The Perk, Thursday

[designateddadfriend]

Travis was out with Probie for a walk, and decided to swing through the Perk for a quick pick me up, when lo and behold, who should he run into, but --

"Chief Dixon?!" He made a face, and only barely tried to reshape it into something vaguely respectful. "What the f -- um, what are you doing here? Sir." He blinked. "And why are you wearing a puka shell necklace?"

"Montgomery," Dixon said with a smirk, and raised his to-go cup. "Just getting some caffeine before I go see what a mess you've made out of that local station."

"Ohhh my god," Travis said. "This is the worst day ever. And that includes the three weeks I was stuck in a giant hole."

"Well sure," Dixon said, still smirking. "Your type is all about the holes, right?"

"That's." Travis pinched his nose. "What."

[open! With warnings for all the casual micro- and not so microagressions from Travis's nemesis, the worst human in all of Shondaland.]

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[designateddadfriend]

"He's cute," Dixon said, smirk growing. "Going for the bimbos now, eh, Montgomery?"

"He's not. From. Here," Travis said, teeth gritted so hard they were grinding together. "Leave us. Alone."

[stykera]

"I'm not a bimbo," Stark said quickly.

He wasn't even a himbo! He was just occasionally clueless.

[designateddadfriend]

"Oh, sorry, what's the PC term these days, 'developmentally challenged'?"

Yeah, okay. Travis turned around and decked Dixon for that one.

[stykera]

Stark had started to sputter a response but Travis got there first. And now Travis was getting quite the heart-eyed expression (in a bros who maybe sometimes still sleep together? sort of way) from Stark.

"...he deserved that," he said very quietly.

[designateddadfriend]

"Oh god," Travis said, shaking out his hand. "I swore I wouldn't do that anymore."

"Someone call the police!" Dixon demanded. "This man has assaulted me and I am pressing charges!"

[stykera]

Joke's on you, Dixon, the cops would almost definitely be siding with the firefighter here.

"Is your hand hurt?" Stark asked, reaching for it and trying to ignore Dixon.

[designateddadfriend]

"No." A beat. "I mean, yes, but I just need to ice it, I think."

"Wimp," Dixon said.

"But I bet I could break it if I hit him again."

You might want to hold him back now, Stark.

[stykera]

"He's not a wimp," Stark said as he stepped between the two men.

"Let me look at your hand, Travis. If he needs hitting again I can hit him. I don't want you hurt."

He'd do it, too. Happily.

[designateddadfriend]

"I don't want you hurt, either," Travis said.

"I'm going to be sick," Dixon said casually.

[stykera]

"Be sick somewhere else," Stark said without not turning to look at Dixon.