#this is... so lightly shippy that if u blink u miss it

[dooliaz]

Oh man, you know that sugar baby Alfredo can still put his charm and seduction prowess to good use when he's in the FAHC. Like, if they ever need to sweet-talk a mark into doing something or get access somewhere, the crew know they can count on Alfredo to charm his way past any guards, entice anyone into doing anything they need or even persuade some rich heiress to let him and his friends into some fancy auction that they want to steal stuff from, no that's not a fic idea, why would I say that?

Alfredo’s still smiling a thousand watt smile as he meets Michael’s eyes over the crowd. He watches as Alfredo looks back to the heiress, leans in to say something, then turns away from her, making his way towards the bar Michael’s stationed at. Alfredo’s smile dims down to smug, knowing, eyes keeping contact with Michael as he walks. The night’s barely starting and Alfredo’s already too cocky about this. It’s getting on Michael’s nerves, a little, this peacocking Alfredo’s doing. Rolling his eyes, Michael takes another swig of his drink.

Alfredo says nothing as he sidles up next to Michael, so Michael takes the opportunity to knock him down a peg or two. “You look like you’re having a great time. You enjoying yourself? Working real hard?”

“Oh, I’m having tons o’ fun!” Alfredo responds brightly.

“I swear to God, if you get any more cocky I think your actual dick might pop out.”

“Oh, only for you, baby girl.”

The look Michael slings Alfredo’s way is all narrowed eyes and furrowed brow, letting him know he is in no uncertain terms charmed. Alfredo’s smile, if anything, brightens.

Before Michael can lay into him again, Alfredo swings his arm up into Michael’s face, holding up two fingers. It takes Michael a second to register the keycard held between them. 

“Oh, you motherf—”

“I got it, baby! Who’s the cocky one now?”

“It’s still you. It’s never not been you.”

“Thought so.” The smug smile on Alfredo’s lips makes Michael exasperation rise. 

“Alright,” He snatches the card from Alfredo. “Quiet, you. Peacocks don’t speak.”

“Ba-kwak!” Alfredo’s eyes shine with laughter. “Shit, what noise do peacocks make? Squak!”

“You are a fucking idiot.”

“That doesn’t sound like a peacock noise.”

Michael has to look away to control the sudden and powerful urge he gets to shove Alfredo. He turns, quick and decisive, walking in the direction of the door their keycard unlocks. He doesn’t wait for Alfredo to catch up but he hears the other man scrambling to fall into step beside him.

#sorry this isn't longer! #i wanted to make it so but i have too many responsibilities l8tly :( #kinda mine #fahc alfredo #fahc michael #fahc #this is... so lightly shippy that if u blink u miss it #im just getting a feel for their dynamic #still. lets just tag it as #shippy shit #ragehappy #alfrechael #team hot sauce #just in case. #Anonymous