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November 12 / Original / "A Little Bet"
Title: A Little Bet
Day/Theme: November 12 / A kiss, and the end of the world
Series: Original (fanfic of a fanfic ^^;; )
Character/Pairing: Dea Morales / Jacques Montmarte
Rating: PG for language
Notes: Based on the Charlie's Angels Rebirth fanfic by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
noble_scarlet. Ekai, I really think we should collab and write more of that series. You already have me as a fan, dear. ^^
The Angels were gathered around in the kitchen while Dea Morales - the weapons expert of the team - chattered about her upcoming wedding. Everything, it seemed, had gone smoothly shortly after the near-disaster of a wedding proposal from Dea's long-time French boyfriend, Captain Jacques Montmarte and the Angels were relieved that the worst was over for them in terms of helping Dea sort out her romance problems.
It certainly had been no easy task for Ariadne Nikolai, Diahan O'Malley, Eden Moreau, Julia McAdams and Cassandra Jameson-Lee, considering that Dea had to be one of the rarest species of women: the DENSE kind.
Everytime they recalled that horrible evening, they would all collectively shudder and hope to high heaven that they would NEVER AGAIN have to go through something that nerve-wracking and arduous. While they really loved Dea for her sharp wit and even sharper sense of humor (and practically because she was the only one who could REALLY cook meals for them), they had absolutely no clue as to WHY Dea just didn't have enough upstairs when it came to dealing with romance.
Oftentimes, the job of reminding her about her boyfriend's birthday and their anniversary fell on Ariadne, Cassie and Eden which would then leave Dea in a panic as to finding the perfect gift in time because she never succeeded in remembering dates that included her boyfriend in it. Diahan and Julia would groan and throw up their hands in surrender and ended up buying gifts for her because according to Dea, she had no idea what a man would usually want other than porn.
"She just DOESN'T get ANYTHING!" Ariadne had once pointed out, ignoring Dea's squawk of resentment. "Most ordinary women would understand these things, but Dea's just so DENSE that it's inhuman."
Cassie, Diahan, Eden and Julia had raised their glasses to this while Dea fumed, protesting she wasn't THAT dense.
"That's your story Dea, you stick with it." Eden snickered, giving said Angel a playful poke in the ribs. "While we really love you and everything, this is one aspect of you that we find both infuriating and hilarious at the same time."
And infuriating it was. The last episode of Dea's denseness had cost the Angels fifty thousand dollars worth and a lot of sleepless nights just training Jacques Montmarte to be the epitome of suave and sophisticated. Luckily, Dea had enough sense in her to work double time to pay off that debt AND cook enough sumptuous meals for them to forgive her.
After that, they had thought that things would be good to go for the couple, since Dea had already agreed to marry Jacques. But then again, this was DEA. With her temper, everything always felt like the calm before the VERY BAD storm.
Dea unceremoniously dropped the spatula into the pot, watching as her stew simmered slowly. She turned to the Angels who were all positioned around the kitchen. "If I had KNOWN the entire process of getting married would be so stressful, I would have just foregone the formalities and lived in sin!" She threw her hands up in the air as she strode over to the refrigerator, taking out a bottle of beer and opening it with her teeth before taking a very unladylike swig.
The Angels winced. Briefly Ariadne wondered if Dea's teeth were made out of iron and how she managed to keep her figure what with the amount of junk food and alcohol she consumed, since she was the only heavy drinker among the Angels and not exactly a health buff. She shook her head.
Dea kept on ranting. "I can't believe it! Why is it so important to choose a color motif for DISHES??? We can eat out of PAPER PLATES for all I care! And I'm getting tired of all this Couples' Therapy bullshit that Jacques parents are putting us through! And to make it all worse, my parents want a church wedding! DO they even know how EXPENSIVE and UNNECESSARY it is???"
Eden gave Dea hug from behind. "Oh sweetie, it's only natural. This is all part of the process of planning a life together."
"You can tell me THAT when it's your turn to get married," Dea grumped.
Ariadne shook her head and gave Dea a kiss on the cheek. "No, you HAVE to get married first, Dea. Or my bet with Mac is as good as lost."
"You had a bet?!?!?"
Cassie was slowly backing away, her eyes alight with laughter as Dea turned red. "Okay, let's get out of here." All five Angels ran out of the kitchen, Dea hot on their heels.
"ANGELS!!! I AM SO GOING TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS!!!"
Day/Theme: November 12 / A kiss, and the end of the world
Series: Original (fanfic of a fanfic ^^;; )
Character/Pairing: Dea Morales / Jacques Montmarte
Rating: PG for language
Notes: Based on the Charlie's Angels Rebirth fanfic by
noble_scarlet. Ekai, I really think we should collab and write more of that series. You already have me as a fan, dear. ^^The Angels were gathered around in the kitchen while Dea Morales - the weapons expert of the team - chattered about her upcoming wedding. Everything, it seemed, had gone smoothly shortly after the near-disaster of a wedding proposal from Dea's long-time French boyfriend, Captain Jacques Montmarte and the Angels were relieved that the worst was over for them in terms of helping Dea sort out her romance problems.
It certainly had been no easy task for Ariadne Nikolai, Diahan O'Malley, Eden Moreau, Julia McAdams and Cassandra Jameson-Lee, considering that Dea had to be one of the rarest species of women: the DENSE kind.
Everytime they recalled that horrible evening, they would all collectively shudder and hope to high heaven that they would NEVER AGAIN have to go through something that nerve-wracking and arduous. While they really loved Dea for her sharp wit and even sharper sense of humor (and practically because she was the only one who could REALLY cook meals for them), they had absolutely no clue as to WHY Dea just didn't have enough upstairs when it came to dealing with romance.
Oftentimes, the job of reminding her about her boyfriend's birthday and their anniversary fell on Ariadne, Cassie and Eden which would then leave Dea in a panic as to finding the perfect gift in time because she never succeeded in remembering dates that included her boyfriend in it. Diahan and Julia would groan and throw up their hands in surrender and ended up buying gifts for her because according to Dea, she had no idea what a man would usually want other than porn.
"She just DOESN'T get ANYTHING!" Ariadne had once pointed out, ignoring Dea's squawk of resentment. "Most ordinary women would understand these things, but Dea's just so DENSE that it's inhuman."
Cassie, Diahan, Eden and Julia had raised their glasses to this while Dea fumed, protesting she wasn't THAT dense.
"That's your story Dea, you stick with it." Eden snickered, giving said Angel a playful poke in the ribs. "While we really love you and everything, this is one aspect of you that we find both infuriating and hilarious at the same time."
And infuriating it was. The last episode of Dea's denseness had cost the Angels fifty thousand dollars worth and a lot of sleepless nights just training Jacques Montmarte to be the epitome of suave and sophisticated. Luckily, Dea had enough sense in her to work double time to pay off that debt AND cook enough sumptuous meals for them to forgive her.
After that, they had thought that things would be good to go for the couple, since Dea had already agreed to marry Jacques. But then again, this was DEA. With her temper, everything always felt like the calm before the VERY BAD storm.
Dea unceremoniously dropped the spatula into the pot, watching as her stew simmered slowly. She turned to the Angels who were all positioned around the kitchen. "If I had KNOWN the entire process of getting married would be so stressful, I would have just foregone the formalities and lived in sin!" She threw her hands up in the air as she strode over to the refrigerator, taking out a bottle of beer and opening it with her teeth before taking a very unladylike swig.
The Angels winced. Briefly Ariadne wondered if Dea's teeth were made out of iron and how she managed to keep her figure what with the amount of junk food and alcohol she consumed, since she was the only heavy drinker among the Angels and not exactly a health buff. She shook her head.
Dea kept on ranting. "I can't believe it! Why is it so important to choose a color motif for DISHES??? We can eat out of PAPER PLATES for all I care! And I'm getting tired of all this Couples' Therapy bullshit that Jacques parents are putting us through! And to make it all worse, my parents want a church wedding! DO they even know how EXPENSIVE and UNNECESSARY it is???"
Eden gave Dea hug from behind. "Oh sweetie, it's only natural. This is all part of the process of planning a life together."
"You can tell me THAT when it's your turn to get married," Dea grumped.
Ariadne shook her head and gave Dea a kiss on the cheek. "No, you HAVE to get married first, Dea. Or my bet with Mac is as good as lost."
"You had a bet?!?!?"
Cassie was slowly backing away, her eyes alight with laughter as Dea turned red. "Okay, let's get out of here." All five Angels ran out of the kitchen, Dea hot on their heels.
"ANGELS!!! I AM SO GOING TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS!!!"