Title: Invitation Author: Jo Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Jensen Ackles Rating: PG Summary: Just a typical Hollywood party... Disclaimer: Absolute, 100% fiction. I made up the whole thing. Notes: For coolwhipdiva, who wanted Jensen/Orlando and a sour apple martini. Why was he here again? Oh, that's right. Shannyn had called him, out of the blue, and begged him to come. 'Having a party, Jen, it'll be tons of fun, you should come, enjoy yourself, pretty please?' Seems he's still a sucker for her batting eyelashes, even when he can't actually, y'know, see them. So he's here, in the midst of one of those borderline surreal Hollywood parties that he hates, trying to remember why he shouldn't tell all these people just how dumb they are. And making a mental note to wallop the shit out of Jared when he sees him. Fucker just had to go and have plans tonight, didn't he? Sure he does. + + + "C'mon, it'll be fun." Orlando rolls his eyes behind Josh's back, but allows Josh to drag him into the house. "Somehow, mate," he says, as he looks around, "I don't think our definitions of fun match." "We'll just stay for a bit," Josh says, over his shoulder, clearly trying to placate Orlando. "Uh huh." Orlando rolls his eyes again, but doesn't protest when Josh presses a drink into his hand. Well, he doesn't protest until he looks down at the glass. The liquid is bright green. The hell... By the time Orlando looks up again, Josh has vanished into the crowd. Wanker. With a cautious sniff, Orlando decides that apples were somehow involved in making the drink. Apples can't be that bad, right? He takes a tiny sip, smacks his lips, then takes a larger swallow. And does his best to keep his eyes from crossing. Sweet Jesus, that was sour. + + + Jensen looks up when the sliding glass door opens and laughter and music spills out onto the patio. The door slides closed behind a slender figure, and Jensen studies him for a moment. Huh. Shannyn never mentioned she knew Orlando Bloom. Small world. "Just needed a bit of fresh air," Orlando says, dropping into the chair beside Jensen's and fishing out a rumpled cigarette pack. Jensen laughs. "Won't be fresh if you light that." "L.A.," Orlando replies, with a shrug and a grin. "Fresh air is a relative term." "So," Jensen says, watching the lit end of Orlando's cigarette bob through the air and listening to the quiet exhale of smoke through Orlando's lips. "You know Shannyn?" "Nah, Josh does. He dragged me along." "Ah." Even though Jensen doesn't have the first clue who Josh is. "You?" "She begged. I couldn't say no." Orlando grins, white teeth flashing in the dim light from the house. "Know how that goes, mate." There's a few seconds of silence as Orlando shifts and Jensen shifts and they end up with their chairs a few inches closer to each other. They both reach towards the table, stopping when their hands collide. Then... "You like apples?" "Um, yeah." Jensen gives Orlando a curious look. "Why?" "C'mon. Got a drink you need to try. We'll grab a few and disappear," Orlando says, winking as he stands and stretches. "Your friend..." Jensen says, knowing it's a token protest, and knowing Orlando knows when he grins. "Fuck him." ~fin~