A/N: For Intro, please see Every Day Thoughts January.
Every Day Thoughts July
July 1
Friendship is as steadying as a hand on the rudder of a boat and as reliable as sunrise after night.
Gibbs glanced across his basement at the redhead sanding the boat. He couldn't think of anywhere else he would rather be.
Reaching his workbench, he emptied two mason jars and half-filled them with bourbon. Neither of them were too fussed with mugs. Even if she complained, he wasn't climbing up the stairs to search for one. She could go herself.
He turned around to watch her sand before he frowned.
"With the grain," he reminded her.
"I know," Jenny giggled.
He rolled his eyes. Jenny was clearly in a teasing mood tonight. "Bourbon?" he offered.
She put down the sander and walked over to him, grinning as she took the jar from his hand. "Cheers," she replied.
"I offer you bourbon and a relaxing evening, and what do you do?" he teased. "Mess with my boat."
"I'm sure you can fix it," she smirked. "This is boat number four, right? How much more practice do you need?"
He chose not to answer, instead sipping more of his own bourbon. They remained in silence for a little while. She placed her empty jar on the side and made her way back over to his boat. He copied her movements, standing behind her and reaching around so that both of their hands were on the sander.
"With the grain," he reminded her.