Title: We need drivers
Chapter 2 - First task
Fandom: Ocean's eleven
Pairing: Virgil/Turk (gen so far)
Rating: PG
Chapter Summary: Turk twists around a little in his chair to get a better look. Virgil huffs next to him, but he ignores it. Turk POV
A/N: This is the second chapter in We need drivers that takes place during the first movie and is part of the Driving me crazy 'Verse (which includes all three movies)
CHAPTER TWO - FIRST TASK
Turk's knee accidentally knocks into Virgil's under the table. And immediately Virgil scowls at him as though he did it on purpose, then knocks his knee back, harder, before moving his whole chair to the side so that they're not touching anymore.
It's so typical, Turk thinks. Like he would ever touch his brother on purpose. But even so, it's not like he acts like he has the plague, or that he thinks accidentally knocking knees together is going to kill him either, because that's just juvenile.
Turk leans back in his chair and stretches his arms back. He feels Virgil's glare on him, but he won't be goaded into another stupid spit contest, so he ignores him and focuses on their surroundings instead. Nonchalantly he scans the bar, looking for any sign of that security guard.
Instead his gaze falls on a leggy brunette leaning over the bar, ordering some cocktail, she's wearing a tight little black number that is probably meant to be a dress but would technically fall under the category of petticoats or something, it's that tiny. Turk twists around a little in his chair to get a better look. Virgil huffs next to him, but he ignores it.
The girl at the bar receives her drink and turns around in one gracious twirl, hips thrust forward like a cat-walk model, black-lined eyes swiping over the bar to assess how many people's attention she has, Turk guesses. When her gaze lingers on him, he smirks and raises his eyebrows suggestively. It's a ridiculous move, but usually the girls find it funny. This one too, by the looks of it, although she tilts her head down to hide her smile.
She then tosses her hair over one shoulder like a shampoo commercial and walks out of the bar with a teasing strut to her step. Turk leans back further in his seat to get a good look at her backside as she walks away.
"Can you focus", Virgil hisses at him.
"Just enjoying the scenery", Turk replies.
When Ms. Femme fatal pauses and looks over her shoulder at him, he gives her a little wave, and she actually giggles. Turk grins to himself as he turns back to the table.
"Really, could you be more unprofessional", Virgil bitches. "We're meant to be working, not flirting with casino trash-"
"Hey, that could be my future ex-wife you're talking about."
"You're disgusting-!"
Turk spots the security guard behind Virgil's back and discretely hushes him. Of course he just huffs in response, but when Turk fixes him with a look he catches on and immediately shuts up.
The guard takes no notice of them as he walks by. Virgil grabs his little notebook and pen and scribbles down the time as he says, "He went through at ten forty-four."
"Ten forty-sex, get a watch that works", Turk says and gets to his feet.
"You make me sick… It's ten forty-four!"
"It's ten forty-six!"
Virgil knocks his shoulder against Turk as they exit the bar, obviously on purpose, which is just rich considering his little internalised tantrum earlier when Turk happened to accidentally brush his knee with his own. Turk reaches out and shoves him in the arm. Virgil stumbles sideways, losing his momentum and getting behindhand.
Turk keeps walking, and maybe he even speeds up a little when his brother is catching up to him, but they are on a tight schedule after all.
End.