3 The Big Bang Theory Drabbles
These are just some drabbles that I wrote for bigbang_land. They're all exactly 100 words.
“I can’t believe the Star Trek movie is finally here!” Raj said.
Sheldon nodded. “Just under a minute and a half left. 78…77…”
Frowning, Leonard raised an eyebrow. “How do you know that?”
“66,” he counted. “We’ve been to this theater enough times that I’ve timed the length of the silent your cell phone and buy our snacks ad right before the feature presentation. 35. Of course, Midnight is such a farce.” Sheldon sighed. “It’s clearly 12:07.”
The others glared at him, but Sheldon held up a finger. “Twelve, eleven, ten.” He watched intently as the seconds ticked down. “Three…two…one!”
Sheldon’s groans echoed out into the kitchen and Penny glanced down the hallway. “We should check on him. He was pretty wasted when he came home.”
Leonard sighed, knocking on his door. “Sheldon?”
“Come in,” came the plaintive cry. Sheldon’s arm was thrown over his face. “My head hurts. And my stomach. And my arm.”
“Your arm?” Leonard rolled up the sleeve of Sheldon’s shirt, peeling away the bandage on his shoulder. “You got a tattoo?!”
“WHAT?”
“It says ‘Princess.’”
Leonard pulled out his phone and Sheldon frowned. “What are you doing?”
“Twitter. Howard and Raj need to see this.”
Penny should know by now to knock, but Leonard had said he’d be waiting for her in his apartment. When she had heard the noise in the bathroom, she had expecting anything other than Sheldon taking a bubble bath, his rubber duck sinking a boat.
They stared at each other until Penny said, “Why is the duck winning?”
“The duck has laser eyes.”
Behind her, Leonard cleared his throat. “What’s…going on here?”
“Mr. Quackers sunk the battleship.”
Leonard nodded slowly. “He has laser eyes.”
Scoffing, Sheldon said, “And it’s Captain Quack.”
Leonard smiled sheepishly. “I brought alcohol?”
She sighed. “Good.”
“I can’t believe the Star Trek movie is finally here!” Raj said.
Sheldon nodded. “Just under a minute and a half left. 78…77…”
Frowning, Leonard raised an eyebrow. “How do you know that?”
“66,” he counted. “We’ve been to this theater enough times that I’ve timed the length of the silent your cell phone and buy our snacks ad right before the feature presentation. 35. Of course, Midnight is such a farce.” Sheldon sighed. “It’s clearly 12:07.”
The others glared at him, but Sheldon held up a finger. “Twelve, eleven, ten.” He watched intently as the seconds ticked down. “Three…two…one!”
Sheldon’s groans echoed out into the kitchen and Penny glanced down the hallway. “We should check on him. He was pretty wasted when he came home.”
Leonard sighed, knocking on his door. “Sheldon?”
“Come in,” came the plaintive cry. Sheldon’s arm was thrown over his face. “My head hurts. And my stomach. And my arm.”
“Your arm?” Leonard rolled up the sleeve of Sheldon’s shirt, peeling away the bandage on his shoulder. “You got a tattoo?!”
“WHAT?”
“It says ‘Princess.’”
Leonard pulled out his phone and Sheldon frowned. “What are you doing?”
“Twitter. Howard and Raj need to see this.”
Penny should know by now to knock, but Leonard had said he’d be waiting for her in his apartment. When she had heard the noise in the bathroom, she had expecting anything other than Sheldon taking a bubble bath, his rubber duck sinking a boat.
They stared at each other until Penny said, “Why is the duck winning?”
“The duck has laser eyes.”
Behind her, Leonard cleared his throat. “What’s…going on here?”
“Mr. Quackers sunk the battleship.”
Leonard nodded slowly. “He has laser eyes.”
Scoffing, Sheldon said, “And it’s Captain Quack.”
Leonard smiled sheepishly. “I brought alcohol?”
She sighed. “Good.”