Sylum Snippet: Madmartigan

 

To go with the Sylum Inspiration’s this month – I’m adding a Sylum Snippet for each character.

Oh and the inspiration comes from many conversations with Sparrow about the Food Network.

Harry walked through the living room, towards the kitchen to get something to drink.   They had been working on a case for the past week, and last night he had staked out the suspects house waiting for well anything.  The only interesting thing he had seen, was the mistress who left at six o’clock in the morning to head for her yoga class.   Nothing in relation to embezzlement.

He had slept most of the morning, and was looking for water and maybe a light snack, before crashing back into the bed.   It was disappointing waking up alone, but his Mate had already been up, when he crashed.   A yawn escaped, as he stretched and scratched his stomach, glancing into the living room to see Madmartigan watching some competition show.   This wasn’t normal.   Mads didn’t watch ‘reality’ shows.  He watched documentaries.  Classics.  And every once in a while a good rom-com.

Diverting from his bed to snuggle with his Mate, Harry flopped onto the couch after depositing his drink on the coffee table.  “What are you watching?”

Madmartigan leaned forward grabbed a coaster and put the drink on it.  “It’s some cooking competition show.   There’s brackets and cook offs.”

“Wait chef’s compete? How does that work?”  He asked trying to figure what’s going on.   At the moment there were two chefs standing next to an MC of some sort who were awaiting the results.

“They get random ingredients, style of food, and a wild card then cook up a meal in a certain set a time.   Some high end judges do a blind tasting, best score wins.  Each chef moves through the brackets until one is the winner.”   He explained reaching for his popcorn.  “It’s been interesting.   This is the sixth season, they just started season ten. I’ve binged the whole series for the past few weeks.   I’m really rooting for Chef Richard Fullerton.”

“Why?”  Harry asked.

“The man can cook.  I’ve been to one of his restaurants in London, one of the best damn meal I’ve had.”   He handed over the popcorn bowl.  “He has his own show now. where he and his team save some poor idiot who can’t run a restaurant.  That’s next on my list.”

“Why are we watching this?”  He asked again.

Madmartigan gave him a look.  “It’s interesting.  Plus he’s a Vampire.”

“The Chef?”  Harry glanced at the screen and saw them introducing this Richard Fullerton.   He was huge, walked like he was ready to beat the shit out of someone, and he his gaze was fucking intense.   “Wouldn’t want to fuck with him in or out of the kitchen.”

“Runs with the Rooks.”  Mads shrugged as if this was normal knowledge.

“The who?”

“Ah will have to introduce you one day.”  He shifted until leaning against his Mate.  “Let’s finish up this season, then cook dinner before heading out tonight.”

“Will you ware the frilly apron.”

Mads gave him a filthy grin.  “And nothing else.”