You said I was your blue, blue baby and you were right

[newredshoes]

Oo, I've always wanted to do this meme! About to head home from work, but here we go! Yoinked from artaxastra, penknife and others:

Give me a story I've done, and a timestamp anything from a few minutes after/before to years after/before, and I'll write a quick ficlet related to it.

Master post is here, drabbles are here. I will respond as soon as I can! <3/♠/&c

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[newredshoes]

Oh man, I totally will do both! Hang on, daemons first! <3 (Apparently all I want from them is endless romping!)

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"--She's sitting on my knees!"

Winters eyed the unofficial officers' lounge as he shut the door behind him. Nixon, leaning back in a plush armchair with his boots propped on a stool, looked immensely relieved. "Dick, can you hand me my bottle? Harry won't get it for me and I can't stand up." He gestured at Waverly, stretched imperiously across his legs.

"I could knock her off," offered Alma, craning her neck up at Winters.

"Already tried that," said Bridie, who had rolled onto her back. She stretched, wriggling on the rug. Harry poked her exposed belly with the hand that dangled over the side of his armchair.

Winters smiled and headed toward the table, which already had one empty bottle shoved to the back. "Is this the one from my foot locker?"

"Of course not!" Nixon exclaimed, holding out his hand. "I have to train you to live around it." Without warning, Waverly got to her feet, brush tail swatting at Nixon's glass. "Hey!" She hopped to the ground and tossed a glance over her shoulder at him before trotting up to Bridie and batting at her nose. Bridie scrambled to her feet and plowed into her; the two of them grappled until Alma shouldered in and picked up Bridie by the scruff of her neck. Harry laughed while Bridie hung there, stub tail wagging.

"Speirs still giving you trouble, Dick?"

"He's no trouble," Winters said. Alma let Bridie down gently before sprawling on the carpet herself.

Nixon snorted. "Yeah, it's just every time he looks at someone you think he wants to eat 'em."

Waverly began stalking Alma's back feet. Bridie pranced in front of her as a distraction.

Winters looked down at his clasped hands. "I'm more worried about my men, to be honest. I think Luz is starting a betting pool about Guarnere's plans for his eventual leave in London."

"Watch out, Londontown, here comes South Philly." Nixon took a sip of his whiskey. "I wouldn't worry about that too much."

Waverly chose that very moment to tackle Alma from behind. She considered it a great triumph that Alma actually yelped.

[mardia]

Eeee! Oh my God, this is adorable, and the last line in particular made me cackle out loud.