#mockingcode

This is my first post, I'm so excited for it! I've been coding for 6 months. That's why I'm more naive, hehe. Now I'm busy developing an e-commerce site with C# over ASP.Net (I'm almost done and due in two weeks!). I created this account to give me more motivation to work and to follow and make friends with other coding girls.

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They were uncoordinated, that was for sure. 

Bobbi already had her arm over Jemma’s shoulders when Daisy joined them and knocked into her side. Her hip nudged into Jemma who swayed precariously before regaining her balance. 

Daisy laughed and nearly spilled her beer but was wholly unaffected by how her momentum had spread through their bodies like they were pieces in a Newton’s cradle display. 

“Two minutes away.” She announced, grinning like an idiot. 

Jemma giggled and took Daisy’s beer to steal a few sips. 

Bobbi had noticed Jemma cut herself off about twenty minutes earlier but that had so far done nothing to improve her wobbly balance. 

“Enjoying yourself?” Bobbi asked and reached out to pull what looked like potato chip crumbs out of Daisy’s hair. 

“I broke six glasses!” Daisy said, sounding much too cheerful about it. 

Bobbi and Jemma exchanged a glance before Jemma inquired. 

“On purpose...?”

Daisy laughed.

“Frequency stuff.” She held up her hands and wiggled her fingers as an explanation. “Fitz bet me I couldn’t do Auld Lang Syne on wine glasses and... well, I guess I lost but that’s besides the point.”

“What is the point?” Bobbi chimed in. 

Daisy sighed loudly and exasperated. “Is this the party pooper corner? There is no point. I broke six glasses.” 

Jemma still looked skeptical but like Bobbi she couldn’t help but smile affectionately at Daisy’s enthusiasm, no matter the nonsensical bits. 

The countdown came quickly and it by that point in the night Bobbi was just shocked the three of them were still standing, never mind in the same place. 

Daisy was the first to move, the loud celebration of the new year barely out of her mouth before she was looking for someone to kiss. 

Bobbi had already turned toward Jemma and poor Jemma just seemed a little overwhelmed by the noise and both women heading toward her. 

The number of uncoordinated limbs was too pronounced for anything to go smoothly and in the end the three of them just bumped heads. 

And to think they were supposed to be trained agents. 

“Ow!” Jemma complained, rubbing her forehead but Daisy and Bobbi were too busy laughing and holding their sides to be put off by the incident. 

They settled for a hug, messy and long with plenty of swaying. 

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Bobbi had barely had her clothes straightened out when she rushed into the conference room, her copy of the mission file and active orders tucked up under her arm.

“Sorry I’m late I was doing... stuff” She explained, hesitating when she realized she couldn’t actually explain what it was that had held her up.

She’d only just gotten to an empty chair when Daisy, unfortunately, added in a quick quip upon entry into the room behind her.

“I’m stuff.” All smug grin and wild hair.

Bobbi sighed and had to fight to keep from rolling her eyes. Only Daisy.

It wasn’t as if they were being subtle so she wasn’t embarrassed but not being subtle didn’t need to directly translate into announcing the reason they were late for team briefing was because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

To further the disaster that was unfolding Jemma, who looked remarkably like someone who was trying very very hard to look inconspicuous walked in, sporting a visible glint of sweat and a deep fascination with the carpeting.

The usually impeccably put together biochemist, who was apparently unaware that she had missed not one but two buttons on her blouse, tucked a few of many stray hairs behind her ear and gingerly took her seat while the team looked on.

At the head of the table Coulson cleared his throat. 

“Can we get on with it now that Stuff One and Two are here?”

The room buzzed with a hiss of suppressed laughter, apart from Hunter who shot a supportive “Alright, Bob.” and an air high five in Bobbi’s direction.