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HAPPYFEST III
Yup, this is it, folks, the complete list of prompts for this year's Happyfest. The rules haven't changed from last year, the first of which is:
READ THE RULES BEFORE WRITING!
(there are notes about spoilers that I NEED you to read)
( The rest are under here )
Yup, this is it, folks, the complete list of prompts for this year's Happyfest. The rules haven't changed from last year, the first of which is:
READ THE RULES BEFORE WRITING!
(there are notes about spoilers that I NEED you to read)
( The rest are under here )
Victor looks up at Michael. "You're standing in my sun." There's no point to sounding angry, so he doesn't. Besides, Victor doesn't do angry very often. Manic, maybe. Insane, sure. Annoyed. Not angry. Come to think of it, Michael's pretty sure he doesn't want to see the other man angry.
There's something he should remember, here. Victor's a dangerous man. Not remembering something bothers Michael.
"Did we have a meeting today?"
Victor takes a sip of his fruity little drink with paper hat. "If we didn't do you think I'd be lying here burning myself under the nice Miami sun with this... Mm. Very excellent Mai Tai in hand?"
Michael refrains from rolling his eyes because Victor has a tendency to blow things up when he gets annoyed. "All right. What did you want to tell me?"
"Not now, sport." Victor leaned back, winced as his skin peeled up from the seat and sighed as he lay back down again, slouched further in the deck chair. "Let's just take a moment and enjoy this, shall we?"
That nagging feeling was getting stronger. Michael looked around, beaches, water, girls in bikinis. None of whom Victor was admiring, but Michael had the feeling he hadn't been much for sightseeing on the bikini beaches since his wife had died. And knowing that...
"I'm dreaming, aren't I."
"Yep."
Michael doesn't say anything after that. He doesn't want to remember anymore. There's a soap bubble around them, and he'd rather leave it intact than reach out and touch someone.
"Hey, pass the Grey Goose, wouldja?" Victor asks.
Michael does, chuckling.
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