Title: Unobtainable
Author: Marissa
E-mail: marissa113@hotmail.com
Spoilers: People v. Gunny
Rating: PG
Keywords: Humor
Summary: Two friends converse about the unobtainable
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Gunnery Sergeant Victor Galindez sat on the barstool
and nursed his beer. He
often came to this tiny bar around the corner from
his apartment whenever he
got bored. It somewhat reminded him of the bar he
and his friends used to go
to when he was a police officer in New Mexico. He
didn't keep in touch with
many of them, but he often missed their lively
company. The jingle of the
bell above the door caused him to look at the newest
incoming customer.
"Tiner?"
"Gunny?"
Victor was unsure who was more surprised to see who.
He waved him over.
"Have a seat. What brings you out here?"
"My apartment is a couple of blocks from here and
tonight seemed like a good
night to stop buy and grab a drink."
"No kidding," remarked the Gunny, "I live just
around the corner, on
Blakemore Street. What do you drink? I'll buy you
something."
"You don't have to do that, Gunny," said Tiner.
Gunny frowned. "Ahh, come on. Besides, I owe you."
Tiner didn't have to ask to know that he was
referring to the whole deal of
Gunny and Tiner's gay half-brother. "Well, whatever
you're having is fine."
Gunny patted Tiner on the back. "That's the spirit,"
he said, signaling the
bartender over. "This man will have a glass of the
house brew."
Tiner watched as the bartender filled the glass,
pushing the frothy liquid
over to him when he finished. He took a long swallow
and sighed heavily as
he set his glass back down.
"Rough day?" asked Gunny.
Tiner smiled. He had always liked the Gunny and
often wished they hadn't
started off like they did. "You could say that.
You?"
Gunny shrugged. "Nothin' special."
The doorbell jingled again and they both turned to
see who was coming in. It
was Sarah Mackenzie. She didn't look their way,
instead walking back to a
small booth in the back corner. Gunny and Tiner's
eyes met for a brief
second before they returned to their original
positions. It was only a
second, but it was long enough for both men to tell
what the other was
thinking.
"So how long have you felt that way about the
Colonel?" Gunny asked Tiner.
"Since about the first time I saw her. You?"
"The same." It was hard not to like Mac. She was a
excellent lawyer, smart,
funny and very beautiful.
"It's too bad she's already spoken for," sighed
Tiner.
"You can say that again." Both men knew whom the
other was referring to;
Harmon Rabb. Everyone knew the two of them, Mac and
Harm, belonged together,
even if the two didn't know it themselves.
"Do you ever think we might have a chance?" Tiner
asked Gunny.
Gunny laughed, but not loud enough for Mac to hear
from where she sat.
"Tiner, the time when you or I get a chance with
Colonel Mackenzie is when
hell freezes over."
Tiner chuckled. "Yeah, but I can always dream. I
take it you're in the
office pool?"
The office pool was the bet that everyone had going
as to when the Commander
and Colonel would get together. Word had it that it
was now up to nearly two
hundred dollars. "Of course, but I think I can
pretty much count myself out
because this is the week I picked."
The both watched Mac in silence. She was still
unaware of their presence.
They were both so busy staring that they didn't hear
the door bell. The man
that entered took a cursory glance around before
spotting the person he had
come to see. It was Tiner that finally noticed him.
"Hey Gunny, isn't that..."
"Harm?" The Gunny finished his sentence for him.
"What's he doing here?"
They both watched as Harm walked over to where Mac
sat. She stood up to meet
him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before they
both sat down. Gunny
looked at Tiner and Tiner looked at Gunny.
"No way," said Tiner. "Do you just see that?"
Gunny grinned and slapped Tiner on the back. "Looks
like you owe me two
hundred bucks."
THE END
Author: Marissa
E-mail: marissa113@hotmail.com
Spoilers: People v. Gunny
Rating: PG
Keywords: Humor
Summary: Two friends converse about the unobtainable
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Gunnery Sergeant Victor Galindez sat on the barstool
and nursed his beer. He
often came to this tiny bar around the corner from
his apartment whenever he
got bored. It somewhat reminded him of the bar he
and his friends used to go
to when he was a police officer in New Mexico. He
didn't keep in touch with
many of them, but he often missed their lively
company. The jingle of the
bell above the door caused him to look at the newest
incoming customer.
"Tiner?"
"Gunny?"
Victor was unsure who was more surprised to see who.
He waved him over.
"Have a seat. What brings you out here?"
"My apartment is a couple of blocks from here and
tonight seemed like a good
night to stop buy and grab a drink."
"No kidding," remarked the Gunny, "I live just
around the corner, on
Blakemore Street. What do you drink? I'll buy you
something."
"You don't have to do that, Gunny," said Tiner.
Gunny frowned. "Ahh, come on. Besides, I owe you."
Tiner didn't have to ask to know that he was
referring to the whole deal of
Gunny and Tiner's gay half-brother. "Well, whatever
you're having is fine."
Gunny patted Tiner on the back. "That's the spirit,"
he said, signaling the
bartender over. "This man will have a glass of the
house brew."
Tiner watched as the bartender filled the glass,
pushing the frothy liquid
over to him when he finished. He took a long swallow
and sighed heavily as
he set his glass back down.
"Rough day?" asked Gunny.
Tiner smiled. He had always liked the Gunny and
often wished they hadn't
started off like they did. "You could say that.
You?"
Gunny shrugged. "Nothin' special."
The doorbell jingled again and they both turned to
see who was coming in. It
was Sarah Mackenzie. She didn't look their way,
instead walking back to a
small booth in the back corner. Gunny and Tiner's
eyes met for a brief
second before they returned to their original
positions. It was only a
second, but it was long enough for both men to tell
what the other was
thinking.
"So how long have you felt that way about the
Colonel?" Gunny asked Tiner.
"Since about the first time I saw her. You?"
"The same." It was hard not to like Mac. She was a
excellent lawyer, smart,
funny and very beautiful.
"It's too bad she's already spoken for," sighed
Tiner.
"You can say that again." Both men knew whom the
other was referring to;
Harmon Rabb. Everyone knew the two of them, Mac and
Harm, belonged together,
even if the two didn't know it themselves.
"Do you ever think we might have a chance?" Tiner
asked Gunny.
Gunny laughed, but not loud enough for Mac to hear
from where she sat.
"Tiner, the time when you or I get a chance with
Colonel Mackenzie is when
hell freezes over."
Tiner chuckled. "Yeah, but I can always dream. I
take it you're in the
office pool?"
The office pool was the bet that everyone had going
as to when the Commander
and Colonel would get together. Word had it that it
was now up to nearly two
hundred dollars. "Of course, but I think I can
pretty much count myself out
because this is the week I picked."
The both watched Mac in silence. She was still
unaware of their presence.
They were both so busy staring that they didn't hear
the door bell. The man
that entered took a cursory glance around before
spotting the person he had
come to see. It was Tiner that finally noticed him.
"Hey Gunny, isn't that..."
"Harm?" The Gunny finished his sentence for him.
"What's he doing here?"
They both watched as Harm walked over to where Mac
sat. She stood up to meet
him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before they
both sat down. Gunny
looked at Tiner and Tiner looked at Gunny.
"No way," said Tiner. "Do you just see that?"
Gunny grinned and slapped Tiner on the back. "Looks
like you owe me two
hundred bucks."
THE END