Just a few drabbles that would never fit in that other fic that I'm trying to write (I'm actually stuck. No comment).

1.

This is not what she imagined when Yeager called her saying that Tommy needed her help. Things were still shaky between them but Lindy would never forgive herself if something bad happened to him.

Which leads her to this moment. At 2 a.m., outside a pub or a police bar or whatever this place is.

Tommy is leaning against the wall, eyes closed, grinning like an idiot.

"Tommy, what are you doing?" She approaches him hesitantly.

"Shhhh, I'm holding the wall," he whispers, eyes still closed.

Oh boy. This will be a long night.

"Lindy!" He suddenly shouts cheerfully. "I've opened my eyes!"

"I can see that."

She's really not in the mood for any of this.

"Lindy. Lindy, Lindy..." He singsongs. "Funny name. Liiiiin-dy."

His eyes are now focused on his shoes and he starts to dangerously slide down. She tries to help him up but he's too heavy and he ends up in this awkward hunched over position. One thing is sure - there's no way she is holding his hair.

"You're not Lindy," he tells her with all of his drunken confidence. "You're too tall."

"You're kneeling, you idiot."

He doesn't seem to hear her, too absorbed by the difficult task of getting back to the upright position.

"Lindy's so... so..."

"Reckless? Unpredictable? Infuriating?" She suggests helpfully while grabbing his arm to carefully steer him away from the wall.

"Pretty," he finishes with a triumphant smile on his face.

Oh.

2.

"No, Lindy. No way."

"Come on, Tommy. Only the ends, I swear."

"There's no way in hell you're cutting my hair", he twists out of her grasp and moves away from the bed.

"This much, I promise," she shows him the length with her thumb and index finger. "It'll be fun."

She moves quickly closing the gap between them. And then her lips are on his neck, her body melting into his and he hears himself saying, "Fine."

He's so easy.

3.

"Lindy, come on, open the door!"

"No!" He hears Sophia shouting. "It brings bad luck!"

"More than getting a text message saying not leaving this room go marry someone else?"

There's some shuffling and hushed conversation and finally Lindy peeks out from behind the door.

"They didn't alter it correctly," she says irritated. "I look like a meringue!"

She swings the door open for a full dramatic effect.

Tommy shrugs, "I like meringue."

4.

"So how do you like it?"

"Lindy. Darling. Love of my life. What is that?" He points to the brownish blob on his plate.

"Irish beef stew," she huffs. "I thought it was obvious."

"Don't take this the wrong way but what exactly is in it?"

"Oh please. I googled the recipes, ok?" She says indignantly. "Only the meat and root vegetables native to Ireland. And Guinness."

He's not exactly convinced but at least it explains the colour.

"And whiskey. And Sophia had leftover Bailey's so I added some of that as well."

Yep, this will be another pizza night.

5.

"Promise me we'll spend a quiet evening just the two of us."

"I promise."

"Lindy, I'm serious. You know how I hate birthday parties."

"I promise, ok? I wouldn't have time to organise it anyway," she rolls her eyes in annoyance.

He gets a goddamn surprise party later that evening. ("I swear it was George's idea!")

6.

"No, wait, not this one!" He tries to grab the incriminating picture from her hand but she's already by the kitchen table laughing maniacally.

"Oh my God! Tommy, I had no idea you were in a boy band..."

"Very funny," he says embarrassed.

"Ok, tell me the truth," her face grows serious. "You were auditioning for a soap opera, weren't you?"

The pillow misses her by an inch.

7.

"How can you have a plan for that?"

"How can you not have one!"

"Tommy, there's never going to be a zombie apocalypse. Zombies don't exist."

"You say that now but just wait until someone tries to eat your brain."

Oh fine. She knows how to choose her battles.

"You want me to watch The Walking Dead with you, right?" She asks with a resigned sigh.

8.

"So how did the ring shopping go?" She snickers.

He's going to kill George. He wasn't even trying to buy an engagement ring. He was just standing outside the jewellery store and clearly the universe must hate him to put George across the street at that precise moment.

"I wasn't ring shopping," he tries to explain. She's trying hard not to laugh. "You know what? Fine. Let's get married. Let's tie the knot. Let me make an honest woman out of you!"

"Wow, Tommy. Your proposal really sucks!"

She's clearly mocking him.

"Next time it'll be better," he whispers in her ear.

"Next time I might say yes," she whispers back.