Prohibition and Bathtub Gin
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sapphoatsunsetTitle: Prohibition and Bathtub Gin
Author: beililee
Rating: PG-13 for implications and innuendos
Pairing: Jaejoong X Yunho
Word Count: 591
Summary: It was the heart of the Prohibition Era, which consequently coincided with the heart of the Roaring Twenties, the ‘let’s get merry and drunk’ mentality prevailing through the period of censorship. [Prohibition – USA (1919 – 1933)]
Warnings: illegal activities for the time period, sad
Prompt: A Period In History
Author's Note: For the Last Fanfic Writer Standing challenge @jaeho_challenge .
Author: beililee
Rating: PG-13 for implications and innuendos
Pairing: Jaejoong X Yunho
Word Count: 591
Summary: It was the heart of the Prohibition Era, which consequently coincided with the heart of the Roaring Twenties, the ‘let’s get merry and drunk’ mentality prevailing through the period of censorship. [Prohibition – USA (1919 – 1933)]
Warnings: illegal activities for the time period, sad
Prompt: A Period In History
Author's Note: For the Last Fanfic Writer Standing challenge @
jaeho_challenge .It was the heart of the Prohibition Era, which consequently coincided with the heart of the Roaring Twenties, the ‘let’s get merry and drunk’ mentality prevailing through the period of censorship. The catalyst, the aide, if you will, for the twenties success when alcohol was illegal was a little thing called bathtub gin. But, you had to know where to look, know who made it, supplied it, sold it.
It was about like knowing your cocaine dealer; you had to be on the in to have the knowledge. Jaejoong had the knowledge. Party thrower, and notorious playboy, Kim Jaejoong was required to know all the local players, and be able to analyze the quality of their goods to find the best.
The best was Jung Yunho. Yunho was a lawyer by day, vintner by night, the double role suiting him perfectly as all aspects of his personality were employed every day. Jung was Kim’s dealer, a relationship that eventually led to something more.
---~~~---
“Do you have the vinegar?” Yunho rolled his eyes; leave it to Jaejoong to come up with such corny code words. However, he deigned to respond with a nod.
“What’s the fee this time?” A look of contemplation crossed the younger’s face before he grinned and said “you should take me to dinner some time; I’m really going out on a limb here every time I meet you with stock.”
Jaejoong was confused but agreed; after all, that was cheaper that the normal $100 he plopped down for a bottle of the juice.
---~~~---
The table was in a low lit corner, the restaurant actually one of the many underground bars in town. For all the conservatives tried, Los Angeles was still as hedonistic and immoral as ever. Which was convenient because Yunho planned for them to end up drunk before the night was over, blissful inebriation overcoming any lingering sensibilities of the time.
“Say Jaejoong, have another. I don’t have work tomorrow so don’t worry on my account. Tip her back nice and easy; that a boy! Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are hypnotic? I could drown in them, become intoxicated without this weak wine.” Yunho blathered on and on, the effects of the ‘weak’ gin already wearing on his system.
Jaejoong chuckled at this, but kept drinking to humor the other who seemed so cute under the influence, the uptight lawyer persona long gone. Soon he was just as gone, just as lacking in the mental faculties of logic and self-censorship. So gone was he that he started thinking about the lips in front of him, the too-bright eyes, the mussed hair, the man.
Jung Yunho hiccupped through his tenth drink of the night, sputtering out mindless babble, and the elder decided – with the logic of any drunk – that now was the perfect time to kiss him silent. Their lips met – electric. After paying the bill, they stumbled into the night together.
---~~~---
The Prohibition, the Twenties, that era allowed for one-night stands and mistakes in a way that hasn’t been captured again – at least, not until the love-freely Sixties. Morning came, the two went their separate ways, remained friends, continued to have business with one another – after all, one does not, in his right mind, turn down the best just because business might be awkward – and surprisingly remained friends as well. However, never again did they go drinking together, afraid that they truly fit together like the tumblers in a lock – a state that even Hollywood couldn’t condone.
It was about like knowing your cocaine dealer; you had to be on the in to have the knowledge. Jaejoong had the knowledge. Party thrower, and notorious playboy, Kim Jaejoong was required to know all the local players, and be able to analyze the quality of their goods to find the best.
The best was Jung Yunho. Yunho was a lawyer by day, vintner by night, the double role suiting him perfectly as all aspects of his personality were employed every day. Jung was Kim’s dealer, a relationship that eventually led to something more.
---~~~---
“Do you have the vinegar?” Yunho rolled his eyes; leave it to Jaejoong to come up with such corny code words. However, he deigned to respond with a nod.
“What’s the fee this time?” A look of contemplation crossed the younger’s face before he grinned and said “you should take me to dinner some time; I’m really going out on a limb here every time I meet you with stock.”
Jaejoong was confused but agreed; after all, that was cheaper that the normal $100 he plopped down for a bottle of the juice.
---~~~---
The table was in a low lit corner, the restaurant actually one of the many underground bars in town. For all the conservatives tried, Los Angeles was still as hedonistic and immoral as ever. Which was convenient because Yunho planned for them to end up drunk before the night was over, blissful inebriation overcoming any lingering sensibilities of the time.
“Say Jaejoong, have another. I don’t have work tomorrow so don’t worry on my account. Tip her back nice and easy; that a boy! Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are hypnotic? I could drown in them, become intoxicated without this weak wine.” Yunho blathered on and on, the effects of the ‘weak’ gin already wearing on his system.
Jaejoong chuckled at this, but kept drinking to humor the other who seemed so cute under the influence, the uptight lawyer persona long gone. Soon he was just as gone, just as lacking in the mental faculties of logic and self-censorship. So gone was he that he started thinking about the lips in front of him, the too-bright eyes, the mussed hair, the man.
Jung Yunho hiccupped through his tenth drink of the night, sputtering out mindless babble, and the elder decided – with the logic of any drunk – that now was the perfect time to kiss him silent. Their lips met – electric. After paying the bill, they stumbled into the night together.
---~~~---
The Prohibition, the Twenties, that era allowed for one-night stands and mistakes in a way that hasn’t been captured again – at least, not until the love-freely Sixties. Morning came, the two went their separate ways, remained friends, continued to have business with one another – after all, one does not, in his right mind, turn down the best just because business might be awkward – and surprisingly remained friends as well. However, never again did they go drinking together, afraid that they truly fit together like the tumblers in a lock – a state that even Hollywood couldn’t condone.
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Date: 2008-05-19 09:30 am (UTC)anyways i wanted to tell you that i've been stalking your fanfics for some time and now made a dicision please marry me and be my writing wife =3
sorry my head is really kinda DEAD and it's not even 12 pm ;-; me saaad
but i love your porn anyways <3 and now i'm gping to drown myself because i'm so ashamed of my baaad english
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Date: 2008-05-19 06:05 pm (UTC)i'm glad you like my fiction ^^