Challenge: Sam/Nell - "Don't be bashful. You know you want to."
"You seem distracted."
Sam cast a glance at his partner, the man with the never-ending smirk. "It's not my usual…hangout."
G grinned. "All these years, I never took you for a boob man."
"I'm not," Sam explained. "Ass man, all the way. But that doesn't mean that I can't enjoy the finer things in life."
"Like boobs."
Sam rolled his eyes and scanned the crowd for their target, trying to ignore the buxom beauties in his line of vision. If this were a strip club, he would probably be less distracted than he was at McGonagall's Tavern. He'd never been surrounded by this many beautiful bar wenches in his life. Tight corsets, flowing hair, and enough cleavage to choke a fleet of sailors. Of all the things he thought would get his motor running, bar wenches would never had made the list.
G tapped the small table between them. "Head's up."
A bouncing redhead was nearing their table with an empty drink tray balanced on her hand. Nell smiled and jutted her hip out. "Can I interest you gentlemen in another cocktail?" Emphasis on the cock and the tail. She had taken a fancy to her undercover role, it seemed.
And so had G. Sam frowned at his partner, who made no qualms about admiring Nell's costume and the seriously amazing assets she usually kept hidden under her frumpy dresses. Yes, Sam noticed them as well, but was trying to remain as professional as possible. "We're good, thanks," he said, forcing a smile to cover his scowl.
"Oh, don't be bashful. Just one more." Slinging one arm over his broad shoulders, she plopped herself right in his lap. She leaned in close to his ear and spoke softly. "You know you want to."
Before Sam could form a rational thought process, she spoke again. "Sorry, it's loud in here. Lieutenant Reeves is at your 11 o'clock. His buyer just joined him. Bug is planted under the table and Eric is recording."
Sam cleared his throat as she pulled away from his ear. "Well," he smiled. "I guess one more wouldn't hurt."
Nell winked and stood up. "Excellent."
Sam adjusted his pants and avoided his partner's curious gaze. "Reeves, at your 11," he said nonchalantly.
"Uh huh." G whistled. "Nell's good."
"Yeah." Sam shook his head. "Too good."