Fic: Guns
Title: Guns
Characters: Riza and Rebecca (Riza/Miles, Havoc/Rebecca in the background)
Word Count: 181
Rating: PG for mild innuendo
Summary: Competitive Rebecca is competitive.
Notes: For randomcheeses' prompt, "Riza and Rebecca, discussing their men." This went Wrong Turn 'verse on me.
"Have you measured them?"
Riza gave Rebecca a look. The sort of look she frequently found herself giving Rebecca. "Why would I even do that?"
"Just, you know. To get a fuller picture of the goods in question?"
"And not in any way so you can compare my boyfriend's bicep measurement with your boyfriend's bicep measurement?"
"We could compare them with the poke test, too," said Rebecca. She took a thoughtful sip from her water glass. "No, wait, arm wrestling. They're both big macho guys, I bet we could talk them into it."
Riza was fairly sure that at least one of their boyfriends had slightly more dignity than that.
"And hey, weights," said Rebecca. "How much can Miles bench-press?"
"I don't know," Riza lied.
"Okay, after lunch. I'm going to borrow a tape measure from Supplies. I'll do Jean, and you can do Miles. Care to bet?"
"No," said Riza. "And I don't want to hear any other measurements, either," she added quickly.
Rebecca raised both index fingers and started drawing them apart, one eyebrow raised.
Riza flipped up her menu like a shield.
Characters: Riza and Rebecca (Riza/Miles, Havoc/Rebecca in the background)
Word Count: 181
Rating: PG for mild innuendo
Summary: Competitive Rebecca is competitive.
Notes: For randomcheeses' prompt, "Riza and Rebecca, discussing their men." This went Wrong Turn 'verse on me.
"Have you measured them?"
Riza gave Rebecca a look. The sort of look she frequently found herself giving Rebecca. "Why would I even do that?"
"Just, you know. To get a fuller picture of the goods in question?"
"And not in any way so you can compare my boyfriend's bicep measurement with your boyfriend's bicep measurement?"
"We could compare them with the poke test, too," said Rebecca. She took a thoughtful sip from her water glass. "No, wait, arm wrestling. They're both big macho guys, I bet we could talk them into it."
Riza was fairly sure that at least one of their boyfriends had slightly more dignity than that.
"And hey, weights," said Rebecca. "How much can Miles bench-press?"
"I don't know," Riza lied.
"Okay, after lunch. I'm going to borrow a tape measure from Supplies. I'll do Jean, and you can do Miles. Care to bet?"
"No," said Riza. "And I don't want to hear any other measurements, either," she added quickly.
Rebecca raised both index fingers and started drawing them apart, one eyebrow raised.
Riza flipped up her menu like a shield.