This is my first attempt to write anything in months, I know its rough. This is in response to a reviewer of my story Thermometer's request for something more than just a oneshot, something that started at the roots of Annie and Auggie's friendship, and built its way up to, well, more and beyond. I'm usually not one for such off track from the actual tv show stuff, but I figured I'd try my hand. What do you think? Please be brutally honest, like it, hate it, how true am I to the characters, etc. In short, I beseech you, REVIEW!
P.S. I realize this is short for a first chapter, but its a tester, nothing more, it will or won't continue based on your reception of it
"Completely uncalled for."
"Uhh! It was so called for! You up and left me at the table, to go get 'refills'," The last word emphasized with air-quotes made by an exasperated blond, the gesture itself totally wasted upon her companion.
"I look over at the bar 5 minutes later, wondering what's taking so long, and there you are, chatting up the barmaid!"
The dark-eyed youthful man making the trek into CIA headquarters with the blond suddenly forgot the need to lightly grip her elbow in his large hand, and came stumbling to a stop. The man then made a grand gesture of turning his head towards her with and exaggerated sway, and said, a huge grin blossoming on his face,
"Miss Anne Catherine Walker, you jest. Barmaid?"
Annie looked flustered, opening and closing her mouth for a split second before she could get her bearings in the conversation.
"What? Why did you say it like that?" she asked huffily.
"Oh nothing, I just didn't know that we were back in the dark ages, is all. Spfft. Barmaid. I'll have to ensure that gets put on the list, with all the other Annie-isms."
"What? That's what my dad called them, I just, never got out of the habit of, would you stop with the evil li—hey, August Anderson, don't you dare laugh at me—ugh, you know, you can forget me getting your coffee tomorrow, just you wait." Sometime during their dispute they forgot entering the HQ doors entirely, and had come face to face, Annie eyeballing her verbal attacker, said attacker holding one hand dramatically to his sternum, trying to stifle the giggles erupting from his chest. Unfortunately for him, the poor man couldn't see the flash of inspiration and mischief crinkle the corners of her almond colored eyes. Suddenly Annie took one small step forward, for that's all it took to put her chest to chest with her offender. She then stood on her tiptoes, still dwarfed by him despite her 4 inch loboutins, and whispered in a "I'm sexy and your dead" voice, "You'll be longing for that wonderful, rich dark french roast with a dollop of cream, and guess who won't get any?" She then pulled back just enough to poke her right index finger squarely into his washboard stomach, voice back to its usual, teasing level volume. "You. Because who won't be taking your coffee order? Me." She then turned on her heels and bustled off to her office meeting with her and Auggie's boss. However, if you passed her in the hallway at that moment, you might see the flash of her spunky little half-grin as she listened to Auggie's plaintive attempts to once again win over his friend, and faithful coffee barista.