(fic) Pigtails and Bobby-Pins
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Pairing or Characters Involved: Ash and Jo and Ellen Harvelle
Category: General
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Title: Pigtails and Bobby-Pins
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for the LiveJournal community, spnland_writing. Dr. Badass challenge
“Hey, Ash,” the little girl climbed up onto one of the empty barstools beside him wearing a blue jumper and white turtleneck. Her blond hair was freshly washed and was pulled back into two pigtails. The white tights she wore were immaculate and her black Mary Janes glowed in the overhead light.
“Hey, kiddo. What’s up?”
No doubt, Ellen would be taking her to see a movie later, but right now she was out doing errands and she had left him with babysitting duty.
He didn’t mind. Jo was a cute little girl, more tomboyish than girley-girl, but she had her moments. Like now. He suspiciously eyed the pink purse clutched in her tiny hands - it contained her favorite hair ribbons and other important little girl items she had yet to outgrow.
“I’m bored,” She complained, kicking her legs on the stool. “Wanna play with me?”
“Hide and seek?”
“Nah, we’ve done that like a bazillion times. There’s no good places to hide around here, anyway.”
She pouted. It was a cute pout.
Ash shrugged agreeably. Ellen kept all the good hiding places locked up - like the cellar where all the really good booze was kept.
“Monopoly?”
“That’s no fun. Besides, I always win,” She cut a sideways glance at him and said archly, “I think you let me.”
Ash did indeed. What could he say, he was much better at figuring out the math and besides, where would be the fun in bankrupting a seven-year-old girl?
“So,” he drew out the word and then took a long drink of beer to stall for time. “What do you wanna do, then?”
***
“Jo!” Ellen called out as she set two brown bags of groceries on the bar’s counter. “Help me unload the car, sweetie, then we can-”
That’s when she saw Ash, and did a comical double take.
“Well, damn, Ash, what the hell happened to you?”
He shook his head, sending the myriad tiny beaded braids clinking. Bobby pins stuck out everywhere and pink sparkley ribbons anchored his bangs into little alien-like feelers. He didn’t need to look into the mirror to know that his made-up face would’ve done Ronald McDonald proud.
Sighing, he downed his third beer in a series of long swallows. What the hell, he deserved a little combat pay after this afternoon. “Don’t ask,” he muttered.
“Jo?” Ellen ventured, trying to suppress her grin.
Ash nodded. “Jo.”
THE END
Pairing or Characters Involved: Ash and Jo and Ellen Harvelle
Category: General
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Title: Pigtails and Bobby-Pins
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for the LiveJournal community, spnland_writing. Dr. Badass challenge
“Hey, Ash,” the little girl climbed up onto one of the empty barstools beside him wearing a blue jumper and white turtleneck. Her blond hair was freshly washed and was pulled back into two pigtails. The white tights she wore were immaculate and her black Mary Janes glowed in the overhead light.
“Hey, kiddo. What’s up?”
No doubt, Ellen would be taking her to see a movie later, but right now she was out doing errands and she had left him with babysitting duty.
He didn’t mind. Jo was a cute little girl, more tomboyish than girley-girl, but she had her moments. Like now. He suspiciously eyed the pink purse clutched in her tiny hands - it contained her favorite hair ribbons and other important little girl items she had yet to outgrow.
“I’m bored,” She complained, kicking her legs on the stool. “Wanna play with me?”
“Hide and seek?”
“Nah, we’ve done that like a bazillion times. There’s no good places to hide around here, anyway.”
She pouted. It was a cute pout.
Ash shrugged agreeably. Ellen kept all the good hiding places locked up - like the cellar where all the really good booze was kept.
“Monopoly?”
“That’s no fun. Besides, I always win,” She cut a sideways glance at him and said archly, “I think you let me.”
Ash did indeed. What could he say, he was much better at figuring out the math and besides, where would be the fun in bankrupting a seven-year-old girl?
“So,” he drew out the word and then took a long drink of beer to stall for time. “What do you wanna do, then?”
***
“Jo!” Ellen called out as she set two brown bags of groceries on the bar’s counter. “Help me unload the car, sweetie, then we can-”
That’s when she saw Ash, and did a comical double take.
“Well, damn, Ash, what the hell happened to you?”
He shook his head, sending the myriad tiny beaded braids clinking. Bobby pins stuck out everywhere and pink sparkley ribbons anchored his bangs into little alien-like feelers. He didn’t need to look into the mirror to know that his made-up face would’ve done Ronald McDonald proud.
Sighing, he downed his third beer in a series of long swallows. What the hell, he deserved a little combat pay after this afternoon. “Don’t ask,” he muttered.
“Jo?” Ellen ventured, trying to suppress her grin.
Ash nodded. “Jo.”
THE END