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vocab_drabblesTitle: Trust Me, You'll Love It!
Fandom: Starsky and Hutch
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Words: 200
Characters: Starsky, Hutch
Summary: A simple thing like eating dinner was never simple around Starsky
Ken Hutchinson put the finishing touches on his report and leaned back, stretching out the kinks from a long session bent over the typewriter. He glanced at his partner, who was signing his paper with a flourish.
Hutch's stomach rumbled, reminding him of how long ago lunch was. "What are we doing for dinner?"
"Oh – hey, I know a great little place; a friend of mine runs it."
"Friend of yours?" Hutch queried warily. They knew the same people, and he couldn't think of any restaurateurs. That didn't bode well.
"Okay, so it's a guy we busted a few weeks ago, but you'll love it!"
His stomach complained again, and he sighed, not up to a long discussion. He just wanted to eat. "All right, but I have a caveat."
"I'm sure they have those. You can have anything your little blond heart desires, my treat," Starsky assured him.
Hutch shot his partner one of his patented glares, ensuring he caught it. The dumb cop routine wasn't going to work on his partner.
"Fine," Starsky said as he headed towards the door. "What's your stipulation?"
Hutch rose and grabbed his jacket, following. "We check out the health department report first."
Fandom: Starsky and Hutch
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Words: 200
Characters: Starsky, Hutch
Summary: A simple thing like eating dinner was never simple around Starsky
Ken Hutchinson put the finishing touches on his report and leaned back, stretching out the kinks from a long session bent over the typewriter. He glanced at his partner, who was signing his paper with a flourish.
Hutch's stomach rumbled, reminding him of how long ago lunch was. "What are we doing for dinner?"
"Oh – hey, I know a great little place; a friend of mine runs it."
"Friend of yours?" Hutch queried warily. They knew the same people, and he couldn't think of any restaurateurs. That didn't bode well.
"Okay, so it's a guy we busted a few weeks ago, but you'll love it!"
His stomach complained again, and he sighed, not up to a long discussion. He just wanted to eat. "All right, but I have a caveat."
"I'm sure they have those. You can have anything your little blond heart desires, my treat," Starsky assured him.
Hutch shot his partner one of his patented glares, ensuring he caught it. The dumb cop routine wasn't going to work on his partner.
"Fine," Starsky said as he headed towards the door. "What's your stipulation?"
Hutch rose and grabbed his jacket, following. "We check out the health department report first."
