The Advent Drabbles - 4th December

[byslantedlight]

The Advent Drabbles
by Slantedlight
4th December

"No wonder she's Cowley's favourite grass..."

"Christ, that's her?"

"Dunno why you're hanging around with this great lump when you could be 'avin' that..."

Bodie watched Doyle's face as he was nudged and jostled by what seemed like half the squad, didn't know whether to be pleased or not that Doyle was getting more and more tense as it wore on. He was protective, was Doyle, and she was older now.

Finally, inevitably, Doyle lost his rag, opened his mouth.

"Fuck off Lucas - that great lump can out-shoot and out-fight you any day."

Bodie found himself smiling, quietly, inside.