FANFIC: ace in the hole (The Pitt)
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queenslayerbeeThis was a treat I wrote for Seasons of Drabbles! Season 2 really has me enamoured with this dynamic and I couldn't resist the prompt.
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Title: ace in the hole.
Fandom: The Pitt.
Character/Pairing: Trinity Santos/Victoria Javadi.
Summary: Santos has a proposition. Javadi is itching for a fight.
Word count: 200.
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"You and I should go to the Rivers Casino," Santos told her, blasé as ever. "Bet you're really good at counting cards."
"I am," she bragged. Snippy, she added, "But I'm not twenty-one yet, remember?"
"Right…" Santos drawled, in that supremely annoying way of hers, stretching the vocals beyond their limit. "Tell me, you ever played strip poker?"
Victoria was so fucking tired of Santos making fun of her youth and inexperience. It often made her mouth ran away from her, and this time was no different.
"No. But you'd have no chance against me."
Santos grinned, her eyebrows raised in reluctant appreciation.
"Alright, Crash. Friday night, after shift. You're on."
She walked away with a pep to her step. Victoria glared at her back until she turned a corner, out of view.
Whitaker, who listened to their back and forth wearing the face of a man who felt it'd be too awkward and rude to complain about his own execution, told her "Don't worry! I'll… make myself scarce that night."
That was kind of him, but unnecessary. She swore that in this particular battle of their cold war, it would not be Victoria who'd end up naked and penniless.
"I am," she bragged. Snippy, she added, "But I'm not twenty-one yet, remember?"
"Right…" Santos drawled, in that supremely annoying way of hers, stretching the vocals beyond their limit. "Tell me, you ever played strip poker?"
Victoria was so fucking tired of Santos making fun of her youth and inexperience. It often made her mouth ran away from her, and this time was no different.
"No. But you'd have no chance against me."
Santos grinned, her eyebrows raised in reluctant appreciation.
"Alright, Crash. Friday night, after shift. You're on."
She walked away with a pep to her step. Victoria glared at her back until she turned a corner, out of view.
Whitaker, who listened to their back and forth wearing the face of a man who felt it'd be too awkward and rude to complain about his own execution, told her "Don't worry! I'll… make myself scarce that night."
That was kind of him, but unnecessary. She swore that in this particular battle of their cold war, it would not be Victoria who'd end up naked and penniless.
