AN: a drabble really - Comms chatter on a covert assignment
It's not that bad
"Clay, tell me again why, whenever we have one of these 'missions' I'm the one who ends up playing the drunk in the alcove."
Clay laughed at the semi-musical tone of Roque's voice as he complained.
"Because, Roque, people tend to leave you alone. We put Jensen in there odds are about 80/20 he gets rolled for whatever he's got. We put Pooch there and someone will inevitably want to take him home and make him cookies."
"And Cougar?"
Clay rolled his eyes and shook his head as he spoke into the radio. "Because every available woman, and more than a few men, will swarm said alcove vying for his attention."
"It is not that bad," Cougar objected.
"It is totally that bad," Jensen answered without looking away from the binoculars he had focused on Roque's position, watching for threats. "And don't raise that eyebrow at me, Mr. I can make any woman fall madly in love with me by smirking."
It is not that bad," Cougar again objected, but this time there was a question in his voice as he turned to Clay.
"It's almost that bad," Clay assured his sniper with a smirk of his own.