Leslie/Lindsay, PG, Achilles. 164 words. for femslash100.
Leslie answers the phone, knowing the call is coming, dreading it. “Leslie Knope,” she says, cheerfully, knowing, knowing that this is about to go south.
“Well, I had no idea you were an Eagletonian, Ms. Knope. Isn’t that perfectly fascinating!” Lindsay Carlysle-Shay has a gift for sarcasm, one that Leslie has caught the receiving end of many times in her life, but none that hurt more than this.
“So it would seem.” Leslie wraps her mouth around the words like a sour candy, caught under her tongue. “Of course,” she pauses, working to find the perfect combination of words. “Though it would also seem that despite your best efforts, you are still a Pawneean.”
There’s a telling silence on the line, one that Leslie relishes because it means, for once, she’s dug just deep enough. “Hard to tell which is the greater insult sometimes.”
Leslie stays quiet.
“You really could learn a thing or two from our Parks system, you know.”
“Oh, you wish.”
