GW500 Challenge #13

[Nightambre]

Again, one of those little thingies for the GW500 LJ community. The theme here was "beverage", and I combined that, with 3xD to present you with this.


"No."

"Dot..."

"No."

"Dotty..."

"It's disgusting to look at. It's... it's....orange."

"It's just a drink."

"I hate orange."

It would otherwise be the beginning of an argument. A difference of opinion between two people, but when one of the pair was casually taking all of this in stride, it was hard to see it as an argument. Trowa blinked for a moment when his partner crossed her arms, turned around and threw her chin in the air. He was certain she even stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. He looked down at the glass before him and he pushed it towards her again. "Just a sip, Dot. It won't kill you."

"I hate orange," Dorothy insisted. "It's not even an attractive shade of orange. It looks like unhealthy piss water."

"Last I checked, drinking piss water wasn't healthy to begin with."

Dorothy's eyes narrowed, an expression that was made more menacing thanks to the way she wore her eyebrows. "Smart ass."

Trowa just regarded her for a moment, then gave a slight sigh and indicated the glass again. Within it, was a concoction that was rather tasty, but for some reason, the mixture made the drink orange. Not just orange juice orange, but bright, electric orange. It wasn't...a pretty drink to look at. "This is one of Cathy's favorite drinks." He waited for the retort of "It's orange". It was common place during this discussion, but it didn't actually happen. He just got the sort of glare that would freeze a Gundam in it's tracks. "I'm sure you'll like it. We're supposed to be sharing things, remember?" Or, that's what the advice from the relationship hecklers kept telling him, anyway.

"Uh huh," Dorothy didn't sound convinced, unfortunately. She had a habit of when she made up her mind, it was hard to get her to unmake it. She continued to pout, too, acting more like a spoiled child that was failing to get her way. In so many ways, really, that's what she was. She just liked to ham it up for him, for some reason. "Can't we share something a little less hazardous to my health looking? Styling tips, manicurists, our favorite sexual positions?" She reached out to poke the glass with a slightly frightful sneer, "Instead of... this?"

He regarded the glass, and could feel his patience slipping away, little by little. If he didn't do anything, she'd never give it a try, and unfortunately, he could do nothing about the color. He pulled his lips thin for a moment, then gave a slight shrug. He took the glass in his hand, and brought it to his lips. After sipping from it, he wasted no time in grabbing her by the wrist, and pulling her forward so he could kiss her. He only kissed her long enough to allow her to get a taste of the drink from his own lips, though he had to convince himself that was the purpose of this, and not let it be an immediate lead in to anything else before he got an opinion.

"Well?" He asked upon pulling from the contact, one of his brows arched just slightly.

She gave a slight smile, the motion lazy and content. "That tasted nice", she answered, her tone more suggestive of the act of being kissed, not the taste of the drink.

He could almost sigh in frustration at the way her tone sounded like a... "But...?"

"I still hate orange."