TWW FIC: Guy Talk
Title: Guy Talk
Author: shutterbug_12
Characters: Cliff and Leo
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Only borrowing. Make love, not lawsuits.
Summary: Nothin' but a friendly thing.
Author's Note: Written for magisterequitum at ww_secretsanta. Feedback and concrit is love.
"Mr. McGarry."
"Mr. Calley," Leo said as Cliff cruised past the Roosevelt Room and into his peripheral vision. "I believe we were interrupted earlier."
"Were we?"
"You were about to share the name of your tailor before CJ cut to business," he said with a smirk as he strolled toward the lobby.
Cliff answered the smirk with a smile of his own. "Women," he remarked.
"I don't understand it." Leo slowed to a stop in the lobby behind the security desk. "They say they want their men to look sharp, but parade a finely tailored suit in front of them? Three pieces, pinstriped, with a nice tie? No appreciation."
"A damn shame."
"Listen," Leo said, quickly peeking at his wristwatch. "I have a--"
"Of course."
"We could catch up on your first day."
"No, no," Cliff said. His hand dipped into his jacket pocket and emerged with a box of M&Ms. He shook it like a mini-maraca. "I'm not taking the job. I got what I came for."
Leo smiled before he turned and ambled toward the hall. "See you later, kid."
Author: shutterbug_12
Characters: Cliff and Leo
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Only borrowing. Make love, not lawsuits.
Summary: Nothin' but a friendly thing.
Author's Note: Written for magisterequitum at ww_secretsanta. Feedback and concrit is love.
"Mr. McGarry."
"Mr. Calley," Leo said as Cliff cruised past the Roosevelt Room and into his peripheral vision. "I believe we were interrupted earlier."
"Were we?"
"You were about to share the name of your tailor before CJ cut to business," he said with a smirk as he strolled toward the lobby.
Cliff answered the smirk with a smile of his own. "Women," he remarked.
"I don't understand it." Leo slowed to a stop in the lobby behind the security desk. "They say they want their men to look sharp, but parade a finely tailored suit in front of them? Three pieces, pinstriped, with a nice tie? No appreciation."
"A damn shame."
"Listen," Leo said, quickly peeking at his wristwatch. "I have a--"
"Of course."
"We could catch up on your first day."
"No, no," Cliff said. His hand dipped into his jacket pocket and emerged with a box of M&Ms. He shook it like a mini-maraca. "I'm not taking the job. I got what I came for."
Leo smiled before he turned and ambled toward the hall. "See you later, kid."