Lemonade
Title: Lemonade
WC: 384
Characters: Toby and Josh (pairing is ambiguous at best), some vague Huck and Molly.
Rating: PG
Summary: He liked the weekends because sometimes he could tiptoe down to New York and no-one would notice.
Notes: The prompt was weekends. Like it says, the pairing (if there is one) is ambiguous at best. It's all in how you want to read it.
He liked the weekends because sometimes he could tiptoe down to New York and no-one would notice. He like the weekends because New York was too full of tourists for anyone to care what he was doing there.
Sometimes he saw Toby, sometimes he didn't. Sometimes he just went to New York to go to New York. When he went to see Toby, Toby always made a face at the secret service agents who showed up to sweep his apartment.
"I'm Chief of Staff!" Josh would protest and Toby would glare, silently putting up with what Josh thought he thought of as indignation. Toby didn't like them outside his door, but there wasn't much that could be done. Josh tried to come when Congress was out of session, when Andy was more likely to have the twins. Sometimes he got it wrong. Sometimes he came to New York when Congress was in session and Toby offered him milk and crappy homemade cookies.
Toby never told him to go, never told him it was a bad time, even when it was. Molly called him just 'Lyman' and made him lemonade while he was there. He took the bitter drink graciously and always begged Toby to teach them to make things properly. Toby never did. Josh thought he might have enjoyed it, watching Josh uncomfortably drink unsugared lemonade and eat overfloured cookies.
They didn't talk politics, not unless Toby found something really wrong to scream about. When he did, Molly would cower in her bedroom and Huck would stand guard at the door. Toby would always apologise to them later, with Josh standing in the background, looking sheepish. Most of the time they laughed. It was always his fault. They talked politics once in a blue moon, otherwise Toby would wax poetic about his children, who would sit shyly on either side of Josh.
He liked the weekends, the tiny visits to Toby in Brooklyn. He disliked the feel of DC on the weekends he could not go, the tourists felt all wrong, the pace was slower, the tone more solemn. He disliked the weekends he could not slip away unnoticed to New York, when he was forced to start his countdown to Friday that Saturday, and he ate food that hadn't been cooked by children.
WC: 384
Characters: Toby and Josh (pairing is ambiguous at best), some vague Huck and Molly.
Rating: PG
Summary: He liked the weekends because sometimes he could tiptoe down to New York and no-one would notice.
Notes: The prompt was weekends. Like it says, the pairing (if there is one) is ambiguous at best. It's all in how you want to read it.
He liked the weekends because sometimes he could tiptoe down to New York and no-one would notice. He like the weekends because New York was too full of tourists for anyone to care what he was doing there.
Sometimes he saw Toby, sometimes he didn't. Sometimes he just went to New York to go to New York. When he went to see Toby, Toby always made a face at the secret service agents who showed up to sweep his apartment.
"I'm Chief of Staff!" Josh would protest and Toby would glare, silently putting up with what Josh thought he thought of as indignation. Toby didn't like them outside his door, but there wasn't much that could be done. Josh tried to come when Congress was out of session, when Andy was more likely to have the twins. Sometimes he got it wrong. Sometimes he came to New York when Congress was in session and Toby offered him milk and crappy homemade cookies.
Toby never told him to go, never told him it was a bad time, even when it was. Molly called him just 'Lyman' and made him lemonade while he was there. He took the bitter drink graciously and always begged Toby to teach them to make things properly. Toby never did. Josh thought he might have enjoyed it, watching Josh uncomfortably drink unsugared lemonade and eat overfloured cookies.
They didn't talk politics, not unless Toby found something really wrong to scream about. When he did, Molly would cower in her bedroom and Huck would stand guard at the door. Toby would always apologise to them later, with Josh standing in the background, looking sheepish. Most of the time they laughed. It was always his fault. They talked politics once in a blue moon, otherwise Toby would wax poetic about his children, who would sit shyly on either side of Josh.
He liked the weekends, the tiny visits to Toby in Brooklyn. He disliked the feel of DC on the weekends he could not go, the tourists felt all wrong, the pace was slower, the tone more solemn. He disliked the weekends he could not slip away unnoticed to New York, when he was forced to start his countdown to Friday that Saturday, and he ate food that hadn't been cooked by children.