[Table #6/Prompt #18: Waiting] The Monkees: 'Ambush'

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Title: 'Ambush'
Fandom: The Monkees
Prompt: Table #6/Prompt #18: Waiting
Character/Pairing: Micky Dolenz, Mike Nesmith
Rating: G
Summary: "I got the drop on ya!"
Authors Notes: Fic = Mine. Characters = Not Mine. Crossposted to drabble_zone for Challenge #143: Fast.

His eyes darting nervously from left to right, Micky cautiously entered the Pad through the back door. Doing his best to keep quiet, he tiptoed toward the kitchen. He didn't have much time, and he had no idea where the next onslaught would come from--

"Not so fast, Shotgun," he heard Mike drawl. "I got the drop on ya!"

Looking up, Micky winced at the sight of the Texan leaning over the railing of the balcony, his water gun aimed at Micky's head.

Nervously, he hid his own behind his back. "I, uh, wanted to get a soda," he feebly fibbed.

"Like heck you did," Mike smirked. "You were sneakin' in to get a refill--it's your water pistol that's thirsty, not you!"

"What's wrong with that? What were you up to, lying in wait to ambush me?! You think you've got a monopoly on the faucet, pal? Besides, I'm closer to the sink than you," he added, casually strolling under the balcony and into the kitchen. Here, he was sheltered. He dove for the icebox, rummaging.

"What're you doin'," Mike fussed, hurrying down the stairs--

"Banzaaaaiiiii!"

--and finding himself being bombed with water balloons as Micky crowed in delight.