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deantestineswritingTitle: The Orca || Ao3
Fandom: Jaws
Rating: G
Ship: Martin Brody/Matt Hooper/Quint
Warnings: Drinking
Word Count: 200
Whats in here?: Drinking, Storm
Summary: The ocean is a dangerous place to be.
For: Sweet and Short
The ship rocks.
They sit around the table, drinking nothing that tastes good. But it gets down.
Quint stares out the window and watches the wave's erraticism. They tumble against the boat, dark like the sky.
A loud groan. "When's this gonna be over?!?" Hooper has had too much to drink. He bangs his hand a little too hard against the glass, not enough to crack or break it, but it's incautious of him. He's had far too much to drink.
Brody has his hand on Hooper's shoulder, also drunk. "Don't worry, Hoops." He'd never called him that before. He's laughing.
Quint lets himself relax. He doesn't, mentally, of course. But physically he sinks into the chair and swirls his drink around in his hand.
They look… Happy. Happy in a way it's normally hard for Quint to achieve, but he ends up feeling it anyway. It's easier around them.
They've spent far too much damn time on this boat.
Thunder crackles through the air and Brody jumps like a scared dog. Hooper laughs at him and Brody laughs too and they were all laughing. It feels, in just that moment, like a shark is an easy thing to catch.
Fandom: Jaws
Rating: G
Ship: Martin Brody/Matt Hooper/Quint
Warnings: Drinking
Word Count: 200
Whats in here?: Drinking, Storm
Summary: The ocean is a dangerous place to be.
For: Sweet and Short
The ship rocks.
They sit around the table, drinking nothing that tastes good. But it gets down.
Quint stares out the window and watches the wave's erraticism. They tumble against the boat, dark like the sky.
A loud groan. "When's this gonna be over?!?" Hooper has had too much to drink. He bangs his hand a little too hard against the glass, not enough to crack or break it, but it's incautious of him. He's had far too much to drink.
Brody has his hand on Hooper's shoulder, also drunk. "Don't worry, Hoops." He'd never called him that before. He's laughing.
Quint lets himself relax. He doesn't, mentally, of course. But physically he sinks into the chair and swirls his drink around in his hand.
They look… Happy. Happy in a way it's normally hard for Quint to achieve, but he ends up feeling it anyway. It's easier around them.
They've spent far too much damn time on this boat.
Thunder crackles through the air and Brody jumps like a scared dog. Hooper laughs at him and Brody laughs too and they were all laughing. It feels, in just that moment, like a shark is an easy thing to catch.
