that kind of an evening...
So, got a snippet. Just a scene, really. A conversation. And it's admittedly not very good, but it was stuck in my head and wouldn't come out, so here it is, to inflict upon y'all.
Title: Gin and Ingenuity
Characters: Simon, Martin, Natalia, Valerie. Brief appearance by Cade. (In other words, the usual suspects.)
Rating: T? I mean, there's drinking, obviously.
Summary: In which there is drinking and wordplay.
Notes: Only, like, 300 words, mostly dialogue. Seriously cracked, also. The lyrics are from "Grounds for Divorce" by Elbow, a song almost entirely about alcoholism.
Gin and Ingenuity
I've been working on a cocktail called Grounds for Divorce...
“It's my house,” pointed out Simon tolerantly. “You don't have to make the drinks. I'll take care of it.”
Natalia shook her hear, absentmindedly pouring something into a glass. “Joy of Cooking says all you need for a good cocktail is gin and ingenuity. So I'm trying it out. Sit down.”
Martin grinned. “Gin and ingenuity sounds like a Jane Austen book. A great one.”
Beside him, Valerie giggled. “I'd read it,” she agreed. She craned her neck to see what her girlfriend was doing. “Can I request something besides gin? The ingenuity's all right, though, I guess.”
Natalia frowned pensively. “Bourbon and bravado?” she suggested.
Martin perked up. “I'll have one of those too, please.”
She shook her head. “No,” she decreed, “you're having a vodka and questionable judgment.”
“Questionable judgment? Why questionable judgment?”
She raised an eyebrow. “You're staying here tonight, I assume? With Simon?”
“Yes, but...oh. Well. All right. Touché.”
There was, at that moment, the sound of the back door opening. Simon rolled his eyes resignedly.
Footsteps were heard coming through the kitchen, followed by Cade peering around the door frame. “Are you making drinks?” he asked hopefully. “Can I have one?”
She exchanged a brief glance with Simon, who had wandered over to help her distribute refreshment. She sighed. “Maybe a rum and problems with authority.”
Cade nodded eagerly. “Yeah!”
Her ex-husband peered curiously over her shoulder. “Am I getting one?”
She snickered to herself. “I was thinking you'd like Jack Daniel's and a bad attitude.”
Simon narrowed his eyes. “I resent that,” he grumbled. “You know I don't like whiskey.”
Title: Gin and Ingenuity
Characters: Simon, Martin, Natalia, Valerie. Brief appearance by Cade. (In other words, the usual suspects.)
Rating: T? I mean, there's drinking, obviously.
Summary: In which there is drinking and wordplay.
Notes: Only, like, 300 words, mostly dialogue. Seriously cracked, also. The lyrics are from "Grounds for Divorce" by Elbow, a song almost entirely about alcoholism.
Gin and Ingenuity
I've been working on a cocktail called Grounds for Divorce...
“It's my house,” pointed out Simon tolerantly. “You don't have to make the drinks. I'll take care of it.”
Natalia shook her hear, absentmindedly pouring something into a glass. “Joy of Cooking says all you need for a good cocktail is gin and ingenuity. So I'm trying it out. Sit down.”
Martin grinned. “Gin and ingenuity sounds like a Jane Austen book. A great one.”
Beside him, Valerie giggled. “I'd read it,” she agreed. She craned her neck to see what her girlfriend was doing. “Can I request something besides gin? The ingenuity's all right, though, I guess.”
Natalia frowned pensively. “Bourbon and bravado?” she suggested.
Martin perked up. “I'll have one of those too, please.”
She shook her head. “No,” she decreed, “you're having a vodka and questionable judgment.”
“Questionable judgment? Why questionable judgment?”
She raised an eyebrow. “You're staying here tonight, I assume? With Simon?”
“Yes, but...oh. Well. All right. Touché.”
There was, at that moment, the sound of the back door opening. Simon rolled his eyes resignedly.
Footsteps were heard coming through the kitchen, followed by Cade peering around the door frame. “Are you making drinks?” he asked hopefully. “Can I have one?”
She exchanged a brief glance with Simon, who had wandered over to help her distribute refreshment. She sighed. “Maybe a rum and problems with authority.”
Cade nodded eagerly. “Yeah!”
Her ex-husband peered curiously over her shoulder. “Am I getting one?”
She snickered to herself. “I was thinking you'd like Jack Daniel's and a bad attitude.”
Simon narrowed his eyes. “I resent that,” he grumbled. “You know I don't like whiskey.”