pd_facathon- Doesn't Matter, Angel Face
Title: Doesn't Matter, Angel Face
Author: Liv
Fandom: CSI:NY
Character(s): Jennifer Angell, Kaile Maka, mentions of Danny Messer
Rating: T
Warning/Disclaimer: It's not slashy until the end. I dont' own CSI:NY.
pd_ficathon Fic For: myherodrowning
They looked as though they needed a few beers, maybe a few shots, and a lot of sleep if they was going to be functioning in the morning. Jennifer looked around, making sure nobody else knew her before heading over to the Asian woman sitting alone.
She looked up at Jennifer as the woman walked over to her, a completely annoyed expression on her face as she recognized her.
"Hey, Maka," said Jennifer quietly. Kaile nodded at her in acknowledgment and leaned back in her chair, spinning an empty beer bottle on her table. She stared up at Jennifer and waited for her to say something.
"Can I help you, Angell?" asked Kaile bitterly, tipping back on the legs of the chair, never once taking her eyes off of Jennifer.
"I just thought you might want some company," said Jennifer softly. Kaile slammed her chair back onto the ground loudly, making Jennifer and a few other less than wasted people jump at the noise. Kaile didn't bother acknowledging the noise, just stared up at Jennifer like she just ask for a kidney.
"Not from you," said Kaile, her words slightly thick as the amount of alcohol she had consumed began to get to her. "You stole my job."
"I didn't steal it," said Jennifer, frowning angrily down at Kaile. She either didn't care about what she said or hadn't heard her because Kaile scoffed and shook her head at her, her eyes smoldering irately.
"And you stole my guy."
"Who?" asked Jennifer, slightly taken aback. She looked around the bar for a second, trying to think who the hell Kaile would be talking about until it hit her. "Danny?"
"Danny," muttered Kaile shaking her head and finally looking away from Jennifer. Jennifer relaxed slightly now that she wasn't being stared down, but continued standing stock still, watching Kaile glare at a second beer on the table. "Danny, Danny, Danny."
"I'm not dating Messer," said Jennifer softly, looking at Kaile confoundedly.
"Doesn't matter, angel face," said Kaile bitterly. "You and Monroe have it in for him."
"I think you've had enough to drink," said Jennifer with the same amount of spite in her voice. "You aren't making any sense-"
"Don't think you know what's best for me," said Kaile darkly, bringing her beer to her lips slowly, keeping her eyes on Jennifer. "You don't have anything on me."
"You really should-"
"Calm down? You put in a complaint about me. About field work and how I wasn't ready."
"You weren't-"
"I am," hissed Kaile. She turned away from Jennifer and sighed, leaning back in her chair again and staring at her beer, twirling it so it glittered in the bar light. "If you're gonna insist on staying, take a fucking seat and stop hovering. You're making the rookies nervous."
Jennifer sighed and sat down across from Kaile, not looking her in the eye.
"You don't have to be scared of me, Angell. I'm not gonna tear out your throat."
"Promise?" muttered Jennifer. Kaile tossed a peanut at her from the bowl in the middle of the table, hitting Jennifer in the clavicle. "You know you have nerve telling me I stole your job. I didn't steal anything."
"You keep saying that, but it doesn't stop being true."
"I didn't take your fucking job, Maka," said Jennifer slightly hysterical. "What the hell can I do to make you see that?"
Kaile frowned for a second, contemplating Jennifer's words and swallowing the remainder of her beer.
"Nothing," she said. Jennifer stared at her as Kaile stood up and headed toward the bar, ordering another drink. Jennifer hoped she'd pick something stronger and was surprised when Kaile returned with four shots, placing two in front of Jennifer and sitting back in her chair.
"What's this?" asked Jennifer.
"Water," said Kaile seriously. "Water that tastes like tequila and makes everything all better. Now drink."
"I don't-"
"Drink!" said Kaile again, picking up a shot glass and forcing it into Jennifer's hand. She picked up her own shot and clinked it against Jennifer's in a silent toast and tossed the contents down her throat.
"We're going to end up in bed together," said Jennifer with a sigh, following Kaile's example and swallowing her tequila. She flinched at the taste and shook her head to clear it before continuing. "With very nasty hangovers."
Author: Liv
Fandom: CSI:NY
Character(s): Jennifer Angell, Kaile Maka, mentions of Danny Messer
Rating: T
Warning/Disclaimer: It's not slashy until the end. I dont' own CSI:NY.
pd_ficathon Fic For: myherodrowning
They looked as though they needed a few beers, maybe a few shots, and a lot of sleep if they was going to be functioning in the morning. Jennifer looked around, making sure nobody else knew her before heading over to the Asian woman sitting alone.
She looked up at Jennifer as the woman walked over to her, a completely annoyed expression on her face as she recognized her.
"Hey, Maka," said Jennifer quietly. Kaile nodded at her in acknowledgment and leaned back in her chair, spinning an empty beer bottle on her table. She stared up at Jennifer and waited for her to say something.
"Can I help you, Angell?" asked Kaile bitterly, tipping back on the legs of the chair, never once taking her eyes off of Jennifer.
"I just thought you might want some company," said Jennifer softly. Kaile slammed her chair back onto the ground loudly, making Jennifer and a few other less than wasted people jump at the noise. Kaile didn't bother acknowledging the noise, just stared up at Jennifer like she just ask for a kidney.
"Not from you," said Kaile, her words slightly thick as the amount of alcohol she had consumed began to get to her. "You stole my job."
"I didn't steal it," said Jennifer, frowning angrily down at Kaile. She either didn't care about what she said or hadn't heard her because Kaile scoffed and shook her head at her, her eyes smoldering irately.
"And you stole my guy."
"Who?" asked Jennifer, slightly taken aback. She looked around the bar for a second, trying to think who the hell Kaile would be talking about until it hit her. "Danny?"
"Danny," muttered Kaile shaking her head and finally looking away from Jennifer. Jennifer relaxed slightly now that she wasn't being stared down, but continued standing stock still, watching Kaile glare at a second beer on the table. "Danny, Danny, Danny."
"I'm not dating Messer," said Jennifer softly, looking at Kaile confoundedly.
"Doesn't matter, angel face," said Kaile bitterly. "You and Monroe have it in for him."
"I think you've had enough to drink," said Jennifer with the same amount of spite in her voice. "You aren't making any sense-"
"Don't think you know what's best for me," said Kaile darkly, bringing her beer to her lips slowly, keeping her eyes on Jennifer. "You don't have anything on me."
"You really should-"
"Calm down? You put in a complaint about me. About field work and how I wasn't ready."
"You weren't-"
"I am," hissed Kaile. She turned away from Jennifer and sighed, leaning back in her chair again and staring at her beer, twirling it so it glittered in the bar light. "If you're gonna insist on staying, take a fucking seat and stop hovering. You're making the rookies nervous."
Jennifer sighed and sat down across from Kaile, not looking her in the eye.
"You don't have to be scared of me, Angell. I'm not gonna tear out your throat."
"Promise?" muttered Jennifer. Kaile tossed a peanut at her from the bowl in the middle of the table, hitting Jennifer in the clavicle. "You know you have nerve telling me I stole your job. I didn't steal anything."
"You keep saying that, but it doesn't stop being true."
"I didn't take your fucking job, Maka," said Jennifer slightly hysterical. "What the hell can I do to make you see that?"
Kaile frowned for a second, contemplating Jennifer's words and swallowing the remainder of her beer.
"Nothing," she said. Jennifer stared at her as Kaile stood up and headed toward the bar, ordering another drink. Jennifer hoped she'd pick something stronger and was surprised when Kaile returned with four shots, placing two in front of Jennifer and sitting back in her chair.
"What's this?" asked Jennifer.
"Water," said Kaile seriously. "Water that tastes like tequila and makes everything all better. Now drink."
"I don't-"
"Drink!" said Kaile again, picking up a shot glass and forcing it into Jennifer's hand. She picked up her own shot and clinked it against Jennifer's in a silent toast and tossed the contents down her throat.
"We're going to end up in bed together," said Jennifer with a sigh, following Kaile's example and swallowing her tequila. She flinched at the taste and shook her head to clear it before continuing. "With very nasty hangovers."