Fic: Monday Night At Smokey Joe's

[rivlee]

Author: rivlee

Title: Monday Night At Smokey Joe’s

Rating: PG-13 for language

Characters/Pairing: Team Leckie, Harry Welsh, Smokey Gordon, Joe Dominguez, George Luz, Poke Espera. Mostly Gen. Chuckler/Runner and Harry/Kitty implied.

Summary: This ain’t no Friends episode. Part of the Modern AU

Disclaimer: This is all fiction based off the characters

Comments

[canadasuperhero]

Aw, Leckie. I wouldn't let anyone know I worked with Webster at a paper called The Grassy Knoll either, it's okay.

The following lines created the most AMAZING mental images, you don't even know:
she is my white whale I couldn't help it, I just sort of imagined this cracky whaling scene with Kitty jumping out of the ocean in the distance and Leckie standing in the forefront with cork pipe, harpoon and bright yellow rain jacket. I'm SORRY.
you almost felt like you were seeing a tiny, Irish badass version of The Godfather. I imagine one day someone will wake up with a horsehead in this universe while Harry giggles somewhere in the distance.

And the Marine Special coffee! The minute he said it I just imagined cups of tar.

Hahaha, I bet Hoosier watches that video later with a tear in his eye.

<333

[canadasuperhero]

....That wasn't a terribly coherent comment was it. What I meant to say was that I enjoyed this and (squints) possibly a few less instances of 'I imagine'.

I totally meant it about not telling anyone I worked with Webster, though.

[rivlee]

Leckie is not at all proud about working not only with Webster, but on the paper Webster started. Still, it's a paycheck, and pretty much everyone he cares about is in the D.C.-Metro Area, so he just tells everyone he works for an idependent publication.

I am glad you enjoyed it! It was def. meant to bring the crack and the smiles. (And Harry would so do that, only, it would probably be a stuffed horsehead b/c Kitty and Winters do have some form of control).

And Hoosier so went home and wept manly tears of pride while watching that video.

[canadasuperhero]

<3 This AU forever. (I love that Kitty and Dick share joint control over shenanigans. The mental image that they have occasional secret coffee meetings and discuss aforementioned shenanigans and thus appear omniscient to everyone else at all times is so much what I need in life)

[uniformly]

FINALLY GETTING TO READ THIS. AAAAAAH, SHAN. I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL YOUR VERSE HITS THESE GUYS♥♥

MY FAVOURITE PARTS:

“Can you imagine if we tried to get Hoosier to quit,” Runner asked.

“I will kill you in your sleep,” Hoosier said.

“You’ll have to go through Lew first,” Runner said.

“Chuckler is easily distracted by ice cream and shiny things,” Hoosier said. “He’d never see the arsenic coming.”

LOL CHUCKLER. YOU ARE DISTRACTED BY ICE CREAM AND SHINY THINGS. THAT'S WHY RUNNER LOVES YOU, OK. IT'S ADORABLE (please tell me you're going to have at least a little piece dedicated to when Runner and Chuckler hook up/how they meet?) - NEVERMIND THE FACT HOOSIER CAN TAKE COMPLETE ADVANTAGE OF IT

Nothing was out of the ordinary, except for the fact that he was holding a puppy.

Hoosier put out his cigar and stood up. “Gimme,” he ordered.

WHO'S ADORABLE HERE? HOOSIER'S ADORABLE HERE. HIM DEMANDING THE PUPPY WITH HIS HANDS OUTSTRETCHED AND THAT PLAIN LOOK ON HIS FACE MAKES ME LOL♥.

LUCKY LECKIE-SMITH. JUST. ♥

/ABUSES CAPS FOREVER

[rivlee]

I am glad you liked it, Nat!

Seriously, it's going to be insane when the 'verse finally hits the DC-area, because there is just SO MUCH GOING ON, OMG but it will be a delight to write more Team Leckie.

(And of course there will be a fic of how/when Runner/Chuckler hooked up. They all served in Iraq together, but how Runner/Chuckler actually got together partly involves the old, romantic soul of one Gunny Haney.)

Hoosier clearly demands all the puppies in the world. And Lucky Leckie-Smith will obvs be taking over the world some day.

[skylilies]

totally not lying when i say i go and reread your fic much too often HAD TO COMMENT BECAUSE:

Nothing was out of the ordinary, except for the fact that he was holding a puppy.

Hoosier put out his cigar and stood up. “Gimme,” he ordered.

+

When you sat with him in Smokey Joe’s backroom, drinking scotch, smoking cigars, and playing cards, you almost felt like you were seeing a tiny, Irish badass version of The Godfather.

+

“Leckie,” Hoosier said while placing a hand on his shoulder, “you are never go to find her. Just give up.”

“She is my white whale,” Leckie said with absolute solemnity

+

“Leckie, I may be here because I lost a bet with Hoosier and agreed to film his precious puppy’s every last moment of Training School, but do not sit there and try to get all White Man’s Problems on me,” Poke Espera said. “Because I am just not having that shit.”totally was in danger from choking on the water i was drinking, multiple times, from the lol-ing. pretty sure last time i read this i hadn't seen genkill yet/wasn't up on my minor

[rivlee]

This little fic, and the epic bitching that goes in the DC-Metro area, is one of my favs. in the modern au.

Glad you enjoyed it again, bb! (And that clearly I have superpowers, posting this on your birthday BEFORE I even knew you.)