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short fic again
Title: King Me
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Word Count: 299
Rating: PG
Comments: I stole the Beliopoly name from earlier fics. I hope nobody minds.
Ben contemplated the arrangement in front of him, studying the layout for several minutes before slowly, deliberately sliding a single black playing piece forward one square diagonally to the right. He sat back in his chair as his opponent squinted at the board for bare moments. A red piece hopscotched across the playing field, leaping over three blacks which were eagerly scooped up by a grinning Shanks.
"King me," he exclaimed with satisfaction.
Ben groaned, looking at Shanks' newly doubled checker in disbelief. How had he missed that possible attack? Minutes later he threw up his hands in defeat.
"Now beer me," Shanks commanded.
Reluctantly he headed for the bar, muttering under his breath the whole way. "Every time, without fail. How the hell does he see those moves? And why the hell don't I? Chess, Shogi, Go, Poker, even Beliopoly, I always win, but never at checkers. It's starting to piss me off." Resentfully, he claimed two foaming tankards from the barkeep, stomping back over to his still-smiling captain. He plunked them down on the table, and threw himself back into his chair.
"I want a rematch."
"Sure, but if I win you have to get me another beer."
Ten minutes later, Ben thunked a new mug down in front of Shanks before slouching against the wall behind him in defeat. "That's the twenty-seventh one, I'm out."
"You know, if you'd ever wager something besides money for booze, you'd might like losing at checkers a whole lot more." Shanks waggled his eyebrows suggestively as he eyed his first mate. "Besides, you know I won't be up for anything after all this beer."
Ben spluttered indignantly at the suggestion, but he decided he better keep that in mind for the next time. And there would be a next time.
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Word Count: 299
Rating: PG
Comments: I stole the Beliopoly name from earlier fics. I hope nobody minds.
Ben contemplated the arrangement in front of him, studying the layout for several minutes before slowly, deliberately sliding a single black playing piece forward one square diagonally to the right. He sat back in his chair as his opponent squinted at the board for bare moments. A red piece hopscotched across the playing field, leaping over three blacks which were eagerly scooped up by a grinning Shanks.
"King me," he exclaimed with satisfaction.
Ben groaned, looking at Shanks' newly doubled checker in disbelief. How had he missed that possible attack? Minutes later he threw up his hands in defeat.
"Now beer me," Shanks commanded.
Reluctantly he headed for the bar, muttering under his breath the whole way. "Every time, without fail. How the hell does he see those moves? And why the hell don't I? Chess, Shogi, Go, Poker, even Beliopoly, I always win, but never at checkers. It's starting to piss me off." Resentfully, he claimed two foaming tankards from the barkeep, stomping back over to his still-smiling captain. He plunked them down on the table, and threw himself back into his chair.
"I want a rematch."
"Sure, but if I win you have to get me another beer."
Ten minutes later, Ben thunked a new mug down in front of Shanks before slouching against the wall behind him in defeat. "That's the twenty-seventh one, I'm out."
"You know, if you'd ever wager something besides money for booze, you'd might like losing at checkers a whole lot more." Shanks waggled his eyebrows suggestively as he eyed his first mate. "Besides, you know I won't be up for anything after all this beer."
Ben spluttered indignantly at the suggestion, but he decided he better keep that in mind for the next time. And there would be a next time.