TITLE: A Quickie
BY Annabel Lee
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these fantastic characters, nor anything even remotely related to Will & Grace. No copyright infringement is intended; I'm just doing this for fun!
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SUMMARY: Short little fic, not sure where it might go... A work in progress...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first Will & Grace fic... I'm used to writing stuff. Hope I made a decent transition...
A Quickie
A few minutes later, Jack burst into the office and walked over to the bored-looking brunette. Hey Kare-Bear! said the animated little man.
Poodle! Thank God you're here! I'm bored out of my mind. It feels like I've been here for hours. I never knew having a job could be so draining... Karen sighed miserably as she tossed her magazine aside.
Well then how about a little break? Let's go ogle my new love-interest! He works at this little café around the corner...
But honey, what about the pretty little hunk of man down at that French restaurant you took me to yesterday? she asked, slightly confused.
Oh, you know how it is, Kare. Passion dies out so quickly these days... Especially when you find yourself involved with a nasal Frenchman like Jean... It was just so hard to listen to him, you know? Not like communication is a must-have in a relationship or anything, but he turned out to be very talkative. Besides, this one is Italian!
Ooh, I've always a soft spot in my heart for Italians! They make great shoes... Karen had a dreamy look on her face, but she quickly pulled herself out of her reverie. No, no I can't go with ya today, honey. Grace is being quite the tyrant lately. I promised her that I'd get my act together and actually do some work around here for once... I just wouldn't want to let her down. Karen paused and looked at Jack from out of the corner of her eye; they were both suppressing laughs. Finally, they broke down. Karen fell all over her companion, hysterical laughter racking her body. I almost said that one with a straight face! she howled.
You're just getting better and better at this! Jack giggled as he headed towards the door, Karen on his arm.
Moments after the twosome left, Grace strode into the room, studying a rather large pad of paper. She held out a smaller scrap of paper to her nonexistent assistant. Hey Karen, could you fax some stuff to this number for me? Karen? she asked, looking up to see an empty desk. I knew it, she muttered. The redhead threw her pad of paper down with an exasperated sigh, then reached for the phone. After dialing a number and waiting for a few seconds, someone answered. Hey Will. Could you mail that advertisement in to the newspaper for me after all? Yeah, she left. Didn't even last fifteen minutes. Yeah, okay, thanks. Bye.
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Boy, you sure do know how to pick em, I'll give ya that much, Karen said, eyes following the tall waiter. Those muscles are practically busting out of his cute little apron...
His name is Paolo. I knew it was love when I saw him bend over to pick up some broken glass. I just love tight Italian hineys... Jack sighed in contentment as the waiter turned to go into the back room.
So what do you know about this Paolo? Karen inquired, casually stirring her margarita.
Not much yet. I have yet to introduce my charming self to him, but--ooh, here he comes! Jack quickly straightened himself in his chair and gazed at the approaching man.
Paolo made his way to their table and turned to face Karen. How is the margarita? he asked through a thick Italian accent.
Pretty damn good for a coffee place, honey, she said, taking a long sip.
And you, sir? You would like another espresso? the beautiful man asked Jack with a smile.
Yes, pleeeease, he said, grinning and holding out his little cup and saucer.
The waiter chuckled and took them from his hands, saying Right away.
Looks like he likes you, Jackie, Karen said as they both gazed at the waiter's departing rump.
Ya think so? I think so. He looked genuinely happy. Paolo returned with the espresso, and Jack thanked him. Um, Paolo, could we get the bill please? And maybe your number?
The waiter smiled and said Yes, of course. I'll be right back with both.
Jack gave his friend a smug little look of satisfaction and she raised her glass to him. Knew you could do it, honey. Bravo! She then tipped her head back to drain the last of her margarita into her mouth. Setting the tall glass back onto the table, she smacked her lips. They sure make a mean margarita here.
Actually, I think they had to go get one from the restaurant across the street... You threw such a fit when they told you that they didn't serve alcohol, I think they were scared. Just then, Paolo arrived with the bill and an extra slip of paper.
Here is the bill... he said, starting to set it down in front of Jack, who pointed quickly to Karen. He pushed it across the table and the busty little drunk began to search her purse. ...And here is my number. I'm looking forward to hearing from you, uh...
Jack said, holding out his hand. Jack MacFarlane. Paolo took his hand and nodded.
Well then I'm looking forward to hearing from you, Jack MacFarlane. He winked and turned to nod to Karen as he walked away.
Well, there's another Jack MacFarlane success-story for ya, Karen said to herself as she continued to dig through her purse.
I'm in love, Jack said dreamily.
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