L.Gurl: Hey there! Here's a story that I had in a notebook here for a while, but I just now got to posting it, and I thought that you would enjoy it. Not a drama like my others though…just a lil shot at some comedy….
"C'mon, Nicky, what's with the mustache?" a tall African American man asked the man next to him in the local diner of Las Vegas, Nevada. Nick Stokes, a full blooded Texan and hot criminalist, scratched at his facial hair.
"I dunno man. I thought it would look good. Besides, I like it; don't you?" he asked, smiling goofily. Warrick Brown snorted.
"Oh, uh…yeah. Makes you definitely…look different." He claimed, covering his mouth with a couple of fingers to prevent from laughing out loud. Nick remained oblivious to his friend's attempts at hiding laughter, and continued what he had been doing before; eating breakfast. The brunette man concentrated on his catsup covered scrambled eggs and hash browns, and a large glass of milk.
"Hey man, I gotta go. Tina's waiting for me at home. See you tonight." Warrick said as he checked his watch. He tossed a five for the tip, and paid at the register, before leaving his Texas born coworker. Nick was left to himself, and he tried to finish quickly. He hated eating alone in public; it made him feel weird. As Nick was finishing up, a hand was placed on his back.
"Where's the fire, Nicky?" a familiar feminine voice asked, teasing.
"Hey Sara." He replied, smiling broadly. Sara Sidle smiled back as she sat on the stool recently vacated by Warrick. Sara ordered a cup of coffee, and Nick slowed his pace, even though he only had his half filled glass of milk left.
"One question." Sara said as she sipped at the hot beverage.
"What's that?" Nick replied, and eyebrow raised.
"Why are you growing a mustache?" she asked, and the Texan laughed.
"Everyone's been asking me that." He claimed, and stroked the facial hair in question.
"Yeah? Is everyone telling you that Greg claims that you look like a 70s porn star?" sara asked as she eyed her friend over the rim of her mug.
"What!" he asked, after choking on a large sip of milk. Sara smiled at his incredulous look as he scowled. "I'm not a porn star." Nick muttered, and downed the last of his milk. He got up to pay, and Sara just smirked at his back. "See you tonight, Sar." Nick said with a wave, and left. Only after she was sure he was gone did Sara burst out laughing. She paid for her coffee and left, ready for sleep. That night at the briefing, Nick was nowhere to be found. As the graveyard shift was getting ready to head out of the Break Room, Nick strolled in.
"Sorry I'm late." He said, and walked over to the coffee pot. Catherine was the first to realize that something was missing…or completely gone for that matter.
"Hey Nicky, why'd you shave?" the strawberry blonde asked, causing everyone to look at the Texan. It was true, the facial hair that had graced his upper lip for several weeks was gone. Nick merely glared at the former lab rat. Sara burst out laughing, knowing Nick's reply.
"I'm no 70s porn star." He said, and Greg smiled warily.
"Heh…yeah…"the young man said, and darted out the door of the break room, Nick right on his tail. Gil merely looked at the others confused.
"Porn star…?"
L.gurl: Soooo….? What do you think? Good, bad, horrific? Stick to my Drama? Yes, I know his mustache has been gone for a while now, but I just thought that this could be one of the reasons he shaved it off….please review now!