Author's Note: I forgot I wrote this fic, must have been a few months back now and I never submitted it. Just my usual Ray and Neela random moments. Here it is for your reading pleasure! Enjoy!
Neela opened the door to her bedroom and inspected the hallway. It seemed the coast was clear. She tentatively stuck a foot out and looked around once again. Nothing. Shaking her sleep-fogged head, she made her way to the kitchen, her vision still a little blurry from her state of just-woke-up-ness. She made a beeline for the fridge, hoping and praying that there would be some dairy sustenance within it.
"We're out of milk." A disembodied voice said almost as if it had read her mind.
A deafening, high-pitched scream ensued.
"God, Neela! What the hell?" Ray whined, that cute frown furrowing his forehead, while he waited for the pain in his ears to subside. He was sprawled across a chair at the dining table, a half-eaten bowl of cereal and the empty milk carton in front of him. His hair was rumpled and he was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of sweatpants.
"Oh, bloody hell, Ray!" Neela squeaked out, once she'd gotten over her initial scare. "You must really want me dead if you insist on scaring the living daylights out of me on a regular basis!"
"Not my fault that you're Miss Jumpy. And anyway I was sitting right here where you could see me."
Neela rolled her eyes - just what she didn't need first thing in the afternoon! "Whatever. I wasn't expecting you to be here." She retorted, accusingly. "And I can't believe you used up the milk again! That's like the third time in two weeks!"
He shrugged and resumed eating. His nonchalance was getting on her nerves. Suddenly, she felt inspired to act.
"Come on." She walked up to him and pulled on his arm with surprising force. Ray, obviously, wasn't expecting her rather uncharacteristic action because he clumsily half-tumbled from his chair onto his knees. His spoon clattered to the floor and some milk dripped down his chest.
"Again, Neela, what the hell!" He rasped, painfully getting to his feet.
"I'm sick of waking up and, voila, no milk again! You're coming with me."
"Where are we going?" He absentmindedly swiped at his chest, licking the milky liquid off his fingers. Neela's eyes followed his actions, mesmerized.
"Hello," He waved at her seemingly lost gaze, "I believe I just asked a question."
"Sorry?"
"Where are we going?" He looked at her strangely, cute frown in place again.
"Oh. Grocery shopping."
"Right now? But we start work in a couple of hours! Can't it wait 'til later?"
"This coming from Mr. Milk Hogger. And what do you mean "we"? I thought we agreed on opposite shifts? And yet here you are to give me a wakeup call I could have done without, and about to make more of an appearance in my day it seems."
"Yeah, yeah I know. It's just a swap. I need the weekend free. Sorry." He shrugged unapologetically.
"Hot date?" she gave him a knowing look.
"Uh…" Why did she always have to look at him that way?
"Never mind."
"Actually-"
She cut him off before he could say anything else.
"Great. Whatever. But you're still coming with me." Neela commanded as she walked off to get dressed.
"Do I have to?"
"Ray, bloody get your arse into some clothes otherwise I'll drag you down by the string of your pants!" He heard her threaten him. Something in her voice made him obey. You never knew with Neela, she was getting just that bit feistier as the days went by.
"Slave driver." He muttered as he ambled to his own room.
"I heard that!"