Harki and the Heinous Pants (part 2)

Writers: Bree, Yvonne
Date Posted: 12th March 2007

Characters: Harki, V'kelo
Description: Harki continues her quest to make the Weyr a more fashionable place
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 23 of Turn 4

**That looks about right...** Harki held the pants up for inspection.
They were black, well sewn, and suffered only minor wear at the ankles. And they had an extra pocket sewn onto the outside of the thigh, which she found charming. Most importantly, however, they looked to be the right size for V'kelo - and they were free from the piles of unclaimed laundry in the Lower Caverns.

Armed with the new pants, she marched up the multiple flights of stairs to the brownrider's door. Hopefully he was in his weyr. Or maybe not. **Maybe I could break in and steal those heinous pants of his and leave these in their place!** she thought as she knocked.

It became obvious as soon as the door opened that stealing the pants was going to be harder than Harki had thought. A _lot_ harder, since V'kelo opened the door wearing the heinous pants and nothing else.
"Why Harki. Fancy meeting you here."

She gave him a look that could peel paint. "Shards and shells. You're wearing them _again_?!"

He was almost wishing he had a shirt to match, just to see if her face would change colors. "Just for you, darling. They seem to get you awfully... excited."

"Whatever." **Ass.** She bit her tongue, physically, so that she wouldn't say something that would ruin her mission. It was hard to be polite. "I've got a trade for you. Those pants for these." Harki held up the pants she'd found in the storage room.

V'kelo tried to hide a laugh. "Why don't you come in," he said, holding the door open. "We could enter into negotiations?"

"I'm not negotiating," Harki said, stepping across the threshold in spite of herself. V'kelo's weyr was a bit bigger than her own, and the furniture was yards nicer. Most of hers was beaten up, scarred, and leaking stuffing. "I'm telling you. Your pants have to go. They are an offense to good taste everywhere."

The brownrider closed the door and turned to survey Harki with a smile. "Are you sure that's the _only_ reason you're so determined to get them off of me?"

"I don't sleep with men who're dumb enough to wear something that ugly," Harki sniffed and held up the pants she'd brought with her.
"I'm doing a Wingmate a favour, here. So change."

V'kelo caught her wrist and tugged her towards him. "Come on, they don't turn you on even a _little_?" Shards, getting her riled up was almost more fun than sleeping with her would be. Almost. "Eeew! Don't touch me!" Bad fashion sense might be contagious. Harki made a face and twisted out of his grip.

"Hmmm..." He pretended to consider the issue. "What about if I take off the pants?"

Maybe she could snatch the pants and run, leaving him with something less heinous and not having to sleep with him in the process. Her eyes darted to the door - too far. "Take off the pants and _burn_
them, and then we'll talk."

"Uh-uh." V'kelo crossed his arms over his chest. "I'll take off my pants, but there won't be any burning of them until _after_ I get compensated for the loss of such a stunning item of clothing."

Shard it! "I'll send you Sarian. Give me the pants."

"Sarian?" He laughed and shook his head. "It's not a reward if you can have it whenever you want, darling. Not that Sarian isn't delightful when she wants to be, but I was hoping for a little something more."

The greenrider wrinkled her nose. "You're _joking_. You want me to prostitute myself for a pair of your _pants_?!"

"You're the one who is so obsessed with them," he replied easily. "I suppose only you can decide just how much it's worth to see the end of them. Maybe I'll have another pair made just like them..."

"Aaargh!" Her temper snapped; Harki threw the black pants at V'kelo's head. "You're such an ass!" V'kelo caught the pants easily. "Sometimes. How about a kiss, Harki? I'll take them off for a kiss... But I'm not promising I'll put these ones on!"

She smacked him in the kisser instead, and made sure to slam the door on the way out. Those pants were awful, but it had gone beyond good taste in clothing - this meant war. And Harki was going to win.

Last updated on the March 13th 2007

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