Crash and burn: the morning after
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saifaiWow. I was so tired yesterday. Many of you learned that when I'm over tired I get kinda loopy. *tries to hide*
Yeah.
So, get make up for it I'm playing the latest LJ game.
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txrabbit has this lovely icon that I wrote an odd little mini-ficlet for it.
ETA: I've done one for Miggy and for _Green_, and Kyrieanetoo.
“Spike, get up!” Xander smiles down into glittering blue eyes peering up at him. Spike shakes his head no and goes back to what he was working on.
Xander tries his hardest not to laugh, but it’s just not happening. He giggles, and tries to shove Spike away with his foot... His now trapped foot. Spike presses his advantage and finally manages to get the shoe off the foot.
Spike grins triumphantly up at Xander, knowing it’s only a matter of time now. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the bottle he’d always carries with him to use in times of dire emergencies. Boredom.
He uncaps the lid from the bottle and gently pulls out the brush. He angles the foot in his hand and delicately brushes the black polish over Xander’s big toe. He glances up briefly as he orders him, “Now hold still pet, this will only take a minute.”
Xander sighs in defeat, knowing that he’ll just have to let Spike have his fun. Besides, it isn’t as if he can’t get him back later. With an evil little grin to himself, he relaxes against the wall behind him.
To quotetxrabbit, now that I have participated, I am going to ask that you guys go take a look at my icons, find your favorite and write a drabble based on it.
Yeah.
So, get make up for it I'm playing the latest LJ game.
txrabbit has this lovely icon that I wrote an odd little mini-ficlet for it. ETA: I've done one for Miggy and for _Green_, and Kyrieanetoo.
“Spike, get up!” Xander smiles down into glittering blue eyes peering up at him. Spike shakes his head no and goes back to what he was working on.
Xander tries his hardest not to laugh, but it’s just not happening. He giggles, and tries to shove Spike away with his foot... His now trapped foot. Spike presses his advantage and finally manages to get the shoe off the foot.
Spike grins triumphantly up at Xander, knowing it’s only a matter of time now. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the bottle he’d always carries with him to use in times of dire emergencies. Boredom.
He uncaps the lid from the bottle and gently pulls out the brush. He angles the foot in his hand and delicately brushes the black polish over Xander’s big toe. He glances up briefly as he orders him, “Now hold still pet, this will only take a minute.”
Xander sighs in defeat, knowing that he’ll just have to let Spike have his fun. Besides, it isn’t as if he can’t get him back later. With an evil little grin to himself, he relaxes against the wall behind him.
To quote
txrabbit, now that I have participated, I am going to ask that you guys go take a look at my icons, find your favorite and write a drabble based on it.
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If it wasn't for cookies....
Date: 2004-07-23 11:02 am (UTC)RWP, minding her own business and having a craptacular day, goes into her bedroom, thinking innocent thoughts of the Super Chocolate Chunky Chips she has hidden from her chocoholic mother and sister.
She entered the room, all innocence and sweetness, but stops dead at the horrific sight before her.
Chocolate chunks...everywhere...lying on the floor. Crumbs, sweet Jesus! THE CRUMBS! No one can truly understand the horrors that had taken place here. Her family has discovered RWP's ultra-secret chocolate and cookie stash.
Slowly, the rage builds up in RWP. "Kill" the homicidal portion of her brain whispers. "Maim" the usually reasonable side also tells her.
"Wait," RWP interrupts the two sides of her brains, "Isn't one of you supposed to tell me to it's just cookies and killing people for cookies is not worth the jail time?"
"Well," Reasonable side of her brain hedges for a few moments before finally admitting, "I had to deal with the stupid people all day today. I DESERVE those cookies! And now they're GONE! KILL THEM!"
"All righty then, just checking," RWP shrugs, picking up her replica of Blade's Kitana. She made sure the blade was extremely sharp before running down the stairs, with the warcry "YOU M-FERS ATE MY COOKIES! MEET SWORD DEATH!" on her small, yet lusciously plump lips.
"Oh, honey, before I forget," RWP's mother says, without turning around to see RWP and her sword coming at her back, "I ate the rest of your cookies today. I picked you up another bag. Oh, and I grabbed a package of those Mint Milanos from Pepperridge Farms. I thought you'd like them."
"Hmmm..." RWP once again turned to the two sides of her brains for advice, "What do I do know?"
"Still kill her. She ate your cookies," Mr. Homicide whispered.
"Well..." Reasonable brain sighed in excatasy as RWP wolfed down several Mint Milanos while awaiting the verdict. Reasonable brain had the power, and everyone knew it. "She DID bring you more cookies than you have before. I suppose her eating ten cookies, then bringing you 30 more IS a better, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess," RWP sheathed her kitana, much to homicidal brain's disappointment, and disappeared upstairs with her cookies, calling a final warning to her family, "If it wasn't for cookies, I would have killed y'all by now!"
Re: If it wasn't for cookies....
Date: 2004-07-23 11:18 am (UTC)Ah, so that's the story behind the icon (and oddly similar to what happened to me last night, only involving Wendy's Frosties).