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adventdrabblesTitle: Doggone It
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing/Characters: Alec Hardison/Parker/(Eliot Spencer, in absentia)
Rating/Warnings: T
Disclaimer: here
Prompt: Santa with dogs
Summary: Their New Orleans base needs a business front. Parker has just the idea.
Read it on AO3 or
Alec was back, and as much fun as welcoming him home had been, Parker needed to take him to the mall.
“Why’ve we got to go to the mall?” he asked for the millionth time as they sat waiting for the light to turn green.
“Memory lane,” she said. “Remember when we got to be elves and Santa that one year back in Boston?”
“Oh, you mean when Chaos destroyed Lucille 2.0? Yeah, yeah, I remember that. Parker, that is not a Memory Lane that’s exactly begging for a pleasant stroll down it.”
“I know,” she said. “That’s why we didn’t bring Eliot. He didn’t like playing Santa.”
Alec sputtered a little, but that was just what he did. He’d had fun on that job too, other than what happened to Lucille. Besides, he was going to like her idea.
“You realize we can get anything we want online,” he said.
“Not this,” she said. “Or, well, not exactly.”
She refused to say anything else until they were in the mall. When they got close to the center, she grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the “snowy” area.
“See?”
“Parker,” Alec said slowly, “if you really want to take a picture with Santa, I think we’d have better odds asking Eliot to break out the old costume. Or, well, get a new one.”
“No, silly!” Parker squeezed his hand and pointed to where she wanted him to look. “Look, there!”
While the idea of getting Eliot to dress up as Santa again and take a picture with the two of them on his lap was kind of fun—he’d be the kind of grumpy he gets when the lines around his eyes say that he’s not really grumpy at all—this was even better.
“Awww, you’re right, babe. That is cute.”
Finally, he was paying attention to the right thing. Off to the side of the photographer, there was a little pen of wiener dogs dressed in cute Christmas costumes. When some of the little kids got scared, the photographer pointed to the dogs or picked one up. It didn’t always work, but a lot of the time it got the kids to at least stop crying and maybe even laugh a little.
“But, babe, you know we can’t actually get a dog,” he said.
“That’s the other thing I need to show you,” she said. “Come on!”
She pulled him along with her, up the escalator and over to the Purrfect Palace.
“What in the actual hell is a cat café?” he asked.
“It’s a place you can get coffee and play with cats!” she said. “And adopt them too, so there’s always different ones.”
“Well, I mean, cats are more independent,” he said.
“No, my idea is for dogs,” she said.
Alec pulled her over to a bench with a fake palm tree next to it. “Okay, baby girl, you’re gonna have to spell it out for me, here.”
“Well, even if we only use it some of the time, our New Orleans headquarters needs some kind of a business to go with it. The building next door just went up for sale, and it has a little café on the first floor.”
“So you want … a dog café?”
“Exactly! I mean, we’d have to stick with little dogs for the most part, but they need people too, and Eliot could invent some treats for them, and we could play with them when we’re here, and …”
“It sounds perfect.” Alec picked up her hand and kissed it.
“No, not purrfect. It needs a doggier name.” Parker hadn’t quite worked that part out yet.
“Well, I mean, if the point is to find them homes, maybe the Dog Gone Café?”
Parker grinned. “I knew you’d come up with something brilliant! Come on, let’s go back and tell the others!”
She pulled him to his feet and headed for the down escalator.
“Oh no. My baby sister is gonna get so attached …”
“Oh, I’ve got plans for Breanna. What kind of toys do you think she’ll make for them?”
Alec laughed and shook his head. He was obviously already thinking things up himself. This was going to be brilliant.
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing/Characters: Alec Hardison/Parker/(Eliot Spencer, in absentia)
Rating/Warnings: T
Disclaimer: here
Prompt: Santa with dogs
Summary: Their New Orleans base needs a business front. Parker has just the idea.
Read it on AO3 or
Alec was back, and as much fun as welcoming him home had been, Parker needed to take him to the mall.
“Why’ve we got to go to the mall?” he asked for the millionth time as they sat waiting for the light to turn green.
“Memory lane,” she said. “Remember when we got to be elves and Santa that one year back in Boston?”
“Oh, you mean when Chaos destroyed Lucille 2.0? Yeah, yeah, I remember that. Parker, that is not a Memory Lane that’s exactly begging for a pleasant stroll down it.”
“I know,” she said. “That’s why we didn’t bring Eliot. He didn’t like playing Santa.”
Alec sputtered a little, but that was just what he did. He’d had fun on that job too, other than what happened to Lucille. Besides, he was going to like her idea.
“You realize we can get anything we want online,” he said.
“Not this,” she said. “Or, well, not exactly.”
She refused to say anything else until they were in the mall. When they got close to the center, she grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the “snowy” area.
“See?”
“Parker,” Alec said slowly, “if you really want to take a picture with Santa, I think we’d have better odds asking Eliot to break out the old costume. Or, well, get a new one.”
“No, silly!” Parker squeezed his hand and pointed to where she wanted him to look. “Look, there!”
While the idea of getting Eliot to dress up as Santa again and take a picture with the two of them on his lap was kind of fun—he’d be the kind of grumpy he gets when the lines around his eyes say that he’s not really grumpy at all—this was even better.
“Awww, you’re right, babe. That is cute.”
Finally, he was paying attention to the right thing. Off to the side of the photographer, there was a little pen of wiener dogs dressed in cute Christmas costumes. When some of the little kids got scared, the photographer pointed to the dogs or picked one up. It didn’t always work, but a lot of the time it got the kids to at least stop crying and maybe even laugh a little.
“But, babe, you know we can’t actually get a dog,” he said.
“That’s the other thing I need to show you,” she said. “Come on!”
She pulled him along with her, up the escalator and over to the Purrfect Palace.
“What in the actual hell is a cat café?” he asked.
“It’s a place you can get coffee and play with cats!” she said. “And adopt them too, so there’s always different ones.”
“Well, I mean, cats are more independent,” he said.
“No, my idea is for dogs,” she said.
Alec pulled her over to a bench with a fake palm tree next to it. “Okay, baby girl, you’re gonna have to spell it out for me, here.”
“Well, even if we only use it some of the time, our New Orleans headquarters needs some kind of a business to go with it. The building next door just went up for sale, and it has a little café on the first floor.”
“So you want … a dog café?”
“Exactly! I mean, we’d have to stick with little dogs for the most part, but they need people too, and Eliot could invent some treats for them, and we could play with them when we’re here, and …”
“It sounds perfect.” Alec picked up her hand and kissed it.
“No, not purrfect. It needs a doggier name.” Parker hadn’t quite worked that part out yet.
“Well, I mean, if the point is to find them homes, maybe the Dog Gone Café?”
Parker grinned. “I knew you’d come up with something brilliant! Come on, let’s go back and tell the others!”
She pulled him to his feet and headed for the down escalator.
“Oh no. My baby sister is gonna get so attached …”
“Oh, I’ve got plans for Breanna. What kind of toys do you think she’ll make for them?”
Alec laughed and shook his head. He was obviously already thinking things up himself. This was going to be brilliant.
