Leslie/Ann Drabble Requests No. 1
Title: Good Samaritans
Author: shoutoutout
Rating: PG
Summary: How about post-Banquet night. & if you can make it happy, you would make me happy! Written for famouscliche
Word Count: 284
Disclaimer: I don't own Parks and Recreation or the characters, no copyright infringement is intended
"You know, I think we did former city councilman Frank Whatsisface some good tonight. Made him come to terms with a part of himself he'd been denying."
"Yeah, totally," Leslie, mesmerized with the movie, agrees with a nod before a bit of realization strikes. "Wait, what are you talking about?"
Andy stretches out, still asleep, and so Ann says, "Scooch," and they both wordlessly move further down the couch. "That guy," she tries again, "That thought we were a couple. He seemed very... I dunno, jealous that we were out together, or something like that."
"What?!" Leslie asks all of a sudden, eyebrows stitched in surprise.
"What, what?" And Ann can definitely feel that last beer, warm in her stomach, like summer.
"What as in, people thought we were a couple?"
Ann's laugh tickles the back of her throat which makes her remember that she's the only one drinking. "Uh, yeah. Where were you tonight?"
"I'm awestruck. Flabbergasted."
"Oh, come on! You with that hair, me in that prom dress. The entire night we were getting looks! You can't tell me you didn't notice."
"Huh," is all Leslie returns, taking a moment to chew on her lip. "I guess I didn't."
"Yeah, well, all I'm saying is that we do the world some good as a couple. We help brighten tomorrow's future, or words to that effect."
Leslie smiles at her, a little too big, a little too much, but Ann doesn't complain because the warmth in her stomach only doubles. "You think so?" Leslie asks, and her hair is so much softer, looser when it's down.
Ann turns back to the TV, grinning into a handful of popcorn. "I kind of know so."
Title: Extra, Extra
Author: shoutoutout
Rating: PG
Summary: How about something off this deleted scene? Ann or Leslie or both reacting to the caption in the paper. Written for michellek
Word Count: 244
"Leslie, hi, why are you calling me at work?"
"Well, I'm at work too, Ann. We all work sometime, not just you. I just thought you'd like to know we made it into the paper!"
"What?"
"The Pawnee Journal, on the front page, picture from the Tellenson award banquet!"
"Oh, God."
"Do you have a paper near you?"
"I think I might, hold on."
"Are you freaking out? Because I'm kind of freaking out. Ann?"
"Hold on. All right, yes, I have it. Huh."
"I know, right? This will be great PR for the park. And my mom!"
"You look nice... I'm not smiling though."
"Yeah, but still. We're the faces of the pit!"
"That sounds kind of gross."
"The media loves us!
"I guess you could say that. Wait, Leslie, have you read the caption yet?"
"What?"
"The caption. Below the picture. The one that says Mr. Leslie Knope and wife, Ann. Oh my God, I wonder who has seen this so far. My mom probably, Dr. Harris..."
"I don't see what you're talking about."
"The caption, Leslie. The little words."
"Where are you looking at right n-- oh. Oh."
"Yeah."
"Huh."
"Exactly."
"Is it because of your dress that they thought that?"
"Yeah, maybe it was my dress... or your hair."
"Yeah, could be. Huh. Probably your dress, though."
"Probably. Well, I guess... thanks for the call, Leslie."
"Yeah, yeah. OK, good chat. Talk to you later, wifey?"
"Leslie?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's not."
"Kay."
Author: shoutoutout
Rating: PG
Summary: How about post-Banquet night. & if you can make it happy, you would make me happy! Written for famouscliche
Word Count: 284
Disclaimer: I don't own Parks and Recreation or the characters, no copyright infringement is intended
"You know, I think we did former city councilman Frank Whatsisface some good tonight. Made him come to terms with a part of himself he'd been denying."
"Yeah, totally," Leslie, mesmerized with the movie, agrees with a nod before a bit of realization strikes. "Wait, what are you talking about?"
Andy stretches out, still asleep, and so Ann says, "Scooch," and they both wordlessly move further down the couch. "That guy," she tries again, "That thought we were a couple. He seemed very... I dunno, jealous that we were out together, or something like that."
"What?!" Leslie asks all of a sudden, eyebrows stitched in surprise.
"What, what?" And Ann can definitely feel that last beer, warm in her stomach, like summer.
"What as in, people thought we were a couple?"
Ann's laugh tickles the back of her throat which makes her remember that she's the only one drinking. "Uh, yeah. Where were you tonight?"
"I'm awestruck. Flabbergasted."
"Oh, come on! You with that hair, me in that prom dress. The entire night we were getting looks! You can't tell me you didn't notice."
"Huh," is all Leslie returns, taking a moment to chew on her lip. "I guess I didn't."
"Yeah, well, all I'm saying is that we do the world some good as a couple. We help brighten tomorrow's future, or words to that effect."
Leslie smiles at her, a little too big, a little too much, but Ann doesn't complain because the warmth in her stomach only doubles. "You think so?" Leslie asks, and her hair is so much softer, looser when it's down.
Ann turns back to the TV, grinning into a handful of popcorn. "I kind of know so."
Title: Extra, Extra
Author: shoutoutout
Rating: PG
Summary: How about something off this deleted scene? Ann or Leslie or both reacting to the caption in the paper. Written for michellek
Word Count: 244
"Leslie, hi, why are you calling me at work?"
"Well, I'm at work too, Ann. We all work sometime, not just you. I just thought you'd like to know we made it into the paper!"
"What?"
"The Pawnee Journal, on the front page, picture from the Tellenson award banquet!"
"Oh, God."
"Do you have a paper near you?"
"I think I might, hold on."
"Are you freaking out? Because I'm kind of freaking out. Ann?"
"Hold on. All right, yes, I have it. Huh."
"I know, right? This will be great PR for the park. And my mom!"
"You look nice... I'm not smiling though."
"Yeah, but still. We're the faces of the pit!"
"That sounds kind of gross."
"The media loves us!
"I guess you could say that. Wait, Leslie, have you read the caption yet?"
"What?"
"The caption. Below the picture. The one that says Mr. Leslie Knope and wife, Ann. Oh my God, I wonder who has seen this so far. My mom probably, Dr. Harris..."
"I don't see what you're talking about."
"The caption, Leslie. The little words."
"Where are you looking at right n-- oh. Oh."
"Yeah."
"Huh."
"Exactly."
"Is it because of your dress that they thought that?"
"Yeah, maybe it was my dress... or your hair."
"Yeah, could be. Huh. Probably your dress, though."
"Probably. Well, I guess... thanks for the call, Leslie."
"Yeah, yeah. OK, good chat. Talk to you later, wifey?"
"Leslie?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's not."
"Kay."