A Hairy Situation

Author's Note: For Week 1 of Febressuary 2022 to correspond with the A Hairy Situation prompt. I'm not sure if it was meant to be taken literally, but that's what I did.

Let me know your thoughts.

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"Most likely to pick up at the place you are currently" Samar read the card that she flipped over.

Liz smirked at Ressler and Aram.

"No offence to either of you, but Ressler," Liz said as she looked around the bar with woman and men in suits. "And I think he may have just picked up when he went to the bar for the last round."

"You did?" Aram asked him, amazed.

Ressler gave a wink and said nothing else.

They had gone here for drinks after work. They had closed a big case and the task force was just starting to come together as a group since Samar had joined them.

"Most likely to have a weapon…wait, I'm picking another card because all of us except Aram have a sidearm,' Liz said as she reached for the deck the waitress had plopped down on their table when she took their first drink order.

"Most likely to make the best meal you've ever eaten," Liz said to Aram.

"No one can cook better than my mom," Aram smiled at them but then realized he still needed to answer. "Uh, I'm going to guess that Ressler is a meat and potatoes type of guy, Liz…I know Tom does most of the cooking, and Samar has lived in all kinds of places so I'm going to guess she would have the best cooking skills and the largest culinary ability."

Samar smiled and nodded. "My recipe for B'stilla will blow your mind."

"B'stilla?" Ressler asked.

"Pigeon, almonds, eggs, saffron, and thin layers of pastry that…honestly it's amazing," Samar said.

"Pigeon?" Liz asked with an uninterested facial expression.

"You need to travel more," Samar chuckled before she reached for her wine.

"Most likely to call in sick but spend all day at the spa," Aram asked Ressler as he flipped over his card.

He narrowed his eyes at the two women at the table.

"It's not just women who go to spas," Samar reminded him.

"I know but Aram, you'd never lie, you'd be a nervous wreck all day, and as much as I can see Samar enjoying a spa, I can't see you calling in for that, so Keen." Ressler surmised.

"Why am I the liar?" Liz asked, aghast.

"Because you're learning from the best," Aram said with a snicker. Ressler nodded, Reddington was teaching her some tricks that she wouldn't have known without them working together.

"Okay, so next time I call in sick, I am going to the spa because everyone will think I'm there anyways," Liz grumbled as she looked at her watch. "I'm sorry guys, but I've gotta leave soon, Tom will be wondering where I am."

"Well, you have to finish the round at least," Aram said noting that Ressler still had to ask Samar a question.

"Okay, let's finish this…are we on the third or fourth round?" Liz asked.

"Fourth," Ressler said.

"Third," Samar argued.

"No, I've been asked four questions," he argued back.

"But the first one was just us asking them randomly," Samar corrected. "It has been three times since we started doing it in rounds."

Aram snickered next to Ressler.

"Get your pre-pubescent mind out of the gutter," Liz shook her head at Aram.

"Fine, third round, fourth question," Ressler said.

"You just couldn't let it go," Samar argued.

"I'm just being accurate," he said, annoyed.

He flipped his card and chuckled and shook his head.

"Most likely to manscape," Ressler said to Samar.

"What if there were no men at the table?" Liz asked offended.

"Then you'd pick another card?" Ressler replied.

"100% Aram," Samar said decisively.

"Really?" Ressler asked surprised.

"You don't," Samar and Liz said at the same time.

"How would either of you know that I don't?" Ressler asked, slightly surprised.

"Do you Aram?" Liz asked him.

He turned a slight shade of red and nodded.

"See?" Samar said.

"See what?" Ressler asked.

"I was right," Samar said.

"Yeah, but what if it's both of us?" Ressler asked.

"It's not," Liz said. "You're like Tom."

"Excuse me?" Ressler asked.

"You practically roll out of bed perfect, maybe some time on your hair, or in Tom's case his beard, but besides deodorant, a shave, and a shower, that's about all that you need or choose to groom."

"Tom doesn't manscape?" Aram asked.

Liz shook her head in the negative.

"Okay, I don't get the purpose of it," Ressler said honestly as he leaned an elbow on the table.

Samar and Liz laughed and high fived; they were right.

"It's effort and time put into making everything more…appealing," Aram said.

Ressler looked at him perplexed.

"It needs to be appealing?" Ressler asked. "Really? Who sold you on that?"

"Women have done it for years and men just show up with whatever is down there and…" Samar argued.

"I have never asked a woman to do anything with her bush," Ressler defended himself.

"Yeah, but you all like it when it's pretty and neat and…" Liz argued.

"Not really," Ressler said.

"Really?" Liz asked, disbelieving.

"I have never found a bare region appealing, it feels…wrong, like a prepubescent woman or something," Ressler said, realizing he was revealing a lot more than he had planned. "I'd like to know she's a fully grown woman and not trying to pretend to be something she's not."

"Huh," Liz said.

"You are an enlightened man Ressler," Samar smirked.

"I know," he smirked at them and reached for his beer.

"Well, you got the manscaping right," Liz said before she downed the last of her wine and got up from her stool. "And we learned way more about Ressler's bush preferences than we needed to…"

"Hardy har," Ressler said.

"Better hope that brunette who picked you up knows you like your women wild and hippie free down there," Liz said as she patted his shoulder.

Ressler turned red and chuckled.

"Night everyone!" Liz called over her shoulder as she started to walk out of the bar.

"Night Liz," they called back.

"So, Samar, when are you bringing in your B'stilla?" Aram asked her with a smile.

The end.