reaching a hundred dollars within the first few minutes. The auction quieted somewhat as the poorer contestants dropped out, leaving only the serious bidders.
“One-fifty!” offered a sturdily-built woman with red hair.
“One fifty-five,” countered a woman dressed as a black and white tiger.
“One sixty-five!” the redhead returned.
“One-eighty!” the catwoman called out, glaring daggers at her opponent.
Excited by the growing tension in the room, Quatre leapt to his feet. “Two hundred!” he yelled.18 Spontaneous applause burst out from the crowd. Wufei stared in shock as the gentle, reserved little Quatre joined the bidding war.
The redhead dropped back into her seat, defeated, but after a moment, the cat-woman rallied. “Two hundred ten!” she responded.
“Two hundred twenty!”
“Two twenty five!”
“Two thirty!”
“What are you doing?” Wufei hissed at him, from a nearby seat.
“But, Wufei!” Quatre pouted, keeping his eyes on the young man onstage. “He’s gorgeous!”
“Two hundred and fifty dollars,” the cat-woman said firmly, not a hint of give in her voice. Mutters and sighs of awe stirred among the audience. Nightshade jumped back into the fray.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have an unmatched bid! Two hundred and fifty dollars for the adorable Shiki! Oh, she’s a determined one, all right! Do I have a higher offer?”
Quatre licked his lips unsurely, but he looked tempted. Firmly, Wufei reached out a hand and yanked the young businessman back into his seat.
“Going once... going twice... Sold! For two hundred and fifty dollars. We have a winner!”
“Yes, but I could have had him,” Quatre muttered sulkily.
“Well, don’t look so glum,” Duo advised him, as he was led past by his group of
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)“One-fifty!” offered a sturdily-built woman with red hair.
“One fifty-five,” countered a woman dressed as a black and white tiger.
“One sixty-five!” the redhead returned.
“One-eighty!” the catwoman called out, glaring daggers at her opponent.
Excited by the growing tension in the room, Quatre leapt to his feet. “Two hundred!” he yelled.18 Spontaneous applause burst out from the crowd. Wufei stared in shock as the gentle, reserved little Quatre joined the bidding war.
The redhead dropped back into her seat, defeated, but after a moment, the cat-woman rallied. “Two hundred ten!” she responded.
“Two hundred twenty!”
“Two twenty five!”
“Two thirty!”
“What are you doing?” Wufei hissed at him, from a nearby seat.
“But, Wufei!” Quatre pouted, keeping his eyes on the young man onstage. “He’s gorgeous!”
“Two hundred and fifty dollars,” the cat-woman said firmly, not a hint of give in her voice. Mutters and sighs of awe stirred among the audience. Nightshade jumped back into the fray.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have an unmatched bid! Two hundred and fifty dollars for the adorable Shiki! Oh, she’s a determined one, all right! Do I have a higher offer?”
Quatre licked his lips unsurely, but he looked tempted. Firmly, Wufei reached out a hand and yanked the young businessman back into his seat.
“Going once... going twice... Sold! For two hundred and fifty dollars. We have a winner!”
“Yes, but I could have had him,” Quatre muttered sulkily.
“Well, don’t look so glum,” Duo advised him, as he was led past by his group of