Ack!

[ana_grrl]

Quick - I'm really stressed out and drinking delicious vodka to compensate! Now is the time to prompt me with those cracky ficlet prompts you've always wanted me to write never wanted me to write. Quick! Before the vodka metabolizes.

EDIT: SG-1, Cameron & Daniel role-playing in a sexual harassment seminar for oxoniensis

SGA/NCIS crossover, Gibbs/Alien ship

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But You Gotta Get a Gimmick

[executrix]

"Wouldn't want me to break a promise to the Shepherd, would ya?" Jayne asked.

"Heaven forfend," Simon said.

"Mal said that--you was there, Simon, and not even all that plastered for all you're a cheap drunk--he was sick of us bitchin' all the time 'bout the jobs we got us, and we hadda get our own jobs."

"Yes, I remember," Simon said with some asperity.

"And the Shepherd made me promise not to kill anybody or even bang on 'em real bad. Well, we tried, goin' out on the road..." Jayne put down the guitar case. "But ain't a lotta call for guitar and clarinet, and you don't play that thing all that good anyway. Shoulda took River..."

"Over my, or rather your, dead body."

"I'll take that as a compliment. But anyways, this is the only booking we can get."

"All right, where are the lead sheets? I can imagine what kind of music they play in a...a...bucket of blood...like this..."

"Well, they don't exactly want us playin'. Or not tunes, anyhows."

Simon prodded what appeared to be a gigantic ostrich feather with the clarinet case. "What, you got us hired to do a fan dance?"

"I offered to get nekkid," Jayne said.

"You WOULD!"

"But they said naw, it was you they was interested in."

"Why yes," Jack Harkness said, suddenly appearing in the dressing room. "A fan dance. And I'm your Number One fan."

Re: But You Gotta Get a Gimmick

[ana_grrl]

Hee! Oh Simon. If only you were better at playing the clarinet - you might not have gotten into this situation.

But Why is the Rum Gone?

[executrix]

Vaudeville was dying anyway.