Alphabits: Brick
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trinitydayTitle: Alphabits: Brick
Fandom: Dark Angel
Characters: Max, Alec
Word Count: 231
Written for: nickeldime17's alphabet challenge for Max and Alec lovers.
“This seems like an awful lot of trouble for you just to throw a brick,” Alec commented, drumming his fingers on the card table that doubled as Max’s vanity these days.
Max scowled, but she was too busy trying to smooth down an erstwhile hair to do anything else. “I’m not throwing a brick,” she explained for the fifth time that day. “I’m setting the cornerstone.”
Alec shrugged. He could never understand how a girl could spend so much time primping when she was genetically enhanced to look stunning even in army fatigues.
“Stone, brick, whatever. They’re still all rocks.”
“The cornerstone,” Max continued meaningfully, as though she hadn’t been expecting Alec’s interruption and paused for it, “of a new transgenic cultural centre, which is a huge step forward in ordinary-transgenic relations.”
“They’re only offering us a museum because anything else would require actual work on their side,” Alec said cynically.
“If that’s how you feel, then why are you even coming?” she asked in exasperation, giving up on her hair and placing her hands on her hips.
Alec grinned at her with his most charming smile, the one that had not yet once made Max swoon, though that left most other girls (and several guys, including their former boss) putty in his hand. He jumped off the desk and smoothed out his tux.
“What can I say, Maxie? I’m bored.”
Fandom: Dark Angel
Characters: Max, Alec
Word Count: 231
Written for: nickeldime17's alphabet challenge for Max and Alec lovers.
“This seems like an awful lot of trouble for you just to throw a brick,” Alec commented, drumming his fingers on the card table that doubled as Max’s vanity these days.
Max scowled, but she was too busy trying to smooth down an erstwhile hair to do anything else. “I’m not throwing a brick,” she explained for the fifth time that day. “I’m setting the cornerstone.”
Alec shrugged. He could never understand how a girl could spend so much time primping when she was genetically enhanced to look stunning even in army fatigues.
“Stone, brick, whatever. They’re still all rocks.”
“The cornerstone,” Max continued meaningfully, as though she hadn’t been expecting Alec’s interruption and paused for it, “of a new transgenic cultural centre, which is a huge step forward in ordinary-transgenic relations.”
“They’re only offering us a museum because anything else would require actual work on their side,” Alec said cynically.
“If that’s how you feel, then why are you even coming?” she asked in exasperation, giving up on her hair and placing her hands on her hips.
Alec grinned at her with his most charming smile, the one that had not yet once made Max swoon, though that left most other girls (and several guys, including their former boss) putty in his hand. He jumped off the desk and smoothed out his tux.
“What can I say, Maxie? I’m bored.”