Orlando glared at him around his sandwich. Then turned and glared at James too.

"Hey! That one's not mine, can't blame me for it!" Harry protested, glad that it was Christian who'd come up with 'Rabbit' for Orlando.

"Stupid. Brothers." Orlando muttered under his breath, making James chuckle.

"Don't forget Anna," Harry said helpfully.

"And her."

"And Sean."

Orlando rolled his eyes.

"I should stop now, yes?"

James smirked. "If I was you, no. But I'm not sure how badly Orli'd kick our asses."

"He kicks. And he's a hair puller. And his aim has been getting better," Harry warned.

"Oh?"

"Uh huh. Almost hit me with a ball of paper and a pen." Harry nodded.

James grinned and patted Orli on the back. "Good job. But you have to start with real weapons soon." Orlando stuck his tongue out at him.

//I can remember an occasion where that tongue was used as a weapon... getting me to agree to things I wouldn't have ordinarily done... evil purposes...// Harry looked innocent while he munched at his fries.

Orlando looked up at Harry and blushed, going back to his sandwich. //I heard every word of that...//

//You were meant to.// Harry's eyes sparkled, grinning at the blush on Orlando's face.

Orlando blushed harder and stared at his plate. James raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Here, have a tomato," he said, placing one on Harry's plate.

"Hey! Thought you were on my side here!" Harry pouted, poking the tomato with his fork and making a face.

"You eat that and maybe I will be." James grinned.

"Okay, I definately don't need two of you directing my diet!" Harry protested, huffing and pouting.

James shrugged. "I'm just tryin' to keep him happy." He said, pointing at Orlando.

"Usually I resort to methods that don't involve me force feeding myself, but whatever Orlando wants, Orlando usually gets... especially once he starts giving me the look." Harry sighed, screwing up his face and stuffing the tomato in his mouth, chewing it as few times as possible before washing it down with a swallow of beer.

James started to laugh. "Interesting technique you've got there."

Harry placed his glass back on the table, shuddering. "Maybe so, but it gets it down, so go with what works."

James nodded. Orlando leaned over and stole a chip from Harry's plate, grinning.

"Thought you didn't like those," Harry teased

"Did I say that? Oh. Must have grown a taste for them when I stole half of them from you." Orlando giggled.

"Wanker," Harry growled. Orlando grinned widely, and James shook his head.

"How did you manage to travel with him for that long and not kill each other. You know that's something we haven't done yet- go on a trip. Should do that sometime." Harry smiled at Orlando. Orlando grinned back at him.

James chuckled. "I'm fairly sure I do recall thinking of slipping the bungee instructor a few notes to make him untie the cord. But I'm a nice guy."

Harry shuddered. "Lord, even the image of that is gonna be freaking me out for the next few hours. I still can't believe you people do that. Completely mad."

"It's fun!" Orlando protested.

"There are a lot safer ways to get your adrenilin up then throwing yourself off high things and surfing on sharks," Harry argued, smiling.

"Oh yeah?" Orlando asked. "Name a few!"

"Fucking," Harry said bluntly. Orlando shook his head and giggled.

James raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "You're quite right." he grinned.

"Well, that or skipping rope, but I bet you can guess which one of the two I'd rather be doing," Harry's eyes flashed wickedly as he took another sip of his beer.

James laughed. "I hate skipping. Not quite co-ordinated enough for it."

"Got tired of smackin' meself in the back of the head with the rope," Harry agreed.

Orlando laughed and rested his chin on his hand. "Now that's an interesting image there,"

"Like I don't give you ample opportunities to see me make an arse of myself," Harry smiled.

Grinning, Orlando leaned over and stole another chip. Harry pushed the plate closer. "All you like, little one. Bar Wench usually gives me more'n I can finish."

Orlando leaned back and folded his arms. "There's no fun in them if I can't steal them!"

"Fine then!" Harry pulled the plate back towards himself and growled at Orlando. "Mine!"

Orlando grinned. "Now it's fun." He leaned over and grabbed a handful before Harry could grab him.

"That one you get for free. Next time your hand gets slapped. Fair warning." Harry vowed, dumping more ketchup on them.

Orlando made a face, and even James winced. "That much sauce should be illegal," he murmured.

"Yeah, but it keeps his princelike mitts off me chips." Harry said with a grin.

James shook his head. "Still disgusting."

Harry shrugged. "Different strokes."

Orlando's hand snaked over and pinched another chip while he wasn't looking. James noticed and turned to look at him.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Orlando grinned. "Stockpiling."

"Strange. Deeply strange." Harry shook his head. "You here on business today James?"

"Nah, just around." James smirked. "Nothing better to do."

"Just hanging about, getting in trouble, eh? Nothing wrong with that," Harry grinned.

"I'd say so." James agreed. "I did come over to pick up a bundle of the new brochures for the front desk down at Wentworhts, but that's about it."

"New brochures?" Harry looked curiously at Orlando.

"What? Sean didn't tell you?" Orlando asked. "Sean had enough and handed his job over to someone else."

"No, Sean didn't tell me. Haven't talked to him in ages." You didn't tell me either, Harry thought to himself.

"Yeah. Got sick of being pinched by old ladies." Orlando giggled. "Picked another libertine to suffer instead."

"Wow. No more 'Face', eh? Who got tagged... not Will?"

"No, can't imagine Will as the Face of Palace. Nah, Guy Pearce got the job." Orlando stole yet another chip. "He's a cheeky bastard."

Harry just managed to tap the back of Orlando's hand. "Bad. Guy Pearce? He's one I don't know. What is it with you and attracting cheeky bastards anyway?" Harry mused.

Orlando stuck out his tongue and Jame laughed. "We had a fashion parade the other day, and although I wasn't backstage the entire time, from what I hear, apart from being cheeky, he's a real fussy one too."

"Fussy bad? Like what? Wants lemon instead of sugar in his tea?" Harry grinned.

"No, just wouldn't wear what he was told to."

"Diva?"

"Just about, yeah."

"He gonna be worse'n Sean?"

Orlando laughed. "I don't know."

"Well, good luck. Maybe someone else knows him, can fill you in. Let you know what you'll be dealing with," Harry advised, taking one last bite of chips.

Orlando nodded and grabbed the last of the chips, adding them to the small fort he was building.

"What the fuck'er you doing?" Harry said, peering across the table to look.

"I told you. Stockpiling."

"For what, chipmunk?"

Orlando stuck his tongue out and James laughed. "That is the most childish response to an insult I have ever seen. Not saying it's bad, but it's damned funny."

//Depends one what you intend to do with your tongue later that makes it childish or not.// Harry took another sip of his beer, keeping a straight face. Orlando's eyes went wide as he blushed furiously.

//You are so evil!!//

//What? Count your blessings I didn't say that out loud.// Harry pointed out, turning back towards James and smiling again. "So, you ride, James?"

"Depends what you're talking about," James grinned.

//And you say I'm evil!// "Well, I was talking horses. This time." Harry smirked.

"Aaaah." James grinned. "Yeah, I do ride horses, among other things."

"Any preferences?" Harry said innocently.

James chuckled. "I'd much rather ride something with wheels, but if it's got legs it'll do just as well."

Harry shook his head. "Still a lot of dirty places I can take that one. Cars or bikes, if we're talking wheels?"

"Motorbikes, dirtbikes. It's fun to go flying over hills at top speed." James shrugged.

Harry looked at Orlando. "You too?" he asked.

Orlando nodded. "They're brilliant fun!"

"Wow. And I thought I'd heard all of your various attempts to kill yourself at this point," Harry teased.

James laughed. "Is that what you call them?"

"Well, usually I call them your 'fucking insane attempts to kill yourself’, but I remain supportive boyfriend-type guy. Just try not to think about it too much. Surprised I didn't go nuts while you were on the holiday." Course, being medicated unconcious for a large number of the days you were away did help with that a little. Harry thought wryly.

"Well, most of the stunts we pulled were supervised." James assured him.

"Most?" Harry stared, a tinge of panic in his voice. "MOST?!"

"Well, you can't supervise surfing, and the trailbikes were..." Orlando bit his lip.

Harry covered his ears. "La la la la la la. La." He sang loudly, then uncovered them again. "You're here, your safe, you're unhurt, I love you. LA LA LA LA LA!" he started again, back to his denial.

"We had helmets!" James chuckled.

"You hush! Enabler!" Harry accused James, fighting a grin.

"No, he was all ready to go without them."

Harry looked at Orlando and raised an eyebrow.

Orlando tried to look innocent. "You were," James grinned.

"You better hope like hell Marton never hears about that one." Harry warned, decidedly unimpressed and not covering it as well as he'd like.

"I'm damn good on a trailbike! I haven't come off one since I was tiny!"

"How fast they go?"

"Not very." Orlando nodded.

"Not very, like not as fast as your car, or not very like slower'n my horse?" Harry qualified.

James rolled his eyes. "They're rigged to go as fast as it'll have to to get you through bush and scrublands."

That's not an answer, Harry thought, frustrated, but decided to let it drop. "Well, I'm glad you decided to wear a helmet then." he said, taking the last swig of his drink. "Was good to see you James, but I've got to be getting back to the office, damn it all."

"That's alright," James grinned as Orlando stood up too. "I've got to get back to work as well," Orlando explained.

"Back to working for your brand new Diva?" Harry teased, reaching over to take Orlando's hand and smiling at him.

"Yeah," Orlando smiled.

Harry smiled one more time at James and started for the door, Tyler and Dwayne already up and ahead of them. Looking quickly at his watch, Harry winced. "I've got to get back. See you tonight," he murmured, leaning in for a soft kiss, then letting go of his hand and following Dwayne out the door.

"Oh, Orlando?" James called after him. "Before you go, I wanted to give you something. I picked it up the other day and thought you might like it. It’s not much, but...”

Orlando turned and looked at him, his mouth dropping open.

Harry/Orlando/James- Lunch in the Pub...

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