Prompt: cider
"Get Over Yourself"
Tim McGee sat cross-legged on the concrete, hands propping up his face. He didn't need to look to know that DiNozzo was now sitting beside him, bringing with him some sort of pungent spicy apple smell.
Well, Tony often smelled a little weird.
"I zigged when I should have zagged," Tim murmured as his nose twitched.
"Hey, nobody died," Tony chimed in, bright and optimistic.
Tim removed his hands from his eyes and replied, his tone noticeably sardonic. "Wow, thanks, DiNozzo. Now go away."
"Suit yourself, McNasty. Just drink your cider and get over yourself."
Tim said nothing.
"You're welcome."