Drabble: Numb3rs
Apr. 5th, 2011 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Amazing the difference a long weekend makes.
Getting my head back in the game with a drabble.
Fandom: Numb3rs
Characters: Colby, Nikki (Nikki/Liz, Colby/David implied)
Rating: PG13/R for language? (Gah, I hate rating fic)
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize, making no money.
A/N: Written for
numb3rs100. April monthly theme: Cop. Challenge pairing: Nikki/Liz.
Summary: Colby and Nikki, out drinkin'.
Nikki is really good at playing Quarters. Too good, Colby decides, after his fifth shot.
"I'll have you under the table in less than an hour, Idaho."
At this rate, she's probably right. Time to change tactics.
"So, is it the ex-cop thing that gets Liz all hot under the collar?"
Nikki's quarter skitters across the table, onto the floor.
"Excuse me, Granger?"
"You heard me. You think I can't figure it out when my partners are gettin' it on?"
"Jealous because you're missing Sinclair?"
"Jealous because I haven't got laid in... a while."
"Same difference."
Colby's quarter hits the floor. "Shit."
"Oooh, it looks like I figured out when my partners were getting it on, too."
"I confirm nothing."
Nikki snorts. Her next coin makes the glass. Colby drinks. Then Nikki misses.
Colby aims.
"It's the uniform. She likes to fuck me in the uniform."
Colby catches the quarter almost as soon as it's left his hand, closes his eyes and presses his wrist to his forehead, trying not to picture it.
"You cheat so fucking bad, Betancourt."
"And you're loving every minute of it." She waves to the bartender. "Can we get another round over here? My partner's buying."
Getting my head back in the game with a drabble.
Fandom: Numb3rs
Characters: Colby, Nikki (Nikki/Liz, Colby/David implied)
Rating: PG13/R for language? (Gah, I hate rating fic)
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize, making no money.
A/N: Written for
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Summary: Colby and Nikki, out drinkin'.
Nikki is really good at playing Quarters. Too good, Colby decides, after his fifth shot.
"I'll have you under the table in less than an hour, Idaho."
At this rate, she's probably right. Time to change tactics.
"So, is it the ex-cop thing that gets Liz all hot under the collar?"
Nikki's quarter skitters across the table, onto the floor.
"Excuse me, Granger?"
"You heard me. You think I can't figure it out when my partners are gettin' it on?"
"Jealous because you're missing Sinclair?"
"Jealous because I haven't got laid in... a while."
"Same difference."
Colby's quarter hits the floor. "Shit."
"Oooh, it looks like I figured out when my partners were getting it on, too."
"I confirm nothing."
Nikki snorts. Her next coin makes the glass. Colby drinks. Then Nikki misses.
Colby aims.
"It's the uniform. She likes to fuck me in the uniform."
Colby catches the quarter almost as soon as it's left his hand, closes his eyes and presses his wrist to his forehead, trying not to picture it.
"You cheat so fucking bad, Betancourt."
"And you're loving every minute of it." She waves to the bartender. "Can we get another round over here? My partner's buying."