Rating: PG
Pairing:Toby/Ginger
Spoilers: None whatsoever!
Disclaimer: If it was in the show, it's not mine.
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Summary:Toby and Ginger in a movie store
Author's Note: Once again, I blame Sunny...'twas she who issued the challenge, to write a story, 27 lines in length (stop laughing! I can do brevity!) where each line starts with the letter of the alphabet, starting and ending the cycle with the first letter of your name and have the whole thing be in dialogue...I was trying to think of words that began with X, and once I did, it was a slippery slope...

"Just pick the damn movie already Ginger. How long does it take to choose a movie?" Toby grumbled, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice, and failing completely.

"Keep your hair on Toby. Half the fun is in the looking," came Ginger's airy reply.

"Like root canal is fun? Or like listening to Mary Marsh is fun?" Toby pondered.

"Mocking isn't going to help you later on tonight," Ginger replied in a singsong voice.

"No, I don't suppose it will," Toby ruefully agreed.

"Oh, I love this one," she exclaimed as she leaned down and picked up a box.

"Pretty Woman? Which you've already made me watch five times? No!" Toby bellowed, appalled at the thought of having to sit through that again.

"Quiet! People are staring at you. Besides, what's wrong with it?" Ginger hissed, looking around the store.

"Richard Gere. I can't stand him," Toby grumbled.

"Suit yourself. Anyone else I should rule out?" she asked, not bothering to suppress her amusement at his reaction.

"Tom Cruise. Brad Pitt. Keanu Reeves," came the list.

"Under no circumstances is Keanu coming to Movie Night," Ginger confirmed with a shudder of distaste.

"Viggo Mortensen I'm not too keen on either," Toby added.

"What about this?" she asked, showing him another video casing, carefully keeping her face straight.

"Xanadu? Forget it!" he ordered, in a tone of voice usually reserved for Republican Congressmen.

"You'd love it…Olivia Newton John, and all that singing…" she teased, but she put the box down anyway.

"Zero chance of that happening."

"After that response I should forget about Grease huh?" she sighed as she trailed a finger over the box in question.

"Best that you do."

"Children of a Lesser God? That's a great movie," she suggested, passing the box to him.

"Does that look like Joey Lucas, or is it just me?" he frowned, squinting at the picture on the cover.

"Everyone says that, but I don’t see it," Ginger shrugged, taking the box from him and putting it back on the shelf, knowing from his lack of interest that he wouldn't let her pick that one either.

"Found one yet?" he asked after a couple of minutes of following her around in silence.

"Gladiator? Or don’t you like Russell Crowe either?" she inquired, reading the blurb as she spoke, jumping when he came up behind her and put his arms around her waist.

"How about we forget Movie Night, and have an early night instead?" he murmured, placing a kiss on the side of her neck.

"I like that idea," she purred, leaving the stacks of videos behind and leading him towards the exit.

"Jolly good then," he grinned, reflecting when he saw the surprised look on her face that he really shouldn't pay so much attention during meetings with Lord John Marbury.