21 JS fic that's been stewin'...
Okay. Anyone help me out here. This one's been sitting in a WIP folder for probably over a year now. I don't know how to continue on. I had originally intended them to get drunk and have sex of course, but I don't know. Please give me some thoughts/ideas/whatevers. I'm itching to write lately! But horrible at actually sitting down and focusing. With "Cleansing" getting harder to write, I'm wanting to start new stuff, but then I know those will be put on hold at some point too. Arrrgh!
Anyway. Here is what I have so far.
Title: Take Me Under
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: the usual gang
Disclaimer: I don't own 21 JS; all belongs to Callen et al. I make no profit.
Summary: Tom and Doug get a little competitive while out celebrating a case closed.
****
“To another job well done for the McQuaid brothers,” Judy stated cheerfully as she held up her mug.
“Let’s drink to it.”
Doug tapped his glass against hers as Tom and Harry lifted theirs to do the same. After toasting, they each downed a decent amount of beer before setting them back on the table. Penhall glanced at Tom’s mug, and a clever grin came to his face.
“I bet I can drink the rest of mine quicker than you,” he said smugly.
Hanson smirked and fished out five bucks from his pocket. “How much you want to bet on that, Penhall?”
“I’ll go ten.”
Ioki tossed out another five dollar bill to the pile. “I bet on Doug.”
“Judy?” Penhall questioned curiously. “You in?”
“Is this what guys really do when they’re out together?” she chuckled.
“We need entertainment. Now come on. Me or Hanson?”
“To make it even-” She dug into her wallet and set a bill on top of Ioki’s. “-Ten says Hanson wins.”
“Okeedokie! Iokage, give the go,” Doug said enthusiastically.
Both contestants gripped the handle of their glasses, preparing for the word to start.
“Ready. Set. Go.”
The rims were to their lips in less than a second, and their throats visibly worked on consuming the alcohol. Harry and Judy laughed at watching them try to beat one another. Tom looked at his partner from the corner of his eye to gauge how well Doug was coming along. There was only a tad more left for the older cop, making Tom close his eyes and concentrate on swallowing as fast as possible. After several more seconds, a glass was slammed onto the table; Harry and Judy exchanged impressed glances before starting to clap.
Hanson wiped his mouth and gasped slightly for air, smiling victoriously at an annoyed Doug.
“I believe this money is ours, Miss Hoffs,” he said somewhat exasperatedly as he divided the bills for an equal amount for both.
“Thank you, Mr. Hanson.” She waved the dollars in front of Ioki’s face mockingly before putting them into her wallet.
“Two out of three,” Doug voiced seriously.
“Oh come on, Penhall. Don’t be a baby about it,” Hoffs stated amusedly.
“I’m not. I’m just sayin’ that I’d win this time.”
Tom placed the fifteen dollars he had just acquired onto the middle of the table. “You’re on. Make your bet.”
****
“Nine out of ten.” Hanson was slumped over in his chair, lying on the table, and stared at his partner, who was positioned in much the same fashion, with bloodshot eyes.
“Ten out of eleven,” Penhall replied lazily.
“Eleven out of twelve.”
Judy rolled her eyes and pushed aside the numerous glasses in front of Tom to take away the one he weakly clutched at the moment. “Seriously, guys. That’s enough for tonight. More than enough. I don’t even think you know who’s won how many anymore.”
“Five to three,” Doug mumbled.
“Four to four, cheater.”
Doug sat up and pounded his fist against the table. “Five to three.”
“Four to four!”
“Enough!” Judy gazed at Ioki for helpful intervention. He had been rather enjoying the contest, but cleared his throat as he attempted to become serious.
“Hoffs is right. I think we should get you two home.”
Neither of the tremendously intoxicated men responded. They were hauled to their feet and assisted out by Judy and Harry.
“I’ll take them home in Tom’s car,” she stated as she aided Tom into the backseat of his Mustang. “Can you follow so I can get a ride from you?”
“Yeah. No problem.”
****
“Jude, you don’t have to take me all the way to my place. I’ll crash here.”
“Doug, you cool with that?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” he asked while getting out of the car. “He’s my brother Tommy McQuaid!”
“Ha ha. Right. I forgot.”
She turned off the engine as Tom stumbled after Doug. Harry pulled up behind them, waiting for Judy.
“Get some sleep,” she called to the two cops as they struggled up the stairs to the apartment building door. Tom waved his hand in acknowledgement. “And no more drinking!”
The two men made it inside and to Penhall’s flat several minutes later. It was another minute before the correct key was found to open the door. They shuffled inside - Doug closed the entrance with his foot - and proceeded to the first couch that faced the window on the far side of the area. As if exhausted, both collapsed onto the sofa side by side and breathed rapidly. Tom’s eyes were shut tightly, while Doug’s were constantly blinking as he gazed ahead.
“How much did we drink?” the younger man inquired.
“Don’t know.”
“Don’t usually drink that much, you know.”
“You barely drink at all.”
“All the more satisfying to have won so many times.”
Doug pushed him, causing Hanson to laugh. “Cocky bastard. Bet you couldn’t have more.”
“Bet you I could.”
The challenge made Doug get to his feet and fumble towards the kitchen. Hanson untied and threw his shoes to the side, snickering at the number of curses filtering out of Penhall’s mouth that he could hear. Penhall returned after a period with two bottles of beer in his hands and sat next to his partner.
“Drink up,” he spoke contently as he handed one to Tom.
Anyway. Here is what I have so far.
Title: Take Me Under
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: the usual gang
Disclaimer: I don't own 21 JS; all belongs to Callen et al. I make no profit.
Summary: Tom and Doug get a little competitive while out celebrating a case closed.
****
“To another job well done for the McQuaid brothers,” Judy stated cheerfully as she held up her mug.
“Let’s drink to it.”
Doug tapped his glass against hers as Tom and Harry lifted theirs to do the same. After toasting, they each downed a decent amount of beer before setting them back on the table. Penhall glanced at Tom’s mug, and a clever grin came to his face.
“I bet I can drink the rest of mine quicker than you,” he said smugly.
Hanson smirked and fished out five bucks from his pocket. “How much you want to bet on that, Penhall?”
“I’ll go ten.”
Ioki tossed out another five dollar bill to the pile. “I bet on Doug.”
“Judy?” Penhall questioned curiously. “You in?”
“Is this what guys really do when they’re out together?” she chuckled.
“We need entertainment. Now come on. Me or Hanson?”
“To make it even-” She dug into her wallet and set a bill on top of Ioki’s. “-Ten says Hanson wins.”
“Okeedokie! Iokage, give the go,” Doug said enthusiastically.
Both contestants gripped the handle of their glasses, preparing for the word to start.
“Ready. Set. Go.”
The rims were to their lips in less than a second, and their throats visibly worked on consuming the alcohol. Harry and Judy laughed at watching them try to beat one another. Tom looked at his partner from the corner of his eye to gauge how well Doug was coming along. There was only a tad more left for the older cop, making Tom close his eyes and concentrate on swallowing as fast as possible. After several more seconds, a glass was slammed onto the table; Harry and Judy exchanged impressed glances before starting to clap.
Hanson wiped his mouth and gasped slightly for air, smiling victoriously at an annoyed Doug.
“I believe this money is ours, Miss Hoffs,” he said somewhat exasperatedly as he divided the bills for an equal amount for both.
“Thank you, Mr. Hanson.” She waved the dollars in front of Ioki’s face mockingly before putting them into her wallet.
“Two out of three,” Doug voiced seriously.
“Oh come on, Penhall. Don’t be a baby about it,” Hoffs stated amusedly.
“I’m not. I’m just sayin’ that I’d win this time.”
Tom placed the fifteen dollars he had just acquired onto the middle of the table. “You’re on. Make your bet.”
****
“Nine out of ten.” Hanson was slumped over in his chair, lying on the table, and stared at his partner, who was positioned in much the same fashion, with bloodshot eyes.
“Ten out of eleven,” Penhall replied lazily.
“Eleven out of twelve.”
Judy rolled her eyes and pushed aside the numerous glasses in front of Tom to take away the one he weakly clutched at the moment. “Seriously, guys. That’s enough for tonight. More than enough. I don’t even think you know who’s won how many anymore.”
“Five to three,” Doug mumbled.
“Four to four, cheater.”
Doug sat up and pounded his fist against the table. “Five to three.”
“Four to four!”
“Enough!” Judy gazed at Ioki for helpful intervention. He had been rather enjoying the contest, but cleared his throat as he attempted to become serious.
“Hoffs is right. I think we should get you two home.”
Neither of the tremendously intoxicated men responded. They were hauled to their feet and assisted out by Judy and Harry.
“I’ll take them home in Tom’s car,” she stated as she aided Tom into the backseat of his Mustang. “Can you follow so I can get a ride from you?”
“Yeah. No problem.”
****
“Jude, you don’t have to take me all the way to my place. I’ll crash here.”
“Doug, you cool with that?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” he asked while getting out of the car. “He’s my brother Tommy McQuaid!”
“Ha ha. Right. I forgot.”
She turned off the engine as Tom stumbled after Doug. Harry pulled up behind them, waiting for Judy.
“Get some sleep,” she called to the two cops as they struggled up the stairs to the apartment building door. Tom waved his hand in acknowledgement. “And no more drinking!”
The two men made it inside and to Penhall’s flat several minutes later. It was another minute before the correct key was found to open the door. They shuffled inside - Doug closed the entrance with his foot - and proceeded to the first couch that faced the window on the far side of the area. As if exhausted, both collapsed onto the sofa side by side and breathed rapidly. Tom’s eyes were shut tightly, while Doug’s were constantly blinking as he gazed ahead.
“How much did we drink?” the younger man inquired.
“Don’t know.”
“Don’t usually drink that much, you know.”
“You barely drink at all.”
“All the more satisfying to have won so many times.”
Doug pushed him, causing Hanson to laugh. “Cocky bastard. Bet you couldn’t have more.”
“Bet you I could.”
The challenge made Doug get to his feet and fumble towards the kitchen. Hanson untied and threw his shoes to the side, snickering at the number of curses filtering out of Penhall’s mouth that he could hear. Penhall returned after a period with two bottles of beer in his hands and sat next to his partner.
“Drink up,” he spoke contently as he handed one to Tom.