Mini-fic. Oh, wait, that's why they call it...
A drabble. Heh.
Title: Shirt or Skirt? / Choices
Author: lowbatterie
Pairing: ... dur, C/O.
Rating: PG-13, for what I've implied.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Yeah, right, I own them and they're still not on cable.
AN: I suppose it's implied that they're... --I'll tell you at the end.
Word Count: 121, totally unintentional grace. :D
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"Which do you want to go first, the shirt or the skirt?"
What or?
"Olivia?"
Shit. I'm not answering.
Casey arched a brow. "Shirt or skirt?"
Both.
Now a smile curled her lips. Uh oh. "You'd better decide, Detective Benson, or I think you forfeit a piece of your own clothing for violating the 30 second decision time period."
"Uh..." Why am I not answering?!
"Tick-tock, tick-tock," the attorney cooed, a full out grin showing off those perfect, white teeth.
I close my eyes and swallow hard, finally finding a voice. I say 'a' rather than 'my' because what was uttered was a hoarse, croaking cry of, "Shirt!" And I deny ever sounding that desperate to utter a single syllable. Ever.
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Do you get the implication now? We call it Texas-Hold-'Em down here.
Title: Shirt or Skirt? / Choices
Author: lowbatterie
Pairing: ... dur, C/O.
Rating: PG-13, for what I've implied.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Yeah, right, I own them and they're still not on cable.
AN: I suppose it's implied that they're... --I'll tell you at the end.
Word Count: 121, totally unintentional grace. :D
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"Which do you want to go first, the shirt or the skirt?"
What or?
"Olivia?"
Shit. I'm not answering.
Casey arched a brow. "Shirt or skirt?"
Both.
Now a smile curled her lips. Uh oh. "You'd better decide, Detective Benson, or I think you forfeit a piece of your own clothing for violating the 30 second decision time period."
"Uh..." Why am I not answering?!
"Tick-tock, tick-tock," the attorney cooed, a full out grin showing off those perfect, white teeth.
I close my eyes and swallow hard, finally finding a voice. I say 'a' rather than 'my' because what was uttered was a hoarse, croaking cry of, "Shirt!" And I deny ever sounding that desperate to utter a single syllable. Ever.
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Do you get the implication now? We call it Texas-Hold-'Em down here.