Disclaimer: I don't own them, they're just playing out with me.
"Pay Dirt"
1PP, Alex's Desk...
"Pay up, Bobby..." Alex held her hand out, wiggling her fingers expectantly, a smug smile on her lips.
"Nu-huh... what for?" he sulked, securing his hands firmly in his trouser pockets, his full bottom lip just the littlest bit prominent and looking an awful lot like her little nephew's... If that bottom lip sticks out anymore, Bobby, you're gonna trip over it...
"'Cos you bet me I couldn't go as long without skittles as you could without quoting the Smithsonian Magazine... and you caved first!" she crowed, poking him lightly to emphasise her victory.
"Did not!" he exhorted, beetling his brow and idly rubbing his chest where her finger had prodded him.
"Did too!!" she retorted, enjoying their undeniably childish exchange.
"What gave me away?" he grumbled, knowing he'd been caught. Damn my brain... couldn't I have kept it in my head just this once? He should know better than to think he could win a bet against Alex. She was most tenacious when challenged.
"You couldn't resist quoting the case of the librarian who foiled a book thief, Bobby..." she gloated.
Puzzling how she could possibly know that, he reluctantly took the large bag of Original Fruit Skittles (the original and best in her opinion, as she'd told him many a time...) from his suit coat pocket and handed them over, raising his palms in surrender.
She'd got him. She'd got him good.
In an instant, Eames had ripped open the bag of fruity morsels and was leaning back in her chair, savouring their tart perfection, all the while grinning her superiority.
She'd let him suffer a bit before letting him in on her newest secret.For little did Bobby know, there was a seventh subscriber these days...