Meatloaf and Vengeance
"Explain to me again how I got talked into the law enforcement business." Duo said, slouching down in the booth. Trowa shrugged, pushing away his half-eaten plate of diner meatloaf. They had stopped here to catch a meal after their surveillance shift; Heero and Wufei were now in place for another twelve hours of what amounted to watching paint dry. This assignment seemed about as useful, at least in Duo's estimation.
"Because there aren't too many career options for nineteen year olds with your particular skill set?" Trowa offered, already rooting around in his jacket pockets for a roll of antacids.
"So much for my alien mind control theory." Duo watched Trowa hunt for the antacids, then eyed the remains of his meal. "You gonna eat all of that?" He pointed. Trowa shrugged again.
"It's yours if you want it. Better your guts than mine." He pushed the plate over to Duo. "I don't want to hear you complain about it tomorrow, though."
"Not a peep, my man, not a peep." Duo took a bite. "Mmmmm...greasy. Perfect." Trowa snorted in disbelief. "No, man, perfect! This is my ticket out of work tomorrow."
Trowa simply waited, one eyebrow raised.
"Let's just say I don't want to be around when Heero and Wufei get the paper tomorrow. You know they both read the whole damn thing, including the personals." Duo snickered, then made a face at the food on his fork. "'GAC ISO GM for light spanking. No sissys.'" Duo chortled. "I've got the responses routed to their email."
Trowa shook his head, laughing. "Duo, they're going to murder you."
"Yep." He took another bite. "I'm hoping for food poisoning."