![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
memorysdaughter.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
what_she_sawTitle: Who Are You Wearing?
Summary: Joe and Allison enjoy the aftermath of high fashion.
Prompt: #35 (fashion)
Author: Sarah-Beth (memorysdaughter)
Rating: PG-ish
Character(s): Allison, Joe
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 265
Who Are You Wearing?
Allison closed the door quietly behind her, and walked softly through the foyer. She set her briefcase on the floor and slipped off her shoes.
“Hey,” Joe said, waving a hand from the couch. “How was it?”
“What can I say about four hours of skinny, bored-looking women tramping across a catwalk in things that seemed more like curtains than dresses?”
“That’ll do,” Joe said.
“And to top it all off, the woman we were looking for didn’t even show up. Devalos thinks she’s skipped town by now.”
Allison opened the fridge and took out a pitcher of juice. She poured some into a glass. “How was your evening with the girls?”
“Let’s just say I would have traded you your high-fashion stakeout for my evening,” Joe said, taking a long sip from the glass of water next to him.
“Oh yeah? That bad?”
Joe chuckled. “You could say that.”
Allison tugged off her suit jacket and came to sit next to him on the couch. “Well, I have to tell you, after all the ugly dresses I saw tonight, I must admit that your outfit is the most stunning. Tell me, Mr. DuBois, who are you wearing?”
Joe laughed and flicked off the TV, turning to kiss Allison. “Well, Mrs. DuBois, if you must know… the boxer shorts are Fruit of the Loom, and the T-shirt is… negotiable.”
“Negotiable? I think I’ve heard of him… isn’t he Croatian?” Allison smiled, and leaned into Joe’s kiss.
“He could be tonight,” Joe said.
“I believe you’re my favorite model,” Allison said. “Do you have other outfits?”
Summary: Joe and Allison enjoy the aftermath of high fashion.
Prompt: #35 (fashion)
Author: Sarah-Beth (memorysdaughter)
Rating: PG-ish
Character(s): Allison, Joe
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 265
Who Are You Wearing?
Allison closed the door quietly behind her, and walked softly through the foyer. She set her briefcase on the floor and slipped off her shoes.
“Hey,” Joe said, waving a hand from the couch. “How was it?”
“What can I say about four hours of skinny, bored-looking women tramping across a catwalk in things that seemed more like curtains than dresses?”
“That’ll do,” Joe said.
“And to top it all off, the woman we were looking for didn’t even show up. Devalos thinks she’s skipped town by now.”
Allison opened the fridge and took out a pitcher of juice. She poured some into a glass. “How was your evening with the girls?”
“Let’s just say I would have traded you your high-fashion stakeout for my evening,” Joe said, taking a long sip from the glass of water next to him.
“Oh yeah? That bad?”
Joe chuckled. “You could say that.”
Allison tugged off her suit jacket and came to sit next to him on the couch. “Well, I have to tell you, after all the ugly dresses I saw tonight, I must admit that your outfit is the most stunning. Tell me, Mr. DuBois, who are you wearing?”
Joe laughed and flicked off the TV, turning to kiss Allison. “Well, Mrs. DuBois, if you must know… the boxer shorts are Fruit of the Loom, and the T-shirt is… negotiable.”
“Negotiable? I think I’ve heard of him… isn’t he Croatian?” Allison smiled, and leaned into Joe’s kiss.
“He could be tonight,” Joe said.
“I believe you’re my favorite model,” Allison said. “Do you have other outfits?”
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2009-05-26 05:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-26 07:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-01 11:15 pm (UTC)I loved this, it was incredibly sweet.