Chuck Vs. the Disco Ball
What is this, Chuck fanfic? Why yes, yes it is. :D
Title: Chuck Vs. the Disco Ball
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Chuck
Characters: Casey, Chuck/Sarah
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 272
Spoilers: Very vague S3
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I don’t own Chuck.
A/N: Written for tvnetwork2_las for the prompt - “It’s disco, baby!”
Summary: Chuck is dressed like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. Casey’s night can only go downhill from here.
Casey was behind the bar on this mission, as usual, in a colorful get-up of tight pants and open shirt that, in normal circumstances, he wouldn’t be caught dead wearing. Unfortunately, if this mission didn’t go right, he would die in it. He quietly resolved to take Bartowski down with him if that happened. Why couldn’t they get an assignment where the enemy agent was a businessman, lawyer, or a pilot? Anything but a disco enthusiast.
“Agent Walker?” Casey asked tightly, plastering a smile on his face as he served another beer.
“Yes, Colonel?” she replied, sounding far too amused for Casey’s mood. It probably had something to do with the fact she wasn’t wearing pants tight enough to cut off circulation to her legs.
“Why the hell does the Intersect have disco dancing in its files?”
“I don’t know, but it’s kinda awesome, right?” Bartowski piped up.
Casey growled under his breath. “Just get it done, Bartowski.”
“Target is sighted,” Walker said suddenly. “Signal the DJ.”
Casey waved at the man, and Chuck and Sarah’s song began. Instantly Chuck swung Agent Walker onto the floor, the glittering mirror-ball reflecting off his white leisure suit and drawing their mark’s attention. Casey managed to keep his eyes on the target despite Bartowski and Walker’s best efforts to set the brightly-lit floor on fire.
With all the spinning and twirling and posturing going on out there, this had better work, because Casey wasn’t sure he could stand another night with Chuck dancing around in tight pants. He sighed; the things he did for his country…
Title: Chuck Vs. the Disco Ball
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Chuck
Characters: Casey, Chuck/Sarah
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 272
Spoilers: Very vague S3
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I don’t own Chuck.
A/N: Written for tvnetwork2_las for the prompt - “It’s disco, baby!”
Summary: Chuck is dressed like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. Casey’s night can only go downhill from here.
Casey was behind the bar on this mission, as usual, in a colorful get-up of tight pants and open shirt that, in normal circumstances, he wouldn’t be caught dead wearing. Unfortunately, if this mission didn’t go right, he would die in it. He quietly resolved to take Bartowski down with him if that happened. Why couldn’t they get an assignment where the enemy agent was a businessman, lawyer, or a pilot? Anything but a disco enthusiast.
“Agent Walker?” Casey asked tightly, plastering a smile on his face as he served another beer.
“Yes, Colonel?” she replied, sounding far too amused for Casey’s mood. It probably had something to do with the fact she wasn’t wearing pants tight enough to cut off circulation to her legs.
“Why the hell does the Intersect have disco dancing in its files?”
“I don’t know, but it’s kinda awesome, right?” Bartowski piped up.
Casey growled under his breath. “Just get it done, Bartowski.”
“Target is sighted,” Walker said suddenly. “Signal the DJ.”
Casey waved at the man, and Chuck and Sarah’s song began. Instantly Chuck swung Agent Walker onto the floor, the glittering mirror-ball reflecting off his white leisure suit and drawing their mark’s attention. Casey managed to keep his eyes on the target despite Bartowski and Walker’s best efforts to set the brightly-lit floor on fire.
With all the spinning and twirling and posturing going on out there, this had better work, because Casey wasn’t sure he could stand another night with Chuck dancing around in tight pants. He sighed; the things he did for his country…