DRABBLE: At the Old Ball Game [1/1] Larry/Charlie [Numb3rs]

[perpetual_motion]

Title: At the Old Ball Game
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Larry/Charlie
Rating: PG
Summary: Drabble.

Dis: Not mine. Made it up.

Author’s Notes: For the fanfic100 challenge, prompt #60 (drink). Shaved it down from 155 words.



At the Old Ball Game
By Perpetual Motion

They’re late arriving to the ballpark, thanks to Larry’s infamous issues with directions. The tickets are a secret Santa gift from someone who didn’t stop to think about what two numbers-obsessed professors might talk about while watching the game. During the third inning, as they discuss vectors and curveballs, two drunk guys dump their beers on Larry’s and Charlie’s heads.

“Fuckin’ nerds.”

Larry wipes at his jacket with the napkin from his hot dog. “Well, yes, that too.”

The two guys are completely confused. Charlie shoves his fingers through his beer-soaked hair, and picks up the discussion of vectors again.

Comments

[dragonessasmith.livejournal.com]

Aww...that was completely adorable. I really like the image of Larry and Charlie getting beers dumped on them. XD

[miriam-heddy.livejournal.com]

I don't know why, but the beer-soaked hair just... shiver. Wow. Strangely sexy, maybe only because he's talking math and Larry's talking sex.

[perpet-fic.livejournal.com]

It could be that damp!Charlie is inticing in his own way. Or perhaps you're thinking of the ways they could remove the beer from their persons?

[miriam-heddy.livejournal.com]

Maybe. Or something in the sort of hair-fetish moment in the midst of math and masculinity. *g*

tagging 1/2

[lucia-tanaka.livejournal.com]

Gah, I have to tag this. It's been bugging me since I first read it, `cause I'm so damn lame. I'll post it here so you can delete it if you hate it.

--Later in the Game--

The conversation had moved from vectors, to the mystical nature of pi, which dipped into who could list the most thing effected by phi, which had come to here.

"It's just too much to account to coincidence, Charles. I mean, one number hidden in nearly all of nature."

"I don't believe I've ever met a Christian astrophysicist before you came along." Charlie commented wryly.

"What- no, I'm not... I prefer the phrase 'agnostic' myself."

"I'm a militant agnostic-" Larry muffled a laugh and Charlie glared, "a militant agnostic, and I don't dabble into the mess of crossing theology and science."

"I have a fine memory of the tangent you went on with the ruling toward intelligent design."

"That's not the point! My point is..." Larry smiled softly as he watched Charlie's mind whirl. "Oh, I hate you."

"With the capacity your mind has, I'm not surprised some thoughts tend to get lost in there." Larry laced his fingers, leaning back and kept his serene smile on his face.

"Hate growing. Exponentially. Honestly, what were we talking about?"

"I haven't the foggiest, myself. It was probably not a conversation we haven't already had several time though." He tried to return his attention to the game, but movement in the corner of his eyes distracted him. "Charles, stop it."

"My hair's getting sticky." He tugged at his curls, then pulled his hand away and frowned. "The score's a landside against you and I need a shower. Let's go, please?"

"Yes, alright. If I say no, you'll pout at me until I feel like I've kicked a kitten." He grabbed his coat and threw it over his arm, standing up.

"I think the expression requires it to be a puppy, not a kitten. And I'd take offense at being called something cute and helpless-"

"Aren't you?" Larry interjected with a straight face.

"-but you drove here and I can't get home without you."

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[lucia-tanaka.livejournal.com]

They headed up the stairs, passing the to drunks who'd gotten them wet in the first place. Charlie paused, looking down at his half-filled cup of cola, mayhem in mind. Larry grabbed his arm and pulled him back up the stair. "No, no, no. Not a good idea, I promise you."

"They're drunk. I could outrun them."

"Yes, but I couldn't and, as you mentioned earlier, you can't drive my car and you'd be stranded if they happen to kill me."

Charlie sighed and tossed out his drink when they reached a trash-bin. "I want rewards for this show of incredible restaint."

"It's more of common sense."

"Oh, quiet. I want my Serenity DVD." We can watch it at your place."

"Serenity? Why do you think I have it? I never saw it in theatres."

"Yes, but I asked you for it for a present."

"It's not Christmas yet."

"Channukah."

"It's not Channukah yet, then. You can't have it, assuming I bought it for you."

"You did. It's important to me, so I asked you. As a fellow geek, you understand the importance of good science fiction in a geek's diet."

"Good sci-fi? You watch Stargate, for goodness sake."

"Again, not my point. Please, I just want to see it once. You'll love it, it's a Jossian film."

"Alien: Resurrection."

"Oh, that was low. Very low. I didn't know you could stoop to that level, Larry." Charlie said, sounding strangely proud.

"Glad to have impressed you." Larry unlocked his beloved Model A. "Put your coat over the seat. I'm not going to have you ruin it."

"You love this car a bit too much, Larry. I'm a little jealous."

"Like your relationship with certain sci-fi makes me a little jealous. Get over it."

Charliedraped his coat over the headrest and slid in. "So can we watch my movie?"

"My movie. Haven't given it to you yet."

"Ha, so you did buy it!"

"If you do not comment on my weakness towards your sci-fi fetish, we can watch it once."

"But the commentary reel-"

"One time. Final offer."

"Fine." Charlie pouted for a few minutes, then grinned. "I promise to act surprised when I open the gift."

"You better not. I'll smack you if you do."

"You're no fun at all."

"Someone in this relationship has to keep a semblance of sanity."

--fini--

Damnit, those two just would not shut up! It was supposed to be a great deal shorter, but they refused to be quiet. I'm sorry. >.<

Enjoy the lengthy tag. Feel free to hit me for riffing off your drabble.

Happy Christmas/Channukah/Holidays,
-Luce

Re: tagging 2/2

[lucia-tanaka.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, you never replied. Do you hate it? You can erase it, if you like. I'm sorry. It was for a challenge, I shouldn't have commentficc'ed.

Sorry, sorry, sorry! >.

Re: tagging 2/2

[perpet-fic.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, you're fine! I've just been sick for the last couple of days. Flu season likes to smack me.

I'm always so happy when something I write makes someone else want to write. I take it as a compiment. And it was a fun little bit of writing you came up with as well. Always glad to inspire. :)