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vocab_drabblesTitle: Not Doing Windows
Fandom: Men in Black
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG
Words: 437
Characters: Kay, Jay, Frank
Summary: Frank the pug has a new gig, but it’s against the rules
Notes: I watched an MIB marathon on TV the other night, but fell asleep in in the middle. I might have woken up with this image of Frank in my mind…
The two unobtrusive men in black suits and dark sunglasses paused on the street before entering the club. Everything appeared normal, but they were seasoned agents and knew looks could be deceiving.
Nodding to each other after determining the coast was clear, they pushed the door open and went inside. Being as cool as they were, they did not need to remove their shades in the shadowy interior.
A few gazes swung their way, but it was the middle of the morning and the club was still closed, so it was mostly empty inside. A bouncer started heading their way with intent, but a subtly revealed plasma gun by Kay and Jay flashing the Big Gun deterred him, and he returned to reading his newspaper.
The two agents made their way up a winding stairway unmolested. A single door was at the end of a hallway, and they entered without bothering to knock.
The familiar alien in dog persona sat on a regal-looking chair in the center of the room, dressed in a flashy three-piece suit and flanked by two glamorously bejeweled poodles on each side.
“You know we’re gonna have to shut you down,” Agent Kay said in place of a greeting, in that friendly way of his.
“Aww, Kay, don’t be like that,” Frank implored. “I’m just trying to make a living since I got laid off from MIB.”
“Couldn’t be helped; you know we had budget cuts.”
Frank waved a hand…or paw. “Yeah, yeah, state of the economy blah blah blah. That don’t put dog food on the table.”
Jay took off his glasses to look more understanding, not that it took much effort to play good cop when with Kay. “Look, Frank, we don’t wanna hassle you, but these TVs you been selling are hot, and you know the rules about calling attention to yourself while on Earth. We’ll talk to Zed; maybe he can find you another part-time position temporarily until we’re hiring again.”
“We did just lose one of our cleaning staff to the Rigellian flu,” Kay added helpfully.
“You’re laboring under the misapprehension that I want my job back. I’ve got a good gig here,” Frank looked at each of the poodles in turn, “lovely bitches hanging on my paws, why would I want to go back and be a janitor?”
Kay’s face hardened even more than its normal hard. “Look, mutt; you’ve got two choices: do it our way or get deported. Which is it gonna be?”
Frank growled, conceding that he’d been caught and had no way out. “Fine, but Zed better not expect me to do windows.”
end
Fandom: Men in Black
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG
Words: 437
Characters: Kay, Jay, Frank
Summary: Frank the pug has a new gig, but it’s against the rules
Notes: I watched an MIB marathon on TV the other night, but fell asleep in in the middle. I might have woken up with this image of Frank in my mind…
The two unobtrusive men in black suits and dark sunglasses paused on the street before entering the club. Everything appeared normal, but they were seasoned agents and knew looks could be deceiving.
Nodding to each other after determining the coast was clear, they pushed the door open and went inside. Being as cool as they were, they did not need to remove their shades in the shadowy interior.
A few gazes swung their way, but it was the middle of the morning and the club was still closed, so it was mostly empty inside. A bouncer started heading their way with intent, but a subtly revealed plasma gun by Kay and Jay flashing the Big Gun deterred him, and he returned to reading his newspaper.
The two agents made their way up a winding stairway unmolested. A single door was at the end of a hallway, and they entered without bothering to knock.
The familiar alien in dog persona sat on a regal-looking chair in the center of the room, dressed in a flashy three-piece suit and flanked by two glamorously bejeweled poodles on each side.
“You know we’re gonna have to shut you down,” Agent Kay said in place of a greeting, in that friendly way of his.
“Aww, Kay, don’t be like that,” Frank implored. “I’m just trying to make a living since I got laid off from MIB.”
“Couldn’t be helped; you know we had budget cuts.”
Frank waved a hand…or paw. “Yeah, yeah, state of the economy blah blah blah. That don’t put dog food on the table.”
Jay took off his glasses to look more understanding, not that it took much effort to play good cop when with Kay. “Look, Frank, we don’t wanna hassle you, but these TVs you been selling are hot, and you know the rules about calling attention to yourself while on Earth. We’ll talk to Zed; maybe he can find you another part-time position temporarily until we’re hiring again.”
“We did just lose one of our cleaning staff to the Rigellian flu,” Kay added helpfully.
“You’re laboring under the misapprehension that I want my job back. I’ve got a good gig here,” Frank looked at each of the poodles in turn, “lovely bitches hanging on my paws, why would I want to go back and be a janitor?”
Kay’s face hardened even more than its normal hard. “Look, mutt; you’ve got two choices: do it our way or get deported. Which is it gonna be?”
Frank growled, conceding that he’d been caught and had no way out. “Fine, but Zed better not expect me to do windows.”
end
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Date: 2023-02-10 05:54 pm (UTC)