The Best Hotdog Vendor In All of New York City, Late Tuesday Evening (NFB)
Alex was practically glowing. Alex was so happy that she wouldn't even object to someone saying she glowed. She'd laugh, uproariously. And spin around and soak it all in.
She loved this city. She loved every last crumbling inch of the old whore. She was home.
That stupid island she'd been stuck on, in Witness Protection, had given her a male body for the day, for no fucking reason. And she'd griped about it, until Gibbs had pointed out that this was a far better disguise than anything the Feds could cook up.
It meant she was free to go home, even if just for the day. So she'd taken Gibbs on a whirlwind tour of the city. She had to point out that one spot, the one that made way better falafel than anywhere else on the east coast. And she took him down to 60 Centre Street, the courthouse, just so she could stand on those steps and drink it in.
And on. And on. Not the usual touristy crap, but the places that had made this her home, for so much of her life.
And now? And now they were getting a dog from the best fucking vendor in all of Manhattan, because they could.
"You missed out on Barney's," she laughed. "Amazing shopping, but I can't try on any shoes today, anyway."
Yes, she was going to talk with her mouth full. She was a New Yorker.
(for one! NFB-distance! thanks to famous_gut for the kickass idea! gibbs modded with permission! batteries not included! see packaging for details!)
She loved this city. She loved every last crumbling inch of the old whore. She was home.
That stupid island she'd been stuck on, in Witness Protection, had given her a male body for the day, for no fucking reason. And she'd griped about it, until Gibbs had pointed out that this was a far better disguise than anything the Feds could cook up.
It meant she was free to go home, even if just for the day. So she'd taken Gibbs on a whirlwind tour of the city. She had to point out that one spot, the one that made way better falafel than anywhere else on the east coast. And she took him down to 60 Centre Street, the courthouse, just so she could stand on those steps and drink it in.
And on. And on. Not the usual touristy crap, but the places that had made this her home, for so much of her life.
And now? And now they were getting a dog from the best fucking vendor in all of Manhattan, because they could.
"You missed out on Barney's," she laughed. "Amazing shopping, but I can't try on any shoes today, anyway."
Yes, she was going to talk with her mouth full. She was a New Yorker.
(for one! NFB-distance! thanks to famous_gut for the kickass idea! gibbs modded with permission! batteries not included! see packaging for details!)