Inspired by RooftopWritingPrompts Prompt #15

"Give me your controller." McGee held his hand out expectantly.

He was done. He was just done and nothing would be able to change his mind. Unfortunately, Abby disagreed with this sentiment.

"Oh, come on, Tim. I won't do anything," Abby whined, giving him a pout.

Which wasn't working this time, he'd like to point out, because this was serious business. A pout would not get her out of this. He wasn't going to let her do this. He wasn't.

"Not that I don't trust you but I don't." McGee replied, moving his hand closer to her and raising an eyebrow pointedly.

Abby pouted harder. McGee remained unmoved. They sat there in their standstill until Abby gave in with a dramatic sigh and dropped it into his hand with a bit more force than was strictly necessary.

"Seriously?" She demanded as he left to get them drinks, both controllers safely in his possession.

"After what happened last time?" He shouted over the clinking of glasses.

Why was it impossible to be quiet when pulling glasses out of a cupboard? At least, it was for McGee. It sounded like he was trying to fight them or something instead of retrieving two from the front.

He could feel Abby's glare from all the way in here. But he wasn't going to let himself be affected by this. He was the one in the right, after all.

"Please stop rubbing my failure in my face."

He returned just in time to see Abby stomp her foot in frustration. Too bad. He wasn't going to give in on this.

"What failure?" Tim asked, sounding more than a little hysterical as he set the glasses on his coffee table. "Oh, you mean the time you sold world-ending alien tech to a mob boss and nearly got me killed? That failure?" His voice got louder with each sentence.

Abby put her hands on her hips, pout even more prominent (if that was even possible) and looking even more like a child. "Oh, you're not bitter about it at all, are you?"

That was an awful lot of sarcasm. Completely unnecessary in his opinion.

"Nope," he replied easily, handing her back her controller. "Why on earth would I be bitter about having to spend a further three days getting that ray gun back?"

See? He could do sarcasm as well. And it really was infuriating. Three days! Three days wasted on something he should have already had! Yes, he was a little bitter.

"Baby," was Abby's pronouncement, unpausing their current game.

Which, by the way, he would like to point out was a completely different one. There was no way he was going to let Abby near the other one anytime soon.

He bristled at her comment. "I am not."

He wasn't being childish about this at all. This was a logical response to something bad that had happened before. Was it his fault that he didn't want to repeat it? Was it really?

"You got it back. You told me so. So, it's no big deal."

He actually couldn't believe her. It was so a big deal!

"Only after losing my cloak of invisibility!"

Tell him how that was fair? He wasn't the one who gave his ray gun away but he was the one who had to sell another important item in order to get it back! He just hoped that he wouldn't need his now gone invisibility cloak anytime soon because he wouldn't be able to buy one until he came across another sorcerer.

"But you got it back."

"No thanks to you!"

She paused the game and gave him a look. It was not a happy look. Not at all.

"Oh, just stop it, McGee. It's in the past. No need to beat a dead horse."

"It shouldn't have happened," he muttered.

"Well, it did. You lost it-"

"You gave it away."

"-and then you got it back again," she continued in a louder voice. "That's it."

It was obvious from her tone that she thought that that was the end of it. No more questions. And McGee had to admit to himself that he obviously wasn't going to get any further with her so je may as well enjoy what was left of the night.

"Okay," he acquiesced and gestured at her remote. "Do you want to continue playing?"

"Of course, I do," she sniffed. "You're the one whose holding us up."

He bit his lip at that. It just wasn't worth the aggravation.

"You good for snacks and stuff?" He asked instead.

"Yeah, come on. Let's play," she said impatiently.

"Alright. Alright. I'm ready."

She clicked the resume button and the background music to the game resumed. Huh, he bad forgotten how this whole situation had started. They were in a market. A market they very obviously needed something from.

"You aren't allowed near any traders or shopkeepers though," he said, just to make sure

He didn't want to lose any other items for no reason after all. That comment earned him an elbow to the ribs but it was worth it.

"Oh, alright," she agreed. "But you have to let me deal with the sword stuff then."

McGee's eye twitched. Abby wasn't good at the 'sword stuff'.

"Fine."

Anything to keep the peace. And hey, maybe she would actually be good at it this time. He had to think positively about it. And her poor sword fighting ability was still better than her trading ability. And there wasn't that much swordf8ghting in this game.

A smirk was on her face as she looked at him expectantly.

"Go and do the bargaining, or great one."

You know what? He would let her have that. As long as she kept her word.

"I will," he replied, nose in the air. "And watch me get a great deal."

"I don't think you wi-ill."

Oh, he would. He was going to get everything they needed and then some. The sword, the bag, the parchment, he was going to get it all and still have plenty of jewels left over.

"Watch me."