Drabble Challenge: 1-150
"The skirt is supposed to be this short."
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M'gann sighed heavily. "Uncle J'onn, the skirt is supposed to be this short."
Her uncle gave her a disapproving look and refused to budge from the doorway. M'gann struggled not to roll her eyes and simply frowned at him.
"You know they're waiting on me, right?" She tried for a more sly approach, telling him, "This is pretty rude, Uncle J'onn. I've already been keeping them waiting for the last 10 minutes," here she smoothed out her skirt and held her hands out apologetically. "No need to keep them waiting any longer, so…"
M'gann made to move around her uncle but he simply shifted his stance slightly and pursed his lips at her in, yep, even more disapproval.
"M'gann," he said, his entire being radiating sternness and disappointment. "All I'm asking is for you to change your skirt. It's not the end of the world." He crossed his arms and pointedly stared in the direction of her bedroom.
For a moment, neither of them moved. M'gann continued to frown and Uncle J'onn kept his firm stance until M'gann threw her hands up into the air and huffed out a "fine!" and went back to her room to change.
A minute later she emerged, mint green skirt falling below her knees and matching nicely with her navy blue top, and then Uncle J'onn moved away from the door.
She ran by him and was almost out the door before stopped her.
"M'gann?"
She turned back to him impatiently, face glowing joyfully, and J'onn hated to do it, but he had to say it.
"Yes, uncle?"
"That top? Did not match that skirt." And with that, he ushered his confused niece out the door and shut it softly.
On the other side of the door, M'gann stood frozen, her mind going over the skirt and top frantically until Artemis called out to her from the window of the waiting truck. M'gann's mind snapped back on track and she jogged carefully over to the running vehicle, her heels clacking on the pavement.
Artemis held open the door and helped M'gann into the middle seat, between herself and Kaldur.
Wally looked into the rear view mirror and grinned at them, "We ready to go or what?"
Artemis draped a black clothed arm over M'gann's shoulders and kissed her cheek, turning to Wally soon after.
"We're ready to go, Baywatch."
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an- and that night….. the team went out and got fucked up and definitely broke a dozen laws and uncle j'onn definitely said to himself: thank fuck I didn't let my niece out wearing a neon pink skirt with that dress top
but anyways it's a missart drabble challenge and they won't all be good but I will try
