A/N My friend asked me to write a fanfic about her and Wayne from Whose Line so here it is! Sorry that it's so bad lol. This is my first one. I'm also taking requests.
There was a classical beauty to her, as if she had stepped off of a canvas before making her way to the bar in which she now stood. And yet, as she walked, uncertainly, to the back of the room, the eyes that watched her could not help but notice that there was something refreshingly real about her. Something real in the pair of glasses that had slid, unnoticed, to the tip of her nose. Something real in the small hole in the back of her tights.
She slid onto a stool in front of the scarred mahogany bar, the dark, polished wood the same color as her skin, her hair, her exquisite eyes. She ran her fingers absently along the wood, playing imaginary piano keys, notes too beautiful for human ears to hear. She did not notice the man who sat beside her, though for all he tried, he could not help but notice her. He was on the verge of addressing her when the bartender interrupted, taking her order and disappearing. The man waited for the woman to be served before he tried again.
"I'm Wayne."
The woman's eyes flickered over to him. She could have ignored a face that attempted to be too debonair, too charming; she could only respond in kind to the friendly grin on the man's face.
"Courtney," she said, extending a graceful hand, her voice a compelling whisper. He leaned forward unconsciously to hear her better; he needn't have bothered, the name was already written on his heart.
"You're a musician?" He asked, nodding at her fingers, which had returned to their silent performance.
"How did you...?" Her eyes followed his and she laughed. It was the sound of sunlight breaking through gray clouds. "I play the piano."
"And there I was thinking tuba." His laugh was the last roll of thunder after a storm has subsided.
"What do you do?"
"I'm a comedian. Or, I'm trying to be. I do stand-up around town, but my hope is to make it big one day." He took a drink from his glass, and Courtney took a drink from hers. It felt like the conversation had drifted off irretrievably, but then Wayne turned to Courtney suddenly and said, "What do you think of Liszt?"
They talked for hours. Topics about which Courtney had never before felt an opinion were made the subjects of long discussions, the debaters' opinions often in consonance but never enough to let the discussion end too soon. They were laughing when the bartender announced last call.
"I'll walk you out," said Wayne, paying for their drinks and then waiting for her to get off of her stool before leaving with her. They stood in the drizzling rain for a few moments, and when Courtney felt the full intensity of his eyes she turned away shyly, twirling a strand of hair absently between two fingers. She was surprised when a strong hand pushed the lock of hair behind her ear, and when she looked up she saw that Wayne was equally surprised.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, burying his hands in his pockets. "I was just thinking how beautiful your eyes are, and what a shame it is that you hide them behind your glasses, your hair..."
Courtney smiled silently, her dark eyes unleashing their full intensity on him in return.
"I just want you to know that I had a lovely night." He looked toward the street, where there were too few taxis.
"I did too." Courtney had not noticed that his hand had found hers. She tightened her grip when she did.
"When can I see you again?" Wayne asked.
Courtney reached into her pockets and removed a wrinkled business card. "Give me a call." She watched him stare at it intensely, memorizing the number, before tucking it into his pocket. "I guess this is good night, then." A taxi had pulled up.
"Good night, Courtney."
She turned to go, but was stopped by his hold on her hand. She turned back to face him, a curious smile on her face, and then before she knew it his lips were on hers, giving her a soft kiss that could have been another raindrop on her face, before he released her.
"Good night, Courtney," he repeated. She gave his hand a squeeze and then hurried to the waiting taxi. She watched his figure grow smaller until she could see him no longer, but her smile and the feel of the kiss remained long after he was gone completely from view.
