Preferred
Title: Preferred
Prompt/Number: 006. Gentleman
Rating: PG
Character/Fandom: Kaile Maka // CSI: New York
Word Count: 405
She spent just slightly too long wondering-silently-if he was actually serious. Chad seemed to take that as she'd forgotten the question, so he repeated himself.
"I said what's cooking, good looking?"
Kaile shook her head. "I know you did. I'm just trying to figure out why."
"Uh, well, besides the obvious fact that you're very good looking? I wanted to know what was cooking, cooking being used colloquially here as slang for happening, going on, et cetera, with you, more specifically, I was implying the question of why you were here-"
"Okay, I almost buy that, except for the fact where you said it while standing way too close to me."
"Well…" Chad paused for a moment, looking her up and down. "Honestly, I was hoping that you would be so overwhelmed by my natural charm and rugged good looks that you would-"
"Look," She held up a hand to silence him. "Not that I'm not flattered, but...how old are you?"
Chad shifted his weight from foot to foot. "I graduated early."
Kaile raised an eyebrow. "From high school or college?"
"Both. Three years for each. And I skipped fourth grade."
"Yeah. That's impressive, but it's not your age."
"…I'm twenty seven?" He mumbled, his tone turning the statement into a question.
"Oh God," She barely restrained a snort of laughter. "Since when does getting hit on by a twenty-seven year old make me feel like such a dirty old woman?"
Chad smiled widely, shrugging. "Lucky you, I like dirty older women."
She shook her head, trying not to laugh; that would only encourage him. "Shut up and go away."
"You're smiling; that's good. You wanna hook up later?"
"Please go away?"
"We'll make a night of it. Cheap food, cheap drinks-I'll be a cheap date-"
"Okay, now you need to go away before I shoot you."
"Think about it," He nodded quickly, spinning on his heels and disappearing out the doorway.
She was still shaking her head when Stella walked in.
"Tell me honestly, Stell. Where does Mac find these lab guys? Under rocks in the park?"
She grinned, crossing her arms over her chest. "Which one?"
"Willingham."
"Chad?" Stella smirked. "NYU."
"You're kidding."
"Honors Chemistry program."
"God damn."
"Impressed?"
"Terrified," She groaned. "These are the best and the brightest, and all he could come up with was 'What's cooking, good looking'?"
"Please tell me he did not actually say that."
"Swear to God…"
Prompt/Number: 006. Gentleman
Rating: PG
Character/Fandom: Kaile Maka // CSI: New York
Word Count: 405
She spent just slightly too long wondering-silently-if he was actually serious. Chad seemed to take that as she'd forgotten the question, so he repeated himself.
"I said what's cooking, good looking?"
Kaile shook her head. "I know you did. I'm just trying to figure out why."
"Uh, well, besides the obvious fact that you're very good looking? I wanted to know what was cooking, cooking being used colloquially here as slang for happening, going on, et cetera, with you, more specifically, I was implying the question of why you were here-"
"Okay, I almost buy that, except for the fact where you said it while standing way too close to me."
"Well…" Chad paused for a moment, looking her up and down. "Honestly, I was hoping that you would be so overwhelmed by my natural charm and rugged good looks that you would-"
"Look," She held up a hand to silence him. "Not that I'm not flattered, but...how old are you?"
Chad shifted his weight from foot to foot. "I graduated early."
Kaile raised an eyebrow. "From high school or college?"
"Both. Three years for each. And I skipped fourth grade."
"Yeah. That's impressive, but it's not your age."
"…I'm twenty seven?" He mumbled, his tone turning the statement into a question.
"Oh God," She barely restrained a snort of laughter. "Since when does getting hit on by a twenty-seven year old make me feel like such a dirty old woman?"
Chad smiled widely, shrugging. "Lucky you, I like dirty older women."
She shook her head, trying not to laugh; that would only encourage him. "Shut up and go away."
"You're smiling; that's good. You wanna hook up later?"
"Please go away?"
"We'll make a night of it. Cheap food, cheap drinks-I'll be a cheap date-"
"Okay, now you need to go away before I shoot you."
"Think about it," He nodded quickly, spinning on his heels and disappearing out the doorway.
She was still shaking her head when Stella walked in.
"Tell me honestly, Stell. Where does Mac find these lab guys? Under rocks in the park?"
She grinned, crossing her arms over her chest. "Which one?"
"Willingham."
"Chad?" Stella smirked. "NYU."
"You're kidding."
"Honors Chemistry program."
"God damn."
"Impressed?"
"Terrified," She groaned. "These are the best and the brightest, and all he could come up with was 'What's cooking, good looking'?"
"Please tell me he did not actually say that."
"Swear to God…"