Off the Jazz

Title: Off the Jazz
By: Junkfoodmonkey
Rated: PG
Summary: An unexpected revelation.
Disclaimer: The A-Team doesn't belong to me. I'm not making any money from this.

Off the Jazz

"What the heck do you mean you don't like Jazz?" Face said as he and BA stared at Hannibal in disbelief.

"I mean I don't like Jazz." Hannibal frowned back at them.

"Do you know what I went through to get the tickets for this gig?" Face asked. "I mean, Miles Davis... what? What was that look? You're saying you don't like Miles Davis?"

Hannibal shrugged. "Sorry, Face. I'm sure you meant well and everything, but well, it's not my scene."

"Not your scene?" Face sighed. This was supposed to be Hannibal's big birthday treat. Too many birthdays spent dodging gunfire. Even if they were now dodging MPs Face had been determined to make this a special birthday, the first one back home.

"Hannibal you've been "on the Jazz" since I first met you, you're famous for it."

Hannibal shrugged again. "Just an expression."

Face looked at the tickets he'd gone to so much trouble to make. Shame to waste such beautiful forgeries.

"Okay, give me ten minutes to scalp these then we'll go somewhere you'd prefer."

"There's a nice Country and Western place just a couple of blocks away."

A Country and Western bar and BA. Yeah, Face thought, that was going to be one hell of a way to round off the evening.

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