FAKE Double Drabble: Romantic Failure
Title: Romantic Failure
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ted, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Ted has a dilemma and turns too Dee for advice.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Poetry’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
“I want to do something special for my girlfriend’s birthday,” Ted confided to Dee. “You know, something romantic.” He’d been dating Angela, an ER nurse, for almost four months and he really wanted to get this right, but he’d never been good at romantic gestures.
“So take her out for a meal, an intimate restaurant, candlelight, good food, fine wine… Even you can’t go wrong with that.”
“Okay, good, a romantic dinner I can do, but what can I give her? I mean, I thought of lingerie but I don’t want her taking it the wrong way, and isn’t it a bit too soon for fancy jewellery?”
“How about her favourite perfume?”
Ted shrugged. “The one she wears always smells good, but I’ve got no idea what it’s called.”
Dee shook his head. “Amateur! You should’ve asked that by the third date. You know, ‘I love that scent you’re wearin’; what’s it called?’ That way ya know for future reference. No point askin’ now. Get her flowers and chocolates, and write a romantic verse on the card. Chicks love that.”
“The only poems I know are dirty limericks,” Ted admitted.
Dee snickered. “Might as well face it, buddy; you’re screwed!”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ted, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Ted has a dilemma and turns too Dee for advice.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Poetry’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
“I want to do something special for my girlfriend’s birthday,” Ted confided to Dee. “You know, something romantic.” He’d been dating Angela, an ER nurse, for almost four months and he really wanted to get this right, but he’d never been good at romantic gestures.
“So take her out for a meal, an intimate restaurant, candlelight, good food, fine wine… Even you can’t go wrong with that.”
“Okay, good, a romantic dinner I can do, but what can I give her? I mean, I thought of lingerie but I don’t want her taking it the wrong way, and isn’t it a bit too soon for fancy jewellery?”
“How about her favourite perfume?”
Ted shrugged. “The one she wears always smells good, but I’ve got no idea what it’s called.”
Dee shook his head. “Amateur! You should’ve asked that by the third date. You know, ‘I love that scent you’re wearin’; what’s it called?’ That way ya know for future reference. No point askin’ now. Get her flowers and chocolates, and write a romantic verse on the card. Chicks love that.”
“The only poems I know are dirty limericks,” Ted admitted.
Dee snickered. “Might as well face it, buddy; you’re screwed!”
The End