There was a live string quartet playing in the corner, the wait staff were attentive, the food was divine and her date looked devastating in his tux… John had sure pulled out all the stops to make this a memorable birthday. They were lingering over coffee and dessert when he pulled the small package from his jacket. "Many happy returns, Joss."
She was slightly taken aback, but she carefully pulled the object from its wrapping.
"You're kidding. You have got to be kidding." Joss' brown eyes suddenly narrowed. "Did you buy this at the same time as Zoe's one?"
"Well, um..." Reese found himself shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Maybe the two-for-the-price-of-one clearance special on that website hadn't been such a great idea after all.
To his relief, Joss' expression suddenly cleared. She gazed down at the pink taser in her hand and her lips parted in a delighted smile. "Never mind, John. I'm sure it'll come in really useful."
Still smiling, she reached across the table. "Here, take a look..."
He didn't realise what was happening until he heard the sizzle of the taser. As he slumped to the floor he thought he heard Joss mutter to herself. "Thought it would be a grenade launcher and he gives me a dumbass taser? In pink? Really, John..." As he slipped into unconsciousness he was dimly aware of her stepping neatly over him and walking away.
A/N: This is a little late for Taraji P. Henson's birthday, but better late than never, right? Inspired by a recent Careese chat. Hope you all like!