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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: What in the 2020?
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Gen
Word Count: 523
Summary: The gang is sitting around after a long week having a few drinks.
Author’s Note: Written for the numbers challenge at 1_million_words. The final number for the year was 2020. Roughly based off a dumb meme I saw on Facebook a few dozen times.
“This year has been something else,” James groaned as he dropped onto the couch, exhausted. “I don’t even know if I’m going to survive until New Year’s.”
“Please,” Andrej begged, “do not even put that thought out into the universe.”
“No joke,” Trish said. She brought a pitcher of margaritas into the living room and set it on the coffee table. She politely ignored the way that Andrej cringed as she did so. “You can’t take any chances with a year like this one.”
“Amen to that,” Hilary said, following on her partner’s heels. She held a bottle of water out to Andrej who gratefully accepted it. “No telling what kind of mischief 2020 has up her sleeve the next couple days.”
“Which makes me wonder,” Zayne began, causing everyone to groan. “Hear me out,” he grumbled.
“Every time we do that, cowboy, someone ends up naked,” James laughed.
“Not it,” Trish and Hilary shouted in unison before dissolving into giggles.
Andrej looked at the pitcher of margaritas as if reconsidering his earlier rejection of the alcohol.
“Seriously,” Zayne said, reaching for the pitcher. “This year has been such a royal bitch, I was wondering when we got to use it as the swear word it’s become.” He filled each glass while James passed them around the room.
“What are you talking about,” James asked.
“Please explain,” Andrej said. “I am confused, as I so often am when it comes to certain American expressions.”
“You know,” Zayne began, taking a long sip off his drink. “Oooh, not enough tequila, Rollins, but not bad either.”
“Anyway,” Hilary drawled.
“Right, so, I mean, this year has been confusing and aggravating, it’s turned into a curse all its own. Like, ‘what in the 2020 is this shit?’ when you see something you can’t explain.”
“Your attitude is so 2020,” Trish snorted.
“Or just ‘2020!’ instead of your favorite swear word,” James offered.
Hilary laughed. “I think for once Zayne might be on to something.”
Andrej sighed and reached for the pitcher of margaritas.
“Wait,” James said, frowning. “I thought you didn’t want to drink tonight. Are you okay?”
“I am fine for the moment,” he said, forcing a smile. “However, the four of you are nuts and I am not sure how much more of this I can endure without joining you.”
“Zek’s been 2020’d,” Zayne snorted. He lifted his glass. “A toast to our poor, abused baby Zek?”
“To a better 2021,” Hilary added, lifting her glass.
“And for the rest of this year to not go off the rails,” James chimed in.
“Peace, happiness, and prosperity,” Trish said, adding her glass to the mix. “Or even one of the three, I’m not picky.”
“Noroc,” Andrej added. It meant good luck and god only knew, they were going to need it. He lifted his glass as well and the others gently clinked theirs against his in hope of a better year ahead.
“Damnit,” Zayne muttered. “Such a 2020 – no one thought to make nachos.”
Everyone fell quiet, watching Zayne, until Andrej let out an ungentlemanly snort of amusement. “I think I finally get it, Zayne.”
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Gen
Word Count: 523
Summary: The gang is sitting around after a long week having a few drinks.
Author’s Note: Written for the numbers challenge at 1_million_words. The final number for the year was 2020. Roughly based off a dumb meme I saw on Facebook a few dozen times.
“This year has been something else,” James groaned as he dropped onto the couch, exhausted. “I don’t even know if I’m going to survive until New Year’s.”
“Please,” Andrej begged, “do not even put that thought out into the universe.”
“No joke,” Trish said. She brought a pitcher of margaritas into the living room and set it on the coffee table. She politely ignored the way that Andrej cringed as she did so. “You can’t take any chances with a year like this one.”
“Amen to that,” Hilary said, following on her partner’s heels. She held a bottle of water out to Andrej who gratefully accepted it. “No telling what kind of mischief 2020 has up her sleeve the next couple days.”
“Which makes me wonder,” Zayne began, causing everyone to groan. “Hear me out,” he grumbled.
“Every time we do that, cowboy, someone ends up naked,” James laughed.
“Not it,” Trish and Hilary shouted in unison before dissolving into giggles.
Andrej looked at the pitcher of margaritas as if reconsidering his earlier rejection of the alcohol.
“Seriously,” Zayne said, reaching for the pitcher. “This year has been such a royal bitch, I was wondering when we got to use it as the swear word it’s become.” He filled each glass while James passed them around the room.
“What are you talking about,” James asked.
“Please explain,” Andrej said. “I am confused, as I so often am when it comes to certain American expressions.”
“You know,” Zayne began, taking a long sip off his drink. “Oooh, not enough tequila, Rollins, but not bad either.”
“Anyway,” Hilary drawled.
“Right, so, I mean, this year has been confusing and aggravating, it’s turned into a curse all its own. Like, ‘what in the 2020 is this shit?’ when you see something you can’t explain.”
“Your attitude is so 2020,” Trish snorted.
“Or just ‘2020!’ instead of your favorite swear word,” James offered.
Hilary laughed. “I think for once Zayne might be on to something.”
Andrej sighed and reached for the pitcher of margaritas.
“Wait,” James said, frowning. “I thought you didn’t want to drink tonight. Are you okay?”
“I am fine for the moment,” he said, forcing a smile. “However, the four of you are nuts and I am not sure how much more of this I can endure without joining you.”
“Zek’s been 2020’d,” Zayne snorted. He lifted his glass. “A toast to our poor, abused baby Zek?”
“To a better 2021,” Hilary added, lifting her glass.
“And for the rest of this year to not go off the rails,” James chimed in.
“Peace, happiness, and prosperity,” Trish said, adding her glass to the mix. “Or even one of the three, I’m not picky.”
“Noroc,” Andrej added. It meant good luck and god only knew, they were going to need it. He lifted his glass as well and the others gently clinked theirs against his in hope of a better year ahead.
“Damnit,” Zayne muttered. “Such a 2020 – no one thought to make nachos.”
Everyone fell quiet, watching Zayne, until Andrej let out an ungentlemanly snort of amusement. “I think I finally get it, Zayne.”
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Date: 2020-12-30 02:42 pm (UTC)Or set it on fire if James tried to help him. Maybe they ought to enlist Hilary? After all those years with Zayne, I'm sure she can cook.