I've got a lotta ficlets lying around that I would like to post but haven't because they're to short yo deserve their own story.
So, I got the brilliant idea (I hate it) to post all of them in one story all on it's own.
Here you go, then.
ENJOY.
Title: Getting Dark
Word Count: 270
Warnings: Gen, possibly pre-slash and drunkenness.
Jim leaned against Bones drunkenly, gesturing at his friend with a slosh of his beer. "So whaddya say, huh?" he asked slowly. "You n' me, Bones? I think we shuld-d try it, yanno? Try to be ta-ta-tagther."
Bones stared blearily back at Jim, squinting his eyes in an attempt to focus the blurry yellow blob Jim had become. "No, no," he said, holding up a hand to push Jim away but just ended up planting his palm against Jim's face. "No, no, no…no."
"Why not?" Jim sputtered from behind Bones' hand, trying to push it away but only unsettling himself in his stool and nearly tipping over. He barely saved himself by grabbing the bar with both hands. "I think, I think we'd be good." He snickered, leaning back against Bones. "Gooood. So good. Good."
"No," Bones repeated, he lowered his head and squinched his eyes closed, then raised it without opening his eyes and dropped it again. He tried in vain to remember what he was going to say. "No," he said suddenly as he remembered, Jim—who had lost interest—jumped and turned unbalanced in Bones' direction. "You don't wanna walk down this road, kid." Bones jabbed a finger against Jim's cheek. "It'ssa long, long way back," he said and turned his finger to point to the other side of the room, a mere ten feet away. "And it's gettin' dark."
The lights in the bar had actually just gone out, then, and they both toppled over in surprise as the bartender bellowed for them to get out. They landed on the floor in a hard, laughing pile.
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