For the awesome Brina's prompt 'possessive' which I tweaked a bit... It's much shorter than I usually post and for that reason it very nearly stayed on my LJ page.
Bottles barely clinked as they were carefully removed from the refrigerator, and the intruder froze. No one came to check on the noise so he continued loading them into a box he'd brought along just for this purpose. All forty-seven bottles were safely packed away, and he gingerly lifted the heavy package, resisting the urge to laugh. Hardison may have thought he could steal the sandwich, deny having eaten it, and get away free, but Eliot had other plans. All of Hardison's orange soda was now in his possession, and he wouldn't be getting it back until Eliot had an admission of guilt and apology- possession was nine-tenths of the law, after all… and besides, what was a little hostage-taking between friends?