Tuesday: Texts From Last Night

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Happy Tuesday, everyone. morlockiness back for another day of prompting and writing.

Today's theme is Texts From Last Night. Fret not, for the prompts don't have to be taken from that site (they can be texts of your own creation, a scenario where a text would be appropriate, etc), but wouldn't it be more fun if they were? Plenty of opportunity for allowing our favorite characters to party, toke up, complete a walk of shame, and let their friends know in a succinct message.

As always, keep the rules in mind:
+ No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.
+No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after original air/publication date. If there are spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
+For the sake of your monkeys, please format your prompts correctly. For example:

Skins, Sid/Tony, "easter eggs filled with ecstasy. it's what jesus would do."

Crossovers:

Heroes/Star Trek XI, Claire/McCoy, "It's a shame that I don't know his last name. Actually, it's an ever bigger shame that I don't know his first name"

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Comments

[samueljames]

NCIS, Tony/Tim, Why the fuck is BBQ sauce coming out of my shower head?

I blame Tony for this, don't you?

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Tony leaned back on his couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table.  In his mind, he could almost hear step-mom number whichever it was scolding him for putting his feet on the hand carved mahogany.  He ignored her because it was his coffee table, paid for with his own money and he could put his feet on it if he wanted to.  This last bit was thought with a satisfied smirk, and he rested his head against the back of the couch. 

It had been a long, grueling day in the field.  Gibbs had them combing the woods for hours looking for remains of a dead Marine, and they'd returned to headquarters hot, sweaty and covered in...

::brrreeeeeennnnngggg:: 

His cellphone vibrated and Tony smiled, almost as if he guessed who might be calling him.  McGee would be getting home right about now.  Tony ignored it until the vibrating stopped and waited until it started again.  He ignored that call, too.  Finally, McGee gave up calling and the phone beeped as a text message came in.  Tony flipped open his phone with a grin.

* Why the fuck is BBQ sauce coming out of my shower head?

He laughed, and typed back the only response it deserved.

* Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, Probie?

A few seconds later, the phone beeped again.

* ha ha.  not funny, Tony.  I am hot, sweaty & NOW am covered in bbq sauce

Tony typed back:

* Yum.  LOL!

To which the object of his teasing responded with a particularly amusing:

* only YOU would think that.  it's disgusting!  and I'm sure you're behind this somehow

Cackling loudly, Tony typed back a swift reply.

* who? me?  only thing i did was call a plumber, like i said i would

McGee's plumbing was on the fritz, again, but Gibbs had them so busy he hadn't been able to make arrangements for someone to come out and look at it.  One of Tony's old frat brothers owned a plumbing company, so Tony had offered to hook McGee.  What he failed to mention, however, was that he'd also slipped his frat buddy a huge tip to throw in something extra... in the name of good fun.  Sure, he'd pay to have it fixed properly later on, but for right now... the phone beeped again.

* yes, you.  why i ever thought i could trust is beyond me.  i swear i have no clue why i put up your antics
* got any more brilliant ideas?  like how the hell I'm supposed to get cleaned up now?

Tony got the second message before he could type up a response to the first, and for a moment, all he could do was stare at the phone while a naughty grin spread across his face.  

* you put up with me because you love me.  and I do have plenty of ideas

He hit send and soon the reply came back.

* sometimes, yes i do.  what kind of ideas?

Tony laughed. 

* all the time and you know it.  Throw on some sweats and a robe and come use my shower?

When his phone beeped again, the text said:

* just your shower?

* well... ;-) 

* alright, alright.  but if all you wanted was me to come over, tony, you could have done without turning my shower into a condiment dispenser

Tony read this last bit and laughed some more.  He typed back, one last time:

* quit complaining and get your sticky buns over hear, tim  
* oh and bring some of that sauce with you.  I'm in the mood for wings

Re: I blame Tony for this, don't you?

[samueljames]

Thanks for this, I could totally see Tony pulling something like this if it gets him a naked Tim. I loved their banter, very in character.