Academia, Fandom: Scrubs, Prompt: Archeology
Title: Her Excavation
Academia Prompt: Archeology
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: Elliot/Jordan
Rating: PG
Notes: Partner piece to Their Ancient History: slagsmacker.livejournal.com/991.html#cutid1
Word Count: 244
Jordan finishes her drink decisively. Carla and DJ’s latest lesbian life partner are chirping away like annoying Spanish parrots (apparently Julie spent a semester in Mexico, which was, ‘so enriching,’ urgh). She feels excluded, buzzed and bored enough to cast an appraising eye around the bar.
At first she is disappointed; the guys here really are too young, with one snap of her teeth they would come to heel and, honestly, it‘s the challenge she enjoys.
Swiveling on her chair, she spies Elliot. Miss Goody Two Shoes is at the bar, leaning a little too obviously into an insipid blonde. Jordan snorts. Elliot’s choice has slumped shoulders and annoyingly long bangs. Trust the psychologically challenged idiot to pick the least threatening person here - herself from four years ago.
Jordan struts over and catches the tail end of a speech about pretty girls and jazz. Whilst most of her is amused, a small part is annoyed that the good Dr Reid hasn’t moved on from sorority sisters to someone tall, (naturally) dark and handsome.
“Hurry up Stick,” she places a hand on her jutting hip bone and nods towards the bartender, “Mama’s thirsty.”
The blonde shadow seems to take the hint and scurries off. Elliot stays in the loop of Jordan’s arm (likeagoodgirl), but tenses. Jordan would mock her for being the world’s worst two beer queer, but she remembers certain words and hard, twisting fingers can produce results. She runs a fingernail along the skin exposed between shirt and waistband. Elliot bristles.
Jordan smirks. Bingo, entertainment.