Summary: While out for drinks on a Friday night, Tim, Tony and Gibbs make a friendly wager to see who is more successful at picking up a woman. Inspired by the Trace Adkins song "Swing."
Characters: Tim, Tony, Gibbs
Prologue: The Wager
The Thirsty Turtle was two blocks from the Navy Yard. The MCRT frequented it on Friday evenings, to unwind. This particular evening found Tim, Tony, and Gibbs, to their surprise, sitting in a corner booth together. Tony was drinking beer, Gibbs had a glass of bourbon and Tim had decided on rum and coke. They were all sitting quietly, sipping their respective drinks, when Tony's eyes wandered to a leggy blonde walking by the table. Gibbs head slapped him.
"Do you have to do that in public, Boss?"
"Put your eyes back in your head."
"Oh come on, we're off duty, and she's free."
"You'd never have a chance with her, DiNozzo," Gibbs said, taking a gulp of his bourbon.
"You don't know me very well then," Tony said, grinning as the blonde took a seat at a table with two other women. They were all very attractive. An idea sparked in Tony's head, and he grinned.
"What are you thinking, Tony? And it better not be me being your wing man again," Tim complained.
"How about a little wager, gentleman?"
"Forget it, DiNozzo."
"Oh come on! It'll be fun!"
Gibbs rolled his eyes.
"What is it?"
"We're all sitting here boasting about how good we are at catching a woman's eye—"
"You're boasting, DiNozzo," Gibbs corrected him.
"Whatever. Let's put it to the test. Last man to leave here tonight with a woman on his arm is the loser."
"And what does the loser have to do, DiNozzo?"
"How about – the loser has to run through the Navy Yard in the nude."
"Forget it, DiNozzo. That's immature."
"Don't lose then, Boss."
"I'm not doing it, Tony! No way!"
"Quit being a spoiled sport, McLame! That baby face of yours is sure to pick up the chicks!"
Tim and Gibbs exchanged glances, and nodded at each other in understanding.
"Okay, DiNozzo, it's a bet. Don't say we didn't warn you."
"May the best man win!"