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Day 25 of writing_fest
Prompt: “If it was up your ass, you’d know where it was.”
Other than the rhythmic smack of a wooden crossbow shaft against Harris’ palm, Restfield was dead silent.
Shifting from foot to foot in the eerie Southern California mist, Spike bitched, “Friday night and we’re watching the store ‘cause everyone else’s got a date. Where the hell is my dignity?”
An eruption of choked giggles, then Xander laughed “If it was up your ass, you’d know where it was.” The chip didn’t even register the less than half hearted slap but Xander still felt a rush of adrenaline and his manic giggles doubled.
“Shut up. You’re a loser, too, you know.”
Author's Note: Now I can get back to reading what's been posted in the week I've been gone!
Prompt: “If it was up your ass, you’d know where it was.”
Other than the rhythmic smack of a wooden crossbow shaft against Harris’ palm, Restfield was dead silent.
Shifting from foot to foot in the eerie Southern California mist, Spike bitched, “Friday night and we’re watching the store ‘cause everyone else’s got a date. Where the hell is my dignity?”
An eruption of choked giggles, then Xander laughed “If it was up your ass, you’d know where it was.” The chip didn’t even register the less than half hearted slap but Xander still felt a rush of adrenaline and his manic giggles doubled.
“Shut up. You’re a loser, too, you know.”
Author's Note: Now I can get back to reading what's been posted in the week I've been gone!