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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Twenty-Nine Files
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 673
Summary: Andrej has a ton of work to do and isn’t feeling it.
Author’s Note: Written for the numbers challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words. I stopped drinking soda in 1992 but, before I gave it up, my poison of choice was always Dr. Pepper. Oh, and that cheap ass Shasta my mom bought when we couldn’t afford anything name brand. I still crave that strawberry stuff sometimes. And it’s raining in the desert. Just yanno, so ya know.
“One more complete,” he said, placing the report in the proper filing bin. “Only thirty more to go.”
“Twenty-nine,” Zayne corrected, taking one folder off the edge of Andrej’s desk. “Let me help.”
“Don’t trust him, Andy,” Trish said on her way to the breakroom. “He never helps without a reason.”
“She’s right,” Hilary agreed, hot on the heels of her partner. “You want some coffee?”
“No thanks,” Zayne said, opening the file on his own desk. “But could you grab one of those cans of DP I stashed in the fridge this morning?”
Trish narrowed her eyes at her ex-boyfriend. “I forget he’s from Texas sometimes,” she laughed. “No one else drinks that nasty soda.”
“Hey,” he whined. “I happen to like it better than that Pepsi crap you drink. And besides, I ran out of IBC Root Beer.”
Hilary started to respond and thought better of it. “Andy, do you want anything?”
“No,” he replied, smiling. “I’d rather not get Zayne riled up over my choice of drinks again, but thank you.”
“Coffee,” Zayne said, tapping a pen against the open file, “I get. But tea? What the hell, Zek, you’re not British.”
“People other than the British drink tea, Reyes.” Hilary rolled her eyes and walked towards the breakroom.
“Why do you drink that stuff anyway?”
Zeklos shrugged. “It gets cold in Romania in the wintertime,” he reminded his partner. “My sister said it snowed in her letter.” Actually, she said they’d had more snow this year than she’d ever remembered, making him extra thankful he’d not only left Europe but moved as far west as he could. Walking to and from school in a battered, hand me down jacket was his least favorite part of the year.
“Yeah, whatever,” Zayne muttered, looking up when Hilary placed a can of soda in front of him. “Thanks,” he said, winking.
“Welcome, Reyes,” she said, shaking her head. “You sure you don’t want a drink, Andy?”
“I’m fine,” he repeated. “If you are not busy, I do believe that Zayne was about to remind me of that one time someone witnessed snow furries – flurries,” he corrected himself before anyone could make fun of him, “in Houston. It is always an entertaining story.”
Although it wasn’t half as entertaining as seeing Zayne’s enchantment the first time he saw snow fall in the valley. God, he’d been a lovesick fool back in those days. Not that he was much better now, but at least today, the feelings were somewhat reciprocated by the handsome cowboy.
“I’m sure it is,” she laughed. “But Trish and I are on our way out. I’d say have fun but seeing that mound of paperwork you’ve got, I’d probably get something thrown at me.”
“Be safe,” Andrej said, waving as she and Trish left.
Turning to his computer, Zeklos got back to work, banging out the report in record time. “Twenty-eight,” he said, shoulders slumping. He’d been working on their backlog of reports all morning and the pile wasn’t getting any smaller as far as he could tell. Maybe if Zayne really put some effort in, they could finish by five o’clock.
“Twenty-nine,” Reyes said, tossing the file he’d taken onto the top of the pile. “Sorry man, but these things test my patience. I’ll be back in a bit, with food.”
Andrej started after his departing boyfriend and partner. Rubbing the side of his neck, Zeklos contemplated all the ways in which he could murder the Texans and then hide his body. Maybe James would help if he was asked nicely? “Nu,” he muttered, not bothering to forcibly switch back to English. Let Zayne return to hear him ranting in his native tongue. It’d serve him right for bailing when there was work to be done.
On second thought…
Andrej grabbed his cell phone and shot off a quick text.
I do not know where you’re going, but when you return, you’d better have pie.
If he couldn’t get help, at least he could get a little dessert.
Maybe.
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 673
Summary: Andrej has a ton of work to do and isn’t feeling it.
Author’s Note: Written for the numbers challenge at
1_million_words. I stopped drinking soda in 1992 but, before I gave it up, my poison of choice was always Dr. Pepper. Oh, and that cheap ass Shasta my mom bought when we couldn’t afford anything name brand. I still crave that strawberry stuff sometimes. And it’s raining in the desert. Just yanno, so ya know.“One more complete,” he said, placing the report in the proper filing bin. “Only thirty more to go.”
“Twenty-nine,” Zayne corrected, taking one folder off the edge of Andrej’s desk. “Let me help.”
“Don’t trust him, Andy,” Trish said on her way to the breakroom. “He never helps without a reason.”
“She’s right,” Hilary agreed, hot on the heels of her partner. “You want some coffee?”
“No thanks,” Zayne said, opening the file on his own desk. “But could you grab one of those cans of DP I stashed in the fridge this morning?”
Trish narrowed her eyes at her ex-boyfriend. “I forget he’s from Texas sometimes,” she laughed. “No one else drinks that nasty soda.”
“Hey,” he whined. “I happen to like it better than that Pepsi crap you drink. And besides, I ran out of IBC Root Beer.”
Hilary started to respond and thought better of it. “Andy, do you want anything?”
“No,” he replied, smiling. “I’d rather not get Zayne riled up over my choice of drinks again, but thank you.”
“Coffee,” Zayne said, tapping a pen against the open file, “I get. But tea? What the hell, Zek, you’re not British.”
“People other than the British drink tea, Reyes.” Hilary rolled her eyes and walked towards the breakroom.
“Why do you drink that stuff anyway?”
Zeklos shrugged. “It gets cold in Romania in the wintertime,” he reminded his partner. “My sister said it snowed in her letter.” Actually, she said they’d had more snow this year than she’d ever remembered, making him extra thankful he’d not only left Europe but moved as far west as he could. Walking to and from school in a battered, hand me down jacket was his least favorite part of the year.
“Yeah, whatever,” Zayne muttered, looking up when Hilary placed a can of soda in front of him. “Thanks,” he said, winking.
“Welcome, Reyes,” she said, shaking her head. “You sure you don’t want a drink, Andy?”
“I’m fine,” he repeated. “If you are not busy, I do believe that Zayne was about to remind me of that one time someone witnessed snow furries – flurries,” he corrected himself before anyone could make fun of him, “in Houston. It is always an entertaining story.”
Although it wasn’t half as entertaining as seeing Zayne’s enchantment the first time he saw snow fall in the valley. God, he’d been a lovesick fool back in those days. Not that he was much better now, but at least today, the feelings were somewhat reciprocated by the handsome cowboy.
“I’m sure it is,” she laughed. “But Trish and I are on our way out. I’d say have fun but seeing that mound of paperwork you’ve got, I’d probably get something thrown at me.”
“Be safe,” Andrej said, waving as she and Trish left.
Turning to his computer, Zeklos got back to work, banging out the report in record time. “Twenty-eight,” he said, shoulders slumping. He’d been working on their backlog of reports all morning and the pile wasn’t getting any smaller as far as he could tell. Maybe if Zayne really put some effort in, they could finish by five o’clock.
“Twenty-nine,” Reyes said, tossing the file he’d taken onto the top of the pile. “Sorry man, but these things test my patience. I’ll be back in a bit, with food.”
Andrej started after his departing boyfriend and partner. Rubbing the side of his neck, Zeklos contemplated all the ways in which he could murder the Texans and then hide his body. Maybe James would help if he was asked nicely? “Nu,” he muttered, not bothering to forcibly switch back to English. Let Zayne return to hear him ranting in his native tongue. It’d serve him right for bailing when there was work to be done.
On second thought…
Andrej grabbed his cell phone and shot off a quick text.
I do not know where you’re going, but when you return, you’d better have pie.
If he couldn’t get help, at least he could get a little dessert.
Maybe.
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Date: 2017-01-13 02:11 am (UTC)I'm still fond of DP, but high blood pressure prevents me from drinking it.
Andy Deaned Zayne. That's so cute.
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Date: 2017-01-13 09:06 pm (UTC)Ugh, high blood pressure isn't any fun. Better off without the soda! 99% of the time, I don't miss soda at all, and then my kid comes home with a DP from 7-11 and I can smell it... Not worth it though, the carbonation makes my tummy hurt.
Hah - I love how you put that. Very accurate. Love me some pie. :D