With A Twist

Title: With a Twist
By: Junkfoodmonkey
Rated: PG
Summary: There's always a twist. Mini fic 215 words
Disclaimer: The A-Team doesn’t belong to me, I'm not making any money from this.

With a Twist

"One Shady Lady and one T-N-T with a twist of lime. You ladies sure do like your tequila."

"Oh it's not the tequila," Shady Lady said. T-N-T giggled. Face gave them a half power version of the Smile and retreated to polish some glasses. Not that he didn't like hotel bars, they were one of his natural homes, but usually on the other side of the counter.

Why did he always have to be the one to go undercover? He should have known when Hannibal had asked him how good he was at making cocktails that there was going to be a catch. Of course he'd let his ego take over and boasted about all the different drinks he knew how to mix. And now here he was, a bartender.

He'd already seen the bad guy meet up with his contact and hand over a suspiciously bulging envelope. Now if he could just get a break from the tequila guzzling business women he'd go call Hannibal to tell him what the hit man looked like.

The door to the staff area opened and Face sighed. The late shift barman was here at...

And he vaulted across the bar and ran as Decker and a half dozen MPs piled into the room.

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