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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 )
"That wasn't very good, was it?" Shaz said.
Chris relaxed. He'd absolutely hated it and had been worrying he'd have to pretend to like it to keep Shaz happy. After all, she'd politely kept her thoughts to herself when they'd gone to see Conan the Barbarian; this week, it was her turn to pick, and thus Chris had been made to suffer his way through through Grease 2.
"It were rubbish," he said. "Never thought I'd actually miss Olivia Newton-John."
"I thought you liked Grease," Shaz said. "That's why I picked it." Chris shook his head.
"Nah, it's Saturday Night Fever I like," he said. He began to put on an exaggerated strut, swinging his hips and pumping his arms.
"You can tell by the way I use my walk I'm a woman's man, no time to talk," he started to sing, a little bit off-key. Shaz giggled and tugged at his sleeve.
"Not here, Chris, you look like a right wally," she said, then reached up and ruffled at his hair. "You'd suit a quiff, though, maybe."
"That's Grease again," Chris pointed out.
"Yeah, I know, I was just saying. The outfits were the best thing about the film," Shaz said. "All those quiffs and leather jackets and the girls in their, what are they called, bobby socks. It's cute. Retro, y'know. It's very fashionable these days."
They paused outside a small coffee shop, and looked at each other. That was all they needed for confirmation. Inside it was, appropriately, either quite old-fashioned or deliberately affecting a nostalgic style, with a tiled floor, little booths, and pictures of old baseball players and rock and roll stars on the walls. There wasn't a queue. Chris approached the counter.
"One coffee with milk and - what are you having?"
"Ooh, there's a lot to choose from," Shaz said, thoughtfully. "I think I'll have a cappuccino."
"Fancy. Get you."
"Chriiis."
"Go on then. One ordinary coffee with milk, and one cappychino."
When their drinks were ready, they took them to one of the booths, sliding onto the red leather seats. Their knees just about touched under the table; Shaz slid one foot forward, nudging at Chris's ankle. She gazed around at their surroundings.
"See what I was talking about with retro being in fashion?" she said.
"You sure it's not just old?" Chris said.
Shaz shrugged. "Doesn't matter if it is or isn't. I can just imagine what it must've been like back then, with all those kids sitting around in their blue suede shoes or whatever." She sipped at her cappuccino, leaving behind a frothy moustache.
"'Ang on," Chris said, getting up. She watched as he paced across the room and started feeding spare change into the jukebox. When he came back, Johnny Be Goode had started blaring out across the coffee shop.
"There," Chris said. "More atmospheric, like. Never knew you were so into this old stuff."
"It's not about things being old, it's... it's nostalgia," Shaz said.
"That is old stuff. Anyway, how can you be nostalgic about the fifties? You're too young to remember it," Chris said.
"I s'pose so," Shaz said, shrugging. "Can you remember them?"
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"Not very well," he said. "It was always foggy. And the food was crap. I didn't get a proper birthday cake until I was seven, things were still on ration for ages. Wasn't much like Grease, I can tell you that."
"Well, that's America. Everything's fancier over there," Shaz said, nodding. "I suppose it was a bit different for us. I wasn't born when they had the smog round here, but I know one woman who lived down our road lost one of her kids to pneumonia."
"My mam was terrified of me catching stuff," Chris said. "Polio, whooping cough, measles, you name it, if she heard some kid in Cheshire had a bit of a sniffle she'd whip me out of school and fill me with soup until I could hardly move."
"Still, though," Shaz said. "Apart from the smog and rationing and diseases and things, the past's not so bad. They had good music and fancy clothes, I can see why people would want to go back there. I mean, if you had the chance, wouldn't you want to take a holiday back in time?"
"Nah," Chris said.
"No? Really?" Shaz said.
"Nah, not if you paid me," Chris said. "The present day's much better. We've got TVs. And digital watches."
Shaz didn't look very impressed. Chris gave her a nervous smile, and reached out across the table, placing his hand on top of hers.
"And it's got you, too," he said. "The past can't be as good if it hasn't got you."
"Oh, Chris." Shaz couldn't help but lean over and kiss him. "You big sentimental idiot."
Chris laughed. They finished up their coffee, and walked home hand in hand, with their minds only on the present.
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*dies laughing*
They look so cute together.
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Carrie
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I lol'ed here :D Ah, nostalgia, how we love thee.
I could hear Shaz and Chris' voices all through this. Lovely job. Thanks :)
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This is my face right now: ♥_♥
"Nah, it's Saturday Night Fever I like," he said. He began to put on an exaggerated strut, swinging his hips and pumping his arms.
CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIS. *adores*
Seriously, this is so so so adorable. I just. *flails happily*
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