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anythingdrabbleTitle: Cosmo Penalty
Fandom: Viola come il mare
Author:veronyxk84
Pairing: Viola Vitale/Francesco Demir
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: alcohol use
Word count: 200 (Ellipsus)
Spoilers/Setting: Set post-S2.
Summary: A silly bet goes terribly wrong for Francesco, and he ends up belting down a Cosmopolitan under Viola’s triumphant gaze.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #440 - Belt
Crossposted:drabble_zone, My journal (with bonus Italian version), “Chiamami Ancora Amore” - the Series
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Pushing her way through the evening crowd, Viola returned to the table with a pink drink in her hands. She sat down and set the Cosmopolitan in front of Francesco with a triumphant smile.
“Do I really have to?” he asked, staring at the drink with a defeated look.
“You’re the one who bet you could handle waxing without flinching,” Viola reminded him, raising an eyebrow. “Instead you screamed like a banshee at the first strip.”
Francesco rolled his eyes. “Whatever. No one knows I lost the bet.”
Viola lifted her phone, camera already on. “Not for long, inspector. Unless you want people thinking you can’t lose a bet like a real man.”
Francesco shot her a glare, then sighed. He picked up the glass and belted the drink down in one go, squeezing his eyes shut as Viola snapped the photo.
“See? That went better than waxing, didn’t it?”
He set the empty glass down with a grimace. “Disgusting. Can I have a beer now?”
“Get one for me too, please. You’re buying, right?”
Francesco stood up, shaking his head with a half-smile. “You’re such a freeloader.”
Viola watched him go, amused, and decided not to post the photo.
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Fandom: Viola come il mare
Author:
veronyxk84Pairing: Viola Vitale/Francesco Demir
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: alcohol use
Word count: 200 (Ellipsus)
Spoilers/Setting: Set post-S2.
Summary: A silly bet goes terribly wrong for Francesco, and he ends up belting down a Cosmopolitan under Viola’s triumphant gaze.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #440 - Belt
Crossposted:
drabble_zone, My journal (with bonus Italian version), “Chiamami Ancora Amore” - the Series—
Pushing her way through the evening crowd, Viola returned to the table with a pink drink in her hands. She sat down and set the Cosmopolitan in front of Francesco with a triumphant smile.
“Do I really have to?” he asked, staring at the drink with a defeated look.
“You’re the one who bet you could handle waxing without flinching,” Viola reminded him, raising an eyebrow. “Instead you screamed like a banshee at the first strip.”
Francesco rolled his eyes. “Whatever. No one knows I lost the bet.”
Viola lifted her phone, camera already on. “Not for long, inspector. Unless you want people thinking you can’t lose a bet like a real man.”
Francesco shot her a glare, then sighed. He picked up the glass and belted the drink down in one go, squeezing his eyes shut as Viola snapped the photo.
“See? That went better than waxing, didn’t it?”
He set the empty glass down with a grimace. “Disgusting. Can I have a beer now?”
“Get one for me too, please. You’re buying, right?”
Francesco stood up, shaking his head with a half-smile. “You’re such a freeloader.”
Viola watched him go, amused, and decided not to post the photo.
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