Abstinence: An A/R Drabble set in Ikeaverse
Title: Abstinence
Rating: T
Word count: 300
Disclaimer: don't own them; they own me
A/N: Thanks to kick_galvanicfor the beta.
A/N 2: Set between "The Morning After" and "Spooning."
“Would you like more wine?”
Bill had pulled out all the stops for their second date. After returning the U-Haul, they retrieved his car and rode to the nicest seafood restaurant in town. Laura couldn’t keep the smile from forming as she thought about his car. It wasn’t a flashy red Corvette like Richard drove; instead, Bill had a Taurus wagon that looked like she had been through a few wars. But Bill loved her and made no apologies for her appearance. That demonstrated a level of love and loyalty Richard could never possess--few people could, in fact.
“No thanks, Bill.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I try not to have more than one.”
“That’s admirable.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“I’d never--”
“That’s not. I mean, let’s face it, you’ll probably get lucky tonight, regardless of how much or how little I drink.”
“I don’t--”
“Don’t worry about me and my virtue. If I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t have you. Simple as that.”
“How did I earn the golden prize?”
“Your car.”
“Galactica is getting me laid!?”
“Galactica?”
“She’s been all over the world with me. She’s earned the right to a proud and noble name.”
“Yes, she has.”
“You’ve had some--”
“My paper route wasn’t always easy, no.”
“I don’t mean to pry.”
“It’s okay.”
“Is that why--”
“I abstain? Yes.”
“What happened?”
“It killed my family. It stopped tasting good after that, but a glass of red at dinner is still mildly enjoyable.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Me too.”
“What were they like?”
“Wonderful. My little sisters would have been fine women; they already were. Cheryl would have made a terrific mother. My father was the best man I’ve ever known.”
“Cheryl was--”
“Yeah, neither of them made it, of course.”
“Boy or girl?”
“I’d have a nephew.”
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Rating: T
Word count: 300
Disclaimer: don't own them; they own me
A/N: Thanks to kick_galvanicfor the beta.
A/N 2: Set between "The Morning After" and "Spooning."
“Would you like more wine?”
Bill had pulled out all the stops for their second date. After returning the U-Haul, they retrieved his car and rode to the nicest seafood restaurant in town. Laura couldn’t keep the smile from forming as she thought about his car. It wasn’t a flashy red Corvette like Richard drove; instead, Bill had a Taurus wagon that looked like she had been through a few wars. But Bill loved her and made no apologies for her appearance. That demonstrated a level of love and loyalty Richard could never possess--few people could, in fact.
“No thanks, Bill.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I try not to have more than one.”
“That’s admirable.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“I’d never--”
“That’s not. I mean, let’s face it, you’ll probably get lucky tonight, regardless of how much or how little I drink.”
“I don’t--”
“Don’t worry about me and my virtue. If I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t have you. Simple as that.”
“How did I earn the golden prize?”
“Your car.”
“Galactica is getting me laid!?”
“Galactica?”
“She’s been all over the world with me. She’s earned the right to a proud and noble name.”
“Yes, she has.”
“You’ve had some--”
“My paper route wasn’t always easy, no.”
“I don’t mean to pry.”
“It’s okay.”
“Is that why--”
“I abstain? Yes.”
“What happened?”
“It killed my family. It stopped tasting good after that, but a glass of red at dinner is still mildly enjoyable.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Me too.”
“What were they like?”
“Wonderful. My little sisters would have been fine women; they already were. Cheryl would have made a terrific mother. My father was the best man I’ve ever known.”
“Cheryl was--”
“Yeah, neither of them made it, of course.”
“Boy or girl?”
“I’d have a nephew.”
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