Name: Nothing Ever Goes to Plan
Setting: AU; Once In Forever Universe, pre-story
Prompt: Whatever your ship preference and family or found family of friends have a Summer Christmas on the beach post war. It has to be somewhere in the Southern Hemisphere.
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"You know, Cooper," Danny grumbled. "When I said that I wanted to spend Christmas on a beach, I didn't mean in Columbia. Or with any of you."
Sasha leaned back in her lounge chair, eyes closed as she took in the sun, ignoring Green's tone. "We're off duty, the sun is shining, and the drinks are free. What more do you want?"
"To not be spending another holiday watching Wolf and Azima make out," came the tart reply.
Danny did have a point, but Sasha pretended that she wasn't just as tired of walking in on Taylor's bare ass as Danny appeared to be. "Well, if you lot did your job and caught Vargas, then we wouldn't need to be here, would we?"
More grumbling, then Danny spoke. "What are we eating for lunch anyway?"
"Good question." Sasha stood, locating the waiter at the high-end resort that she had splurged for and fully intended to bill to the Navy. After all, Green wasn't the only one annoyed at being stuck two thousand miles from home on Christmas. And while Kara — who was the person Danny presumably wanted to see — was stuck on the Nathan James off the Ivory Coast anyway, Tom was actually home this year. Meaning that a traditional holiday would have been possible, if she wasn't stuck in Central America. A brief conversation with their hostess later, Sasha resumed her seat.
"Well?" Danny demanded.
"They're serving a traditional meal," Sasha replied.
Unfortunately, Green was wise to her avoidance techniques. "Of?"
"Tamales, pork shank, and rice pudding." She waited for a beat, feeling the glowering emanating from him. "There's also eggnog. Want to try it?"
Danny stood, sliding his gladiators onto the top of his head. "I'm going to need a double."