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donutsweeper) wrote2008-07-21 11:13 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2008-07-21 11:13 pm
Rising to the Challenge
Title: Rising to the Challenge
Pairing/Warning/Rating: NCIS fandom, Abby/Tony, rated PG
Word Count: 400 (4x100)
Summary: When Abby proposes a bet Tony plans on winning it.
Author's Note: Written forncisdrabble100 challenge: electric. Both the bar and drink described within do exist. I speak from personal experience when I say they both should be avoided at all costs.
Abby wandered over to where Tony was playing bartender.
“What’ll it be, Abs? Your usual?”
“No.” She looked at him thoughtfully. “Something new, something different.”
Tony grinned. “Not a problem!” he said, reaching for a Collins glass.
“Really?” She leaned on the bar. “You really think you can make me a drink I’ve never had before?”
“I can guarantee it.”
“Want to bet?”
Tony’s eyebrows rose. “Depends. What do I get if I succeed?”
Abby grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, the tension between them practically crackling. “Anything you want, buster. Anything you want.”
“Oooh, my kind of stakes!”
Abby stared at the drink Tony set down. “What is it?”
“Not until you taste it and tell me if you’ve had it before.”
“Tony.” She managed to drag his name out for three syllables.
He reached over the bar and placed a finger over her lips to shush her. “Try it, you’ll like it.”
“But, I didn’t get to see you make it!”
“Abs! You wound me. You really think I’d make you something I wasn’t one hundred percent positive you’d like?”
“No....”
“Trust me?”
“Yes. But, it’s blue!”
“Technically, it’s electric blue, and you’re going to love it!”
“Well?” Tony awaited Abby’s verdict. “Have you had a drink like this before?”
“I’m thinking.” She took another small sip. “Don’t rush me.”
Tony just grinned. “I’ll just stand here imagining my reward, if you don’t mind.”
“It tastes a little bit like a Funky Cold Medina, no wait... a Blue Motorcycle, no that's not it either....”
“You’ll never guess,” Tony teased.
“Okay, fine. I give up. What is it?”
“An Electric Blue Long Island Ice Tea ala Abby.”
She laughed. “A what?”
“Well, I replaced the coca-cola with caf-pow since you hate cola....” He looked nervous.
“I love it!”
Tony watched as Abby picked an ice cube out of the glass and slowly sucked on it.
“So, what do I win?”
“Not so fast, buster. How on earth did you come up with a drink like this?”
“Hey, native Long Islander here, Abs.” Seeing her eyes narrow he added, “there was this bar there. Nearly all it served was different versions of Long Island Ice Teas.” He shrugged. “I thought you’d like the Electric Blue one.”
“You know me so well.” She leaned over the bar. “Now, for your prize,” she said, pulling him into a deep, long kiss.
Pairing/Warning/Rating: NCIS fandom, Abby/Tony, rated PG
Word Count: 400 (4x100)
Summary: When Abby proposes a bet Tony plans on winning it.
Author's Note: Written for
ncisdrabble100 challenge: electric. Both the bar and drink described within do exist. I speak from personal experience when I say they both should be avoided at all costs.Abby wandered over to where Tony was playing bartender.
“What’ll it be, Abs? Your usual?”
“No.” She looked at him thoughtfully. “Something new, something different.”
Tony grinned. “Not a problem!” he said, reaching for a Collins glass.
“Really?” She leaned on the bar. “You really think you can make me a drink I’ve never had before?”
“I can guarantee it.”
“Want to bet?”
Tony’s eyebrows rose. “Depends. What do I get if I succeed?”
Abby grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, the tension between them practically crackling. “Anything you want, buster. Anything you want.”
“Oooh, my kind of stakes!”
Abby stared at the drink Tony set down. “What is it?”
“Not until you taste it and tell me if you’ve had it before.”
“Tony.” She managed to drag his name out for three syllables.
He reached over the bar and placed a finger over her lips to shush her. “Try it, you’ll like it.”
“But, I didn’t get to see you make it!”
“Abs! You wound me. You really think I’d make you something I wasn’t one hundred percent positive you’d like?”
“No....”
“Trust me?”
“Yes. But, it’s blue!”
“Technically, it’s electric blue, and you’re going to love it!”
“Well?” Tony awaited Abby’s verdict. “Have you had a drink like this before?”
“I’m thinking.” She took another small sip. “Don’t rush me.”
Tony just grinned. “I’ll just stand here imagining my reward, if you don’t mind.”
“It tastes a little bit like a Funky Cold Medina, no wait... a Blue Motorcycle, no that's not it either....”
“You’ll never guess,” Tony teased.
“Okay, fine. I give up. What is it?”
“An Electric Blue Long Island Ice Tea ala Abby.”
She laughed. “A what?”
“Well, I replaced the coca-cola with caf-pow since you hate cola....” He looked nervous.
“I love it!”
Tony watched as Abby picked an ice cube out of the glass and slowly sucked on it.
“So, what do I win?”
“Not so fast, buster. How on earth did you come up with a drink like this?”
“Hey, native Long Islander here, Abs.” Seeing her eyes narrow he added, “there was this bar there. Nearly all it served was different versions of Long Island Ice Teas.” He shrugged. “I thought you’d like the Electric Blue one.”
“You know me so well.” She leaned over the bar. “Now, for your prize,” she said, pulling him into a deep, long kiss.
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