fic: light up this whole town
agents of shield | skye/simmons | teen | 3780 words | here on ao3
summary: Skye is pretty sure she's upset Simmons somehow, but she really can't remember what she said or why.
“I thought you were horrid at poker?” Jemma was still whispering even though Skye’s almost convinced the bunks are soundproof. There’d definitely been a lack of horrifying grunting coming through the wall, so she’d pretty much just assumed she was right.
Skye grinned lazily at her. Most of her gestures were lazy, actually - alcohol loosened Skye up, and it wasn’t as if she was particularly uptight when sober. “Yeah. That’s why I don’t bet real money, smartypants.” She put an arm around Jemma’s shoulder, tugging her into a sideways hug. “Although considering you haven’t come to poker night yet, I guess there’s no way you could’ve known that.”
“Oh, um, of course! It’s just, I don’t usually play. I got pressganged into playing it strip a few years ago and-” Jemma cut herself off abruptly. Skye was almost certain she wasn’t the only one in the bunk who was several bus stops past sober.