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timestamp for Date Night (POI)
For those of you who remember Date Night, my Person of Interest fic where Reese and Finch accidentally-on-purpose eavesdrop on Carter's date, I posted this little timestamp snippet on Tumblr for an ask from ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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John leaned over Harold's shoulder and set the bowl of popcorn down in front of his keyboard. Harold had to angle his elbows out to keep his hands in place: it was a very large bowl, full to the brim of fluffy kernels smelling richly of butter and salt.
He turned as much as his neck would allow to glare at John. "What is that?"
"Don't give me that look, Harold. You forgot. Again."
Harold furrowed his brow in thought, trying to pull his thoughts away from the code he'd been working on for the last several. They had just wrapped up the latest number - the kerfuffle with Miss Turner's alarm system prompting this coding session - and he'd already taken Bear out today, so what...?
Ah.
"I forgot date night." They were supposed to see a movie, some retrospective at a in the Village. He'd bought tickets - last week? He looked at the clock and winced.
"Yup," John said cheerfully. "But don't worry, I came prepared." He brandished a movie - a DVD, how quaint - which, judging by the poorly rendered explosions and posturing actors, was another of John's underproduced over-CGI'd badly-acted guilty pleasures. The lead actor's hair looked like a refugee from the eighties, though that was no guarantee of the movie's actual era.
Harold sighed. He really had to remember to set an alarm next time.
(original story on AO3) (from this meme, which I'm happy to do more of if anyone here is interested)
smilebackwards:John leaned over Harold's shoulder and set the bowl of popcorn down in front of his keyboard. Harold had to angle his elbows out to keep his hands in place: it was a very large bowl, full to the brim of fluffy kernels smelling richly of butter and salt.
He turned as much as his neck would allow to glare at John. "What is that?"
"Don't give me that look, Harold. You forgot. Again."
Harold furrowed his brow in thought, trying to pull his thoughts away from the code he'd been working on for the last several. They had just wrapped up the latest number - the kerfuffle with Miss Turner's alarm system prompting this coding session - and he'd already taken Bear out today, so what...?
Ah.
"I forgot date night." They were supposed to see a movie, some retrospective at a in the Village. He'd bought tickets - last week? He looked at the clock and winced.
"Yup," John said cheerfully. "But don't worry, I came prepared." He brandished a movie - a DVD, how quaint - which, judging by the poorly rendered explosions and posturing actors, was another of John's underproduced over-CGI'd badly-acted guilty pleasures. The lead actor's hair looked like a refugee from the eighties, though that was no guarantee of the movie's actual era.
Harold sighed. He really had to remember to set an alarm next time.
(original story on AO3) (from this meme, which I'm happy to do more of if anyone here is interested)