I feel bad. I've been watching Grimm for about a month now, and I still can't think of HOW to write a story for it! I hope this works, reviews on your opinion is like gold coins to me ;) Just seeing if anyone got the Grimm reference joke. HAHA, ugh I'm lame…

Monroe couldn't remember the last he'd been this upset over something so small in a long time. All of his beer, gone. Getting into one of his angry sarcastic moods, he stalked over into the living room with the Grimm in it.

"Dude, you jacked my last beer," Monroe threw his arms in the air. Nick just casually looked over at him as he took another sip from the bottle.

"No I didn't," he said licking his lips.

"Yeah. You did. I just checked my fridge and it's empty." Nick continued to stare at him dumbly.

"No," he drawled out, "I didn't. I checked to make sure there was one for you too when I got one."

"Dude, I live here. I think I know where my beer is. And you took the last one." Monroe was getting angrier now.

"Oh my god, you know what, fine. I will go in the kitchen and get you the beer that I left for you. Ok?" Nick exclaimed, setting his beer down to go and get Monroe's.

"Ok, well, I'll be in here because your going to be searching for a long time," Monroe unintentionally growled, his inner wolf becoming frustrated as well. He could hear rustling in the kitchen, the constant open and close of his refrigerator door, the occasional opening of cabinets, and couple of curses and words Monroe figured he would never hear from the other. When he heard the jingling of keys, he turned around to find Nick putting on his shoes. Monroe instantly felt bad about fighting with Nick about beer.

"Hey, I might be upset about the beer, but I'm not kicking you out for it," Monroe frowned.

"I figured you would, but I'm going to grab some more from the store, maybe get some chips or something too. Any preferences?" Nick shrugged on his jacket, turning to Monroe. Monroe just shook his head.

"Not really. You don't have to get anything, seriously." Nick just looked at him with one of his charismatic and contagious smiles.

"I basically live at your house, considering the fact that I'm over here all the time drinking your beer and eating your food. And actually, I might as well grab some milk too since I finished that off this morning when I came over about the Schakalen from the case. I'll be back in fifteen minutes." And without another word, Nick walked out the door. Monroe just stared at the door, wondering what the hell had just happened. Shaking his head, he sat down onto the couch and stared at the blank TV.

"So what," he said to himself, "I'm the housewife now?"

Haha! Oh Monroe, your so womanly and prissy about your beer. I seriously couldn't resist! Alrighty, sequel?