Title: And He Scoooores
By: anmani
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
A/N: I got dared to write something funny. This is but a meager attempt. This little fic is set sometime during season 3. English is my second language and that makes it hard to do humor. They say that: A language is not spoken fluent before you speak the humor. They are absolutely right.
Summary: Just a playful morning.

“What the fuck!!?” Greg yelps from the bathroom.

“NICK WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”

‘Gotten even.’ Nick does nothing to hide his smile.

“Nothing G.!” He puts on his most innocent voice.

“NOTHING? Do you call this nothing?” Greg asks as he flings the door open.

“Wow green hair that’s new.” Nick puts on a face of wonder.

“It wasn’t green until I put my gel in. So what have you done?” Greg stares him down.

‘Put in some green dye stupid.’

“Maybe you’ve bought a gel with too much color in?” Nick is still going for the innocent voice.

‘As if, I bet this is for the salt on the grapefruit.’ Greg changes his tactic.

“Hmm maybe it’s not so bad. Do you think I should add some blue as well?” He disappears into the bathroom again.

‘How did that backfire so fast?’ Nick looks stunned at the closed bathroom door.

“Eh I think white would look better with the green.” Nick heads of for the kitchen to prepare their breakfast, checking that the sugar shaker contains sugar and not salt.

‘Might as well teach him a lesson in this game.’ Greg sets to work on his looks again.

“Nicky what’s for breakfast?”

“Toast, cheese and coffee. And to live things up pineapple juice.” Nick answers the closed bathroom door.

“Uhm sounds good Nicky.” Greg says as he saunters into the kitchen causing Nick to drop the bread basket.

‘Gotcha.’ Greg keeps the face of an angel on while Nick stares.

‘Green hair, white face, red lips, black eyeliner and blue eye shadow. The man’s insane!’

“Wh-wh-what have you done?” Nick’s face the definition of surprise.

“You can’t go to work like that!” Nick starts to gather some self composure.

“I can and I will. If you’re a nice boy I won’t tell who is to blame.” Greg knows from Nick’s slumped shoulders that he has won this round.

“I love you.” Nick kneels before him and let the winner have his reward.