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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-08-16 10:38 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-08-16 10:38 pm
Danny/Maka - The Art of Eating a Hot Dog
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: The Art of Eating a Hot Dog
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRK
Pairing: Danny Messer/Kaile Maka
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25_foods Prompt: 013. Hot Dog
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Nothing's better than a New York City street vendor hot dog.
Author's Note: It's not the greatest, I know. But I had fun writing it, and that's all that matters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny, Maka, or Flack. They're owned by CBS.
“You’re lucky I’m a cheap date, Messer,” Kaile sighed as they settled onto the side of the stonewall fountain sitting in the middle of Central Park. They both were holding a street vendor hot dog piled with the works, and Kaile was now eying it uneasily, trying to figure out where in the world to begin.
“You are anything but a cheap date, Maka,” Danny replied, sitting down next to her as he prepared to take a bite out of the dog in front of him.
“Are you seriously going to eat it like that?” Kaile asked, giving him a look.
“Is there any other way to eat it?” he frowned, giving her a look.
“Well—you’re going to get it all over yourself,” she said, eying the chili and cheese that had been slathered on his food.
“You don’t understand, Kaile,” he grinned, “There is an art to eating these things, without getting it all over you.”
“An art?” she replied, arcing an eyebrow. “Uh-huh.”
“Seriously, there is,” Danny replied, “I’ll bet you I can eat this whole thing without spilling a drop.”
“Do you really wanna make that bet?” she asked, scraping the excess chili and cheese off her own hot dog.
“Yeah, I do,” Danny nodded, a look of determination on his face, “If I do it, you will admit it’s an art form.”
“And if you don’t, you’ll walk around with a stain on your shirt looking like an ass all day,” Maka grinned devilishly, “That’s prize enough for me.”
“It’s a bet?” Danny extended his hand to her, and she shook it.
“It’s a bet,” she sighed, before taking a bite of her own food. They both started to eat, and so far, it looked like Danny was winning. Maka started to get nervous. She was not going to admit that there was an art form to eating chili cheese dogs. No way.
“You know, Danny,” she whispered, moving in closer, “I think you may be right.” Her voice rested just on the shell of his ear, and he could feel a shiver running down his spine from the sound of her voice that close to him. He had had a thing for Maka for God knows how long, and the fact that she was this close, whispering in his ear was making the synapses in his brain randomly decide to stop working.
“Really?” he managed to stammer out, “You think so?”
“Yeah,” she grinned, “But then again, I never loose a bet.”
“Wha?” he frowned, and he looked down at his shirt to see the giant chili sauce stain that was spreading over his clothes. “Shit!” he hissed, before shooting her a dirty look. “You don’t fight fair, Maka.”
“Yeah, but you never said I couldn’t distract you,” she laughed before tossing the rest of her hot dog in the trash before heading back towards the courthouse.
Damn woman.
***
“Messer!” Flack shouted as he caught up with the man back at the precinct, “Got a little something on your shirt there.”
“Yeah,” Danny shook his head, “Had a chili dog for lunch.”
“Got watch whatcha eat, man,” Flack replied, “There’s an art to eating those things.”
“Yeah, don’t remind me,” he muttered, glancing back at the smirking detective sitting at her desk, “And never bet with Maka. On anything.”
Flack gave him a look, “What the—”
“Just trust me, Flack,” Danny sighed as he walked away, “Don’t do it.”
Title: The Art of Eating a Hot Dog
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRK
Pairing: Danny Messer/Kaile Maka
25_foods Prompt: 013. Hot Dog Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Nothing's better than a New York City street vendor hot dog.
Author's Note: It's not the greatest, I know. But I had fun writing it, and that's all that matters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny, Maka, or Flack. They're owned by CBS.
“You’re lucky I’m a cheap date, Messer,” Kaile sighed as they settled onto the side of the stonewall fountain sitting in the middle of Central Park. They both were holding a street vendor hot dog piled with the works, and Kaile was now eying it uneasily, trying to figure out where in the world to begin.
“You are anything but a cheap date, Maka,” Danny replied, sitting down next to her as he prepared to take a bite out of the dog in front of him.
“Are you seriously going to eat it like that?” Kaile asked, giving him a look.
“Is there any other way to eat it?” he frowned, giving her a look.
“Well—you’re going to get it all over yourself,” she said, eying the chili and cheese that had been slathered on his food.
“You don’t understand, Kaile,” he grinned, “There is an art to eating these things, without getting it all over you.”
“An art?” she replied, arcing an eyebrow. “Uh-huh.”
“Seriously, there is,” Danny replied, “I’ll bet you I can eat this whole thing without spilling a drop.”
“Do you really wanna make that bet?” she asked, scraping the excess chili and cheese off her own hot dog.
“Yeah, I do,” Danny nodded, a look of determination on his face, “If I do it, you will admit it’s an art form.”
“And if you don’t, you’ll walk around with a stain on your shirt looking like an ass all day,” Maka grinned devilishly, “That’s prize enough for me.”
“It’s a bet?” Danny extended his hand to her, and she shook it.
“It’s a bet,” she sighed, before taking a bite of her own food. They both started to eat, and so far, it looked like Danny was winning. Maka started to get nervous. She was not going to admit that there was an art form to eating chili cheese dogs. No way.
“You know, Danny,” she whispered, moving in closer, “I think you may be right.” Her voice rested just on the shell of his ear, and he could feel a shiver running down his spine from the sound of her voice that close to him. He had had a thing for Maka for God knows how long, and the fact that she was this close, whispering in his ear was making the synapses in his brain randomly decide to stop working.
“Really?” he managed to stammer out, “You think so?”
“Yeah,” she grinned, “But then again, I never loose a bet.”
“Wha?” he frowned, and he looked down at his shirt to see the giant chili sauce stain that was spreading over his clothes. “Shit!” he hissed, before shooting her a dirty look. “You don’t fight fair, Maka.”
“Yeah, but you never said I couldn’t distract you,” she laughed before tossing the rest of her hot dog in the trash before heading back towards the courthouse.
Damn woman.
***
“Messer!” Flack shouted as he caught up with the man back at the precinct, “Got a little something on your shirt there.”
“Yeah,” Danny shook his head, “Had a chili dog for lunch.”
“Got watch whatcha eat, man,” Flack replied, “There’s an art to eating those things.”
“Yeah, don’t remind me,” he muttered, glancing back at the smirking detective sitting at her desk, “And never bet with Maka. On anything.”
Flack gave him a look, “What the—”
“Just trust me, Flack,” Danny sighed as he walked away, “Don’t do it.”