Losers' Poker
Author: emocezi
Title: Losers' Poker (crossover with The Losers)
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 316
Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii Five O or The Losers nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: I've been thinking about doing this for a while, but just never found the time or the brain capacity to write this. I've longed to be able to get into Danny's brain space to write H50 fic, but I can't seem to make it work. So this is all you get, just a tiny snippet of people who should never met, playing poker with weapons.
THIS IS A ONE SHOT ONLY. PLEASE DO NOT ASK FOR MORE, BECAUSE THERE IS NO MORE COMING AND IT WILL ONLY MAKE ME ANGRY AND THEN YOU WILL BE SLAPPED WITH A VERY LARGE AND SMELLY FISH. THANK YOU AND HAVE A GOOD DAY.
“It's a three weapon buy in.” Steve nodded absentmindedly at Roque and pulled two knives, one from his ankle, one from his belt and a grenade from one of the many pockets on his cargo pants. Placed them on the table and drew a card, which he promptly stuck to his forehead.
“Why do you have a grenade in your pocket Steven?”
“Well, you told me I couldn't keep them in your car anymore.” Steve shrugged and picked up a card at his turn.
“Dude, you were keeping grenades in a car in these temperatures? You're lucky they didn't explode.” Jensen blinked and made a gesture that apparently meant 'explosion'
“They could have exploded? We are gonna have so many words about this later. So many words.” Danny was holding his hands in the air in a fine imitation of strangling someone.
“He's joking. Grenades can't explode from overheating. You have to pull the pin first.” Pooch rolled his eyes at the civvie cop and laid his second favorite .44 S&W on the table.
“You say that now, but I knew a guy who told me about the time he was in Kurdistan and the guy in front of him just blew up cause the sun got too hot and-”
“Couldn't happen.” Cougar interjected, raising an eyebrow at Jensen as if daring him to continue on his line of thought.
“It might happen.” Jensen pouted and placed the Bencrest Precision scope he'd won from Cougar a few weeks before on the table. Cougar leered at it.
“Who are you people?” Danny managed and Steve twisted in his seat to look at his partner. He didn't appear to be incoherent with rage so much as stunned and a little deflated to be meeting an entire group of people who shared the same mindset as psychotic Super SEAL.
Title: Losers' Poker (crossover with The Losers)
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 316
Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii Five O or The Losers nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: I've been thinking about doing this for a while, but just never found the time or the brain capacity to write this. I've longed to be able to get into Danny's brain space to write H50 fic, but I can't seem to make it work. So this is all you get, just a tiny snippet of people who should never met, playing poker with weapons.
THIS IS A ONE SHOT ONLY. PLEASE DO NOT ASK FOR MORE, BECAUSE THERE IS NO MORE COMING AND IT WILL ONLY MAKE ME ANGRY AND THEN YOU WILL BE SLAPPED WITH A VERY LARGE AND SMELLY FISH. THANK YOU AND HAVE A GOOD DAY.
“It's a three weapon buy in.” Steve nodded absentmindedly at Roque and pulled two knives, one from his ankle, one from his belt and a grenade from one of the many pockets on his cargo pants. Placed them on the table and drew a card, which he promptly stuck to his forehead.
“Why do you have a grenade in your pocket Steven?”
“Well, you told me I couldn't keep them in your car anymore.” Steve shrugged and picked up a card at his turn.
“Dude, you were keeping grenades in a car in these temperatures? You're lucky they didn't explode.” Jensen blinked and made a gesture that apparently meant 'explosion'
“They could have exploded? We are gonna have so many words about this later. So many words.” Danny was holding his hands in the air in a fine imitation of strangling someone.
“He's joking. Grenades can't explode from overheating. You have to pull the pin first.” Pooch rolled his eyes at the civvie cop and laid his second favorite .44 S&W on the table.
“You say that now, but I knew a guy who told me about the time he was in Kurdistan and the guy in front of him just blew up cause the sun got too hot and-”
“Couldn't happen.” Cougar interjected, raising an eyebrow at Jensen as if daring him to continue on his line of thought.
“It might happen.” Jensen pouted and placed the Bencrest Precision scope he'd won from Cougar a few weeks before on the table. Cougar leered at it.
“Who are you people?” Danny managed and Steve twisted in his seat to look at his partner. He didn't appear to be incoherent with rage so much as stunned and a little deflated to be meeting an entire group of people who shared the same mindset as psychotic Super SEAL.