Auction Drabbles - Roswell
Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 10:58 pm
Title: Tea or Coke
Author: Jenny
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
Pairing: Sean/Tess
Rating: YTEEN
Summary: Sean fills in as a waiter. Sort of a sequel - takes place in the same universe as Like the Rain. Ficlet; 395 words.
Author’s Note: For anniepoo98, who wanted Sean/Tess with the prompt “sweet tea.”
***
“Yo, M, loan me ten bucks.”
“For what?” Maria cut her eyes at her cousin, tiredly blowing a wisp of hair out of her face.
“For gas. I’m strapped for cash until Friday.”
Obviously not having the energy to argue, Maria sighed. “Fine. But make yourself useful first. Take this to table six and this to table four.” She handed him two cold glasses.
Sean just stared at her blankly. “You act like I know what that means.”
With a roll of her eyes, Maria pointed. “Table six.” She pointed again. “Table four. Now go. Earn your ten bucks.” With that, she headed back behind the Crashdown counter.
Sean walked over to the first table Maria had pointed to and deposited one glass, then took the second glass to the next table, which happened to be occupied by Tess Harding.
“We meet again,” he said, placing the glass in front of her.
Tess, who had been absently staring across the diner, looked up at his voice. “You’re a waiter now?” she asked, her voice teasing.
“I’m a jack of all trades,” Sean replied smugly.
Tess raised an eyebrow in response. “I bet you are,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. Almost instantly, her face screwed up in distaste. “Uh! I ordered Cherry Coke. This is sweet tea.”
“You don’t like sweet tea?”
“It’s okay. I’m just more of a Cherry Coke kinda girl,” she answered. Sean noticed that her gaze kept going over his shoulder, the direction she’d been staring when he first arrived at her table. Taking a quick glance back to see what she was looking at, he rolled his eyes. Evans. Should have known. What did that guy have that was so special?
“Be a good waiter and fix that for me, would you?” Tess asked, her voice sugary sweet. She batted her eyes at him in mock flirtation, and he couldn’t help but smile.
“Fine,” he said, taking her glass. “But I expect a big tip.”
Tess giggled. “Bring me my Coke and we’ll see,” she said.
Sean started to go back to the counter before turning back to Tess’ table. “For the record, you should really give sweet tea a chance. You might find you really like it. Besides,” he added, his gaze again following hers to the other side of the diner, “Cherry Coke is overrated anyway.”
THE END
Author: Jenny
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
Pairing: Sean/Tess
Rating: YTEEN
Summary: Sean fills in as a waiter. Sort of a sequel - takes place in the same universe as Like the Rain. Ficlet; 395 words.
Author’s Note: For anniepoo98, who wanted Sean/Tess with the prompt “sweet tea.”
***
“Yo, M, loan me ten bucks.”
“For what?” Maria cut her eyes at her cousin, tiredly blowing a wisp of hair out of her face.
“For gas. I’m strapped for cash until Friday.”
Obviously not having the energy to argue, Maria sighed. “Fine. But make yourself useful first. Take this to table six and this to table four.” She handed him two cold glasses.
Sean just stared at her blankly. “You act like I know what that means.”
With a roll of her eyes, Maria pointed. “Table six.” She pointed again. “Table four. Now go. Earn your ten bucks.” With that, she headed back behind the Crashdown counter.
Sean walked over to the first table Maria had pointed to and deposited one glass, then took the second glass to the next table, which happened to be occupied by Tess Harding.
“We meet again,” he said, placing the glass in front of her.
Tess, who had been absently staring across the diner, looked up at his voice. “You’re a waiter now?” she asked, her voice teasing.
“I’m a jack of all trades,” Sean replied smugly.
Tess raised an eyebrow in response. “I bet you are,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. Almost instantly, her face screwed up in distaste. “Uh! I ordered Cherry Coke. This is sweet tea.”
“You don’t like sweet tea?”
“It’s okay. I’m just more of a Cherry Coke kinda girl,” she answered. Sean noticed that her gaze kept going over his shoulder, the direction she’d been staring when he first arrived at her table. Taking a quick glance back to see what she was looking at, he rolled his eyes. Evans. Should have known. What did that guy have that was so special?
“Be a good waiter and fix that for me, would you?” Tess asked, her voice sugary sweet. She batted her eyes at him in mock flirtation, and he couldn’t help but smile.
“Fine,” he said, taking her glass. “But I expect a big tip.”
Tess giggled. “Bring me my Coke and we’ll see,” she said.
Sean started to go back to the counter before turning back to Tess’ table. “For the record, you should really give sweet tea a chance. You might find you really like it. Besides,” he added, his gaze again following hers to the other side of the diner, “Cherry Coke is overrated anyway.”
THE END