Original: Date Night (Ken, Craig, and Tony) PG
Title: Date Night
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Ken, Craig, and Tony
Rating: PG
Summary: Ken's got a date, and the bets are on.
Warning: *Written for Round Three of love_bingo. Prompt: date night Original titles are wholly unoriginal.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is bizarra's. Mwahaha!! Inspiration comes from a minivan at Downtown Disney, and bizarra's entry for the Make Your Own Fandom challenge at womenverse, with thanks.
Ken stood and pulled his jacket from the back of the desk chair. "Who's the lucky princess, tonight?" Craig asked without looking up from the report he was working on.
Across the room, Tony was leaning back in his own chair, feet propped on the desk in front of him. "Nah, lucky girl tonight is one of the girls from the parade," he countered with a smirk.
Craig looked up from his work with a half-scowl. "The princesses are in the parade, Tony." Tony responded with a dirty look and chucked a crumpled piece of paper at Craig, smacking the older man in the forehead.
Ken rolled his eyes and smiled as Craig threw the paper back at Tony. "You're both wrong, boys," he announced proudly. Fixing his collar, Ken leaned down to pull his wallet and keys from the desk drawer.
"That brunette who's been giving you the free popcorn down by Pecos?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. Ken rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Probably that South African lifeguard over at Typhoon," Craig replied, once again facing his report.
Ken made a face and glanced between them. "I'm not sure I appreciate the implications around here that I'm a tramp!" Tony started laughing so hard he had to bring his legs down from the desk so the chair didn't tip back.
"No implications here." Tony shook his head, once he had stopped laughing. "Flat out stating," he added quickly, with a nod. Ken gave his friend a shocked look and twisted to look at Craig, who was also nodding.
"I feel uncomfortable in the workplace," he deadpanned. He knew he had a reputation for dating a different girl every few nights. But, why be tied down? He was always up front with every girl he went out with that it was just a date. If there was more, there was. If not, no big deal.
After all, he was married to his work, just the same as his co-workers.
"Would you like the number for your Union rep?" Craig asked as Tony leaned back to pull one of the incident report forms from the file cabinet.
Ken threw both of them a dirty look and shoved his wallet into his back pocket. "And you both wonder why you're alone tonight."
"Alone?" Tony asked, looking at Craig. Shaking his head, he looked back to Ken. "I'm not alone. Craig, beer after work?"
Craig nodded. "Beer." Though, he did wonder where the girls were tonight, and what trouble they might be getting into.
Tony looked back to Ken. "See? Not alone." Ken rolled his eyes again and moved toward the door.
"Oh, by the way," he said as he pulled the door open, "Trapeze artist over at Cirque. She's real flexible," he added, giving them both a smirk as he pulled the door shut. "See you tomorrow, idiots," he called over his shoulder just before the door clicked, leaving the two baffled men to simply stare at each other.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Ken, Craig, and Tony
Rating: PG
Summary: Ken's got a date, and the bets are on.
Warning: *Written for Round Three of love_bingo. Prompt: date night Original titles are wholly unoriginal.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is bizarra's. Mwahaha!! Inspiration comes from a minivan at Downtown Disney, and bizarra's entry for the Make Your Own Fandom challenge at womenverse, with thanks.
Ken stood and pulled his jacket from the back of the desk chair. "Who's the lucky princess, tonight?" Craig asked without looking up from the report he was working on.
Across the room, Tony was leaning back in his own chair, feet propped on the desk in front of him. "Nah, lucky girl tonight is one of the girls from the parade," he countered with a smirk.
Craig looked up from his work with a half-scowl. "The princesses are in the parade, Tony." Tony responded with a dirty look and chucked a crumpled piece of paper at Craig, smacking the older man in the forehead.
Ken rolled his eyes and smiled as Craig threw the paper back at Tony. "You're both wrong, boys," he announced proudly. Fixing his collar, Ken leaned down to pull his wallet and keys from the desk drawer.
"That brunette who's been giving you the free popcorn down by Pecos?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. Ken rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Probably that South African lifeguard over at Typhoon," Craig replied, once again facing his report.
Ken made a face and glanced between them. "I'm not sure I appreciate the implications around here that I'm a tramp!" Tony started laughing so hard he had to bring his legs down from the desk so the chair didn't tip back.
"No implications here." Tony shook his head, once he had stopped laughing. "Flat out stating," he added quickly, with a nod. Ken gave his friend a shocked look and twisted to look at Craig, who was also nodding.
"I feel uncomfortable in the workplace," he deadpanned. He knew he had a reputation for dating a different girl every few nights. But, why be tied down? He was always up front with every girl he went out with that it was just a date. If there was more, there was. If not, no big deal.
After all, he was married to his work, just the same as his co-workers.
"Would you like the number for your Union rep?" Craig asked as Tony leaned back to pull one of the incident report forms from the file cabinet.
Ken threw both of them a dirty look and shoved his wallet into his back pocket. "And you both wonder why you're alone tonight."
"Alone?" Tony asked, looking at Craig. Shaking his head, he looked back to Ken. "I'm not alone. Craig, beer after work?"
Craig nodded. "Beer." Though, he did wonder where the girls were tonight, and what trouble they might be getting into.
Tony looked back to Ken. "See? Not alone." Ken rolled his eyes again and moved toward the door.
"Oh, by the way," he said as he pulled the door open, "Trapeze artist over at Cirque. She's real flexible," he added, giving them both a smirk as he pulled the door shut. "See you tomorrow, idiots," he called over his shoulder just before the door clicked, leaving the two baffled men to simply stare at each other.