Drabble 10: Language Of Love
"You know," Manny said to Pierce, "if you were as smart as you said you are...you would've used your Hispanic heritage to your advantage."
"It's been done already, Manny." Pierce said annoyed. "Remember the sonnet? And what's with the change of attitude? I thought you wanted me to give up on Ben."
"Okay, first of all," Manny started, "whenever you're hitting on someone in a foreign language, make sure they're the only one in the room. Second, I just don't like Levin."
Pierce couldn't believe he was actually considering Manny's advice. 'It wouldn't hurt to give it one last try...' As Pierce continued to think things over, he heard Ben and Kevin enter the base, laughing. 'They have the night off – the only people who are suppose to be here are Manny and myself since we're doing surveillance...What are Ben and Kevin doing here?'
"Je ne peux pas croire à quel point vous perforées Cash!" Ben laughed.
"Hé, quel type d'ami serais-je si je ne vous ai pas protégé de ce stalker?" Kevin said.
"Maman avait raison ; vous êtes voyou." Ben gave Kevin a hug.
"Au moins je suis votre voyou et je toujours vous protégerai." Kevin nuzzled his nose into Ben's neck.
Pierce turned to Manny, giving him an 'I'm gonna kick your ass six ways to Sunday' glare.
Manny gave a sheepish grin. "How was I suppose to know that they had a 'couple's quirk' of speaking French to each other?"
Author's Note: For those who don't understand French, I am providing a translation of the text:
"I can't believe how hard you punched Cash!" / "Hey, what type of boyfriend would I be if I didn't protect you from that stalker?" / "Mom was right; you are a ruffian."/ "At least I'm your ruffian and I'll always protect you."