Fic: Three Plus Three.
Title: Three Plus Three.
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy.
Pairing/Character: Alex, Joe; implied Alex/Izzie.
Spoilers/Warnings: 3x08.
Disclaimer: Not mine. ;/
Word Count: 1616.
Rating: PG.
Prompt: Dice #003 & #004.
Written For: pretty_stickers.
Summary: Alex held his future with Izzie in the number of black dots rolled from two Monopoly dice.
Notes: This happens at the end of Alex and Izzie's bar-scene. Feedback is love. ;)
MEGA-HUGE-EXPLODING thanks to fading_spark for looking this over and convincing me this is in-character. *smooshes and loffs* (Even though I still think it's OOC. :p)
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Joe threw the rag over his shoulder, "So, you and Izzie -"
"No," Alex grumbled, throwing the white dice on the stained wood. He cursed under his breath and threw the dice again, displeased with the result.
Joe cocked his eyebrow, watching as Alex threw the dice again and scooped them up quickly with his hands, shaking them again and prepared to toss them onto the wood, "So you two aren't -"
"No," Alex snapped, throwing the dice back onto the counter.
Joe crossed his arms over his chest, watching as the dice flew against the counter top again and were quickly scooped up before he could count the dots, "You gonna let me finish my sentence?"
Alex threw the dice two more times before answering, "I know what you're gonna ask."
"Are you McDreamy all of a sudden?"
Alex lifted his head, a look of disgust on his face, "Dude . . ."
"It's just, you've been acting like you're reading my mind," Joe said as he slid another glass towards Alex.
Alex's hand dropped the dice and captured the cold, dripping glass, and raised it to his lips. When half of the liquor had disappeared, Alex's eyebrows furrowed together as he studied Joe's face, "Shepherd can't read minds."
"Well he was married," Joe shrugged, cleaning a shot glass with a white cloth, "Married people finish each other's sentences." Alex sighed and rolled the dice again. He grunted, grabbing the dice more roughly and throwing them almost at Joe. "Want another drink?"
He rolled the dice again, his body hunched over as he almost squinted at the two cubes to form the number he wanted, "Yeah." He scooped up the dice and threw them again. "Make it two."
Joe watched Alex from the tap; scooping, throwing and grunting. He pushed the shot glass in front of Alex, almost copping dice to the belly, "In the mood for Monopoly, Karev?"
Alex sighed, and rolled the dice. "Nope."
"Then why the dice?"
Alex shrugged, throwing the white dice again, "Advice."
Joe cocked his eyebrow, and took a small step back from the man before him. He muttered to himself, "Maybe we should cut down on the drinks . . ."
Alex looked up, his hands still shook the two dice, "I'm not even drunk yet. I'm just rolling the dice until I get a six, and then I'll go after her." He threw the dice, and sighed again.
"After Izzie?"
"Yes dude." Alex rolled the dice and scooped them back up again, "After Izzie."
Joe cocked his eyebrow, playing with the rag hanging on his shoulder, "Why don't you just go after her now?"
"I gotta get a six, man," Alex stated, frustrated as he grabbed the dice roughly from the counter.
"How can you get a six when there's two dice?" Joe grabbed Alex's empty drink and refilled it.
Alex watched Joe with his glass, taking the slippery shot and downed it before handing it back to the barkeep, "They both have to have three." He threw the dice, "Three plus three equals six."
"Then you'll go after Izzie?" Joe slid the shot glass back onto the counter.
"Then I'll go after Izzie," Alex grabbed his glass, poured the liquor into his mouth, and flicked the dice across the dark brown counter.
Joe refilled the drink, and asked over his shoulder, "Why didn't you make her stay?"
"She's Izzie, man," Alex ran a hand over his newly cut hair, "She needs time."
"Why are you rolling Monopoly dice then?" Joe glanced at the small, white cubes with black dots.
Alex eyed the dice in his hand, "I'm giving her time." He threw them against the wood.
"You're giving her time by rolling dice?"
Alex snapped, frustrated, "Yes, dude. By the time I get a three and a three, then time will be on my side."
"Okay . . ."
There's silence between them until Alex grunted after throwing the dice, "I kissed her in the stairwell. Bad timing. Seriously bad timing."
"Then why would tonight be any better?"
"It just will be," the intern grabbed the shot, spilling some of it over the edge, and downed it.
Joe's hands were fiddling with the cloth, "You believe in horoscopes?"
Alex threw the dice, and grunted, "No."
Joe cursed under his breath. "Oh. Can't help you then."
"You can help me by getting me another drink," Alex rattled the dice and Joe planted a shot glass filled to the brim in front of him, "Thanks Joe."
"Good luck with your dicing, Karev . . ." Joe brought him another shot, "Any luck?"
"I'm still here," Alex grunted as the dice danced on the bar.
"What happens if time isn't on your side when you roll two threes?"
Alex roughly took the shot, tipping his head back, causing the alcohol to disappear in one held breath. He roughly planted the shot glass back onto the bar, "Then I'm screwed."
Joe smirked, taking the shot and replacing it with another, "Your logic is definitely screwed."
"Tell me something I don't know," Alex grinned, grunting as the dice hit the bar again. He shook the dice rougher in his hand before letting them cause destruction and dents on the bar, "I stole the dice from some sick kid."
Joe clucked his tongue, "That's an awful thing to do, Scrooge."
Alex ran his hand through his short hair while tossing the dice with the other, "Yeah. I know; but that's why people created Santa, right? Some dude in red gets stuck down your chimney and gives you half of the junk you want. The stuff you want most is always given to you at the wrong time."
"Like kissing in a stairwell?"
Alex sighed, and his voice sounded lost in the dusty air, "Exactly."
Joe nodded, his voice had a tone of understanding, "So Santa gave you an opportunity to kiss someone you want most, and it was the wrong time."
"I swear Denny is screwing with me," Alex muttered, the dice banged on the bar.
Joe cocked his eyebrow, pausing as he wiped a glass, "Denny is Scrooge?"
"My Scrooge."
Joe nodded, and continued wiping the glass clean, "And who is Santa?"
Alex looked up and eyed the drink in front of him, "You are." He downed the shot, slamming it onto the wooden top, "For tonight."
Joe smirked, refilling the glass and looked at his flannel shirt, "Red's not my colour."
"You'll live."
"Unlike that sick kid," Joe chuckled.
Alex chuckled, "There's always Christmas and birthdays, dude."
"Remind me to never have any cards out on the bar."
"Noted." Alex grunted, throwing the dice and placing his elbows on the bar. "God; these are cursed," his voice was muffled by his hands. He shook his head, and forced himself to breathe in and out.
Joe looked at the dice; two sixes. "Maybe you're the one who's cursed."
Alex rubbed his forehead, his eyes focussed on his shoes, "Nice dude; that's just nice."
"Let's think about it. You kiss Izzie, and she rejects you. You had her before, and she rejects you. See the pattern?" He takes this as a quick opportunity to wipe down the space in front of Alex with his white cloth.
Alex massaged the side of his narrowed eyes, "When did you become Yang?"
Alex rolled the dice and Joe smacked the cloth back over his shoulder. Joe's hands came up to his forehead, "You're making me dizzy."
"Then go away."
"I own this bar," Joe stood, hands on his wide hips.
"I own these dice."
Joe smirked, "You stole them."
"But I have them," Alex shook the dice in front of Joe's face with an open hand before closing his fingers around them, his blunt nails felt sharp against his skin, and tossed them onto the wood.
"Unlike Izzie," Joe noted with a sigh.
Alex glared at Joe, grabbing the dice and shaking them quickly in his hand, "You're screwing up the dice, dude."
Joe tapped Alex's shot glass, "Drink your drink and pay your tab."
"I'm gonna die here," Alex said determinedly as he rolled the two cubes.
Joe shrugged, a smile playing at the corners of his lips, "I can poison you if you'd like."
"If I'm still here in five minutes, please do."
The bartender tapped his finger to his chin, and playfully said, "I don't know how Izzie would like that idea, though."
Alex rolled his chocolate eyes, tossing the dice and glared at Joe, "Stop bringing her up, dude."
"Then go to her," Joe placed another drink in front of Alex. The intern rolled the dice, and before he could scoop them up again, Joe pointed to them, "Oh, look, your fourth five. Just make it five and go."
Alex shook his head, "Six. Six, dude. Gotta get a six."
Joe shook his head, filling up another shot and placed it in front of the intern, "It's on the house."
Alex eyed the drink. The corners of his lips tugged up as he looked at the bartender, "Thanks."
Alex downed the drink, and continued to roll the dice. Joe watched as he wiped more washed glasses; shake, roll, scoop. It became a pattern that caused his head to spin. He turned his back when he heard a stool scrape against the ground.
He looked at a standing Alex, "Giving back the dice, Karev?"
Alex grinned, shrugging his brown coat on. "No, Joe." Joe grinned, and watched as Alex Karev shoved the Monopoly dice in the shot glass, causing the alcohol to tip over the sides, and watched him swing the door open and leave into the pitch blackness of Seattle night.
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Fandom: Grey's Anatomy.
Pairing/Character: Alex, Joe; implied Alex/Izzie.
Spoilers/Warnings: 3x08.
Disclaimer: Not mine. ;/
Word Count: 1616.
Rating: PG.
Prompt: Dice #003 & #004.
Written For: pretty_stickers.
Summary: Alex held his future with Izzie in the number of black dots rolled from two Monopoly dice.
Notes: This happens at the end of Alex and Izzie's bar-scene. Feedback is love. ;)
MEGA-HUGE-EXPLODING thanks to fading_spark for looking this over and convincing me this is in-character. *smooshes and loffs* (Even though I still think it's OOC. :p)
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Joe threw the rag over his shoulder, "So, you and Izzie -"
"No," Alex grumbled, throwing the white dice on the stained wood. He cursed under his breath and threw the dice again, displeased with the result.
Joe cocked his eyebrow, watching as Alex threw the dice again and scooped them up quickly with his hands, shaking them again and prepared to toss them onto the wood, "So you two aren't -"
"No," Alex snapped, throwing the dice back onto the counter.
Joe crossed his arms over his chest, watching as the dice flew against the counter top again and were quickly scooped up before he could count the dots, "You gonna let me finish my sentence?"
Alex threw the dice two more times before answering, "I know what you're gonna ask."
"Are you McDreamy all of a sudden?"
Alex lifted his head, a look of disgust on his face, "Dude . . ."
"It's just, you've been acting like you're reading my mind," Joe said as he slid another glass towards Alex.
Alex's hand dropped the dice and captured the cold, dripping glass, and raised it to his lips. When half of the liquor had disappeared, Alex's eyebrows furrowed together as he studied Joe's face, "Shepherd can't read minds."
"Well he was married," Joe shrugged, cleaning a shot glass with a white cloth, "Married people finish each other's sentences." Alex sighed and rolled the dice again. He grunted, grabbing the dice more roughly and throwing them almost at Joe. "Want another drink?"
He rolled the dice again, his body hunched over as he almost squinted at the two cubes to form the number he wanted, "Yeah." He scooped up the dice and threw them again. "Make it two."
Joe watched Alex from the tap; scooping, throwing and grunting. He pushed the shot glass in front of Alex, almost copping dice to the belly, "In the mood for Monopoly, Karev?"
Alex sighed, and rolled the dice. "Nope."
"Then why the dice?"
Alex shrugged, throwing the white dice again, "Advice."
Joe cocked his eyebrow, and took a small step back from the man before him. He muttered to himself, "Maybe we should cut down on the drinks . . ."
Alex looked up, his hands still shook the two dice, "I'm not even drunk yet. I'm just rolling the dice until I get a six, and then I'll go after her." He threw the dice, and sighed again.
"After Izzie?"
"Yes dude." Alex rolled the dice and scooped them back up again, "After Izzie."
Joe cocked his eyebrow, playing with the rag hanging on his shoulder, "Why don't you just go after her now?"
"I gotta get a six, man," Alex stated, frustrated as he grabbed the dice roughly from the counter.
"How can you get a six when there's two dice?" Joe grabbed Alex's empty drink and refilled it.
Alex watched Joe with his glass, taking the slippery shot and downed it before handing it back to the barkeep, "They both have to have three." He threw the dice, "Three plus three equals six."
"Then you'll go after Izzie?" Joe slid the shot glass back onto the counter.
"Then I'll go after Izzie," Alex grabbed his glass, poured the liquor into his mouth, and flicked the dice across the dark brown counter.
Joe refilled the drink, and asked over his shoulder, "Why didn't you make her stay?"
"She's Izzie, man," Alex ran a hand over his newly cut hair, "She needs time."
"Why are you rolling Monopoly dice then?" Joe glanced at the small, white cubes with black dots.
Alex eyed the dice in his hand, "I'm giving her time." He threw them against the wood.
"You're giving her time by rolling dice?"
Alex snapped, frustrated, "Yes, dude. By the time I get a three and a three, then time will be on my side."
"Okay . . ."
There's silence between them until Alex grunted after throwing the dice, "I kissed her in the stairwell. Bad timing. Seriously bad timing."
"Then why would tonight be any better?"
"It just will be," the intern grabbed the shot, spilling some of it over the edge, and downed it.
Joe's hands were fiddling with the cloth, "You believe in horoscopes?"
Alex threw the dice, and grunted, "No."
Joe cursed under his breath. "Oh. Can't help you then."
"You can help me by getting me another drink," Alex rattled the dice and Joe planted a shot glass filled to the brim in front of him, "Thanks Joe."
"Good luck with your dicing, Karev . . ." Joe brought him another shot, "Any luck?"
"I'm still here," Alex grunted as the dice danced on the bar.
"What happens if time isn't on your side when you roll two threes?"
Alex roughly took the shot, tipping his head back, causing the alcohol to disappear in one held breath. He roughly planted the shot glass back onto the bar, "Then I'm screwed."
Joe smirked, taking the shot and replacing it with another, "Your logic is definitely screwed."
"Tell me something I don't know," Alex grinned, grunting as the dice hit the bar again. He shook the dice rougher in his hand before letting them cause destruction and dents on the bar, "I stole the dice from some sick kid."
Joe clucked his tongue, "That's an awful thing to do, Scrooge."
Alex ran his hand through his short hair while tossing the dice with the other, "Yeah. I know; but that's why people created Santa, right? Some dude in red gets stuck down your chimney and gives you half of the junk you want. The stuff you want most is always given to you at the wrong time."
"Like kissing in a stairwell?"
Alex sighed, and his voice sounded lost in the dusty air, "Exactly."
Joe nodded, his voice had a tone of understanding, "So Santa gave you an opportunity to kiss someone you want most, and it was the wrong time."
"I swear Denny is screwing with me," Alex muttered, the dice banged on the bar.
Joe cocked his eyebrow, pausing as he wiped a glass, "Denny is Scrooge?"
"My Scrooge."
Joe nodded, and continued wiping the glass clean, "And who is Santa?"
Alex looked up and eyed the drink in front of him, "You are." He downed the shot, slamming it onto the wooden top, "For tonight."
Joe smirked, refilling the glass and looked at his flannel shirt, "Red's not my colour."
"You'll live."
"Unlike that sick kid," Joe chuckled.
Alex chuckled, "There's always Christmas and birthdays, dude."
"Remind me to never have any cards out on the bar."
"Noted." Alex grunted, throwing the dice and placing his elbows on the bar. "God; these are cursed," his voice was muffled by his hands. He shook his head, and forced himself to breathe in and out.
Joe looked at the dice; two sixes. "Maybe you're the one who's cursed."
Alex rubbed his forehead, his eyes focussed on his shoes, "Nice dude; that's just nice."
"Let's think about it. You kiss Izzie, and she rejects you. You had her before, and she rejects you. See the pattern?" He takes this as a quick opportunity to wipe down the space in front of Alex with his white cloth.
Alex massaged the side of his narrowed eyes, "When did you become Yang?"
Alex rolled the dice and Joe smacked the cloth back over his shoulder. Joe's hands came up to his forehead, "You're making me dizzy."
"Then go away."
"I own this bar," Joe stood, hands on his wide hips.
"I own these dice."
Joe smirked, "You stole them."
"But I have them," Alex shook the dice in front of Joe's face with an open hand before closing his fingers around them, his blunt nails felt sharp against his skin, and tossed them onto the wood.
"Unlike Izzie," Joe noted with a sigh.
Alex glared at Joe, grabbing the dice and shaking them quickly in his hand, "You're screwing up the dice, dude."
Joe tapped Alex's shot glass, "Drink your drink and pay your tab."
"I'm gonna die here," Alex said determinedly as he rolled the two cubes.
Joe shrugged, a smile playing at the corners of his lips, "I can poison you if you'd like."
"If I'm still here in five minutes, please do."
The bartender tapped his finger to his chin, and playfully said, "I don't know how Izzie would like that idea, though."
Alex rolled his chocolate eyes, tossing the dice and glared at Joe, "Stop bringing her up, dude."
"Then go to her," Joe placed another drink in front of Alex. The intern rolled the dice, and before he could scoop them up again, Joe pointed to them, "Oh, look, your fourth five. Just make it five and go."
Alex shook his head, "Six. Six, dude. Gotta get a six."
Joe shook his head, filling up another shot and placed it in front of the intern, "It's on the house."
Alex eyed the drink. The corners of his lips tugged up as he looked at the bartender, "Thanks."
Alex downed the drink, and continued to roll the dice. Joe watched as he wiped more washed glasses; shake, roll, scoop. It became a pattern that caused his head to spin. He turned his back when he heard a stool scrape against the ground.
He looked at a standing Alex, "Giving back the dice, Karev?"
Alex grinned, shrugging his brown coat on. "No, Joe." Joe grinned, and watched as Alex Karev shoved the Monopoly dice in the shot glass, causing the alcohol to tip over the sides, and watched him swing the door open and leave into the pitch blackness of Seattle night.
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