Hippie Boys and Rich boys!
So, I was looking under my bed for my box of random art supplies - markers, crayons, and colored pencils - and I found some pretty great things. :)
Oh Rachel, I miss our rich boys and hippie boys! It makes me want to go read that screen play from my first Script Frenzy!
So, enjoy.
I probably have more stashed around my room. :DD
Also, I think I'm going to try to finish up my prompt list with my Russian boys and their SOs. Here's the first one for the summer. (:
77) Coin - DmitrixLev
He fished around his pocket for loose change. It was such a ludicrous thing for him to be using this shitty little payphone across the street from the apartment, and him in his Italian suit and calfskin shoes - shoes the same price as a computer.
He fished out the quarters and put them in the slot. He listened to them fall and clink. The sound reminded him of coins against teeth. Dialing the number, he waited. Even though he knew that Lev would pick up eventually, there was always that flutter of fear that tonight would be the night the younger man ignored him. The muscles of his stomach contracted, and he tried to figure out many rings had gone by, and then there was the sound of someone picking up the phone. “Hello?”
“I’ve got a joke for you.”
“No, no more jokes. My son knows better jokes, and he’s four,” Lev said.
Dmitri smiled. “That stung, but tonight, I forgive you -“
“So easily? What’s the occasion?”
“Let me up.”
A pause, he hated those.
“It’s late,” Lev breathed into the mouthpiece.
“I know what time it is, Dashkov,” Dmitri said.
“I have to get up early. My schedule can’t be run by you. Good night, Dmitri. If you keep calling, I’ll unplug my phone,” he warned.
Dmitri said nothing for a few seconds, “Good night, Lev. I’ll see you soon.” He hung up the phone and thought about trying to get his quarters back, but really, he was glad to waste them for Lev.
Oh Rachel, I miss our rich boys and hippie boys! It makes me want to go read that screen play from my first Script Frenzy!
So, enjoy.
I probably have more stashed around my room. :DD
Also, I think I'm going to try to finish up my prompt list with my Russian boys and their SOs. Here's the first one for the summer. (:
77) Coin - DmitrixLev
He fished around his pocket for loose change. It was such a ludicrous thing for him to be using this shitty little payphone across the street from the apartment, and him in his Italian suit and calfskin shoes - shoes the same price as a computer.
He fished out the quarters and put them in the slot. He listened to them fall and clink. The sound reminded him of coins against teeth. Dialing the number, he waited. Even though he knew that Lev would pick up eventually, there was always that flutter of fear that tonight would be the night the younger man ignored him. The muscles of his stomach contracted, and he tried to figure out many rings had gone by, and then there was the sound of someone picking up the phone. “Hello?”
“I’ve got a joke for you.”
“No, no more jokes. My son knows better jokes, and he’s four,” Lev said.
Dmitri smiled. “That stung, but tonight, I forgive you -“
“So easily? What’s the occasion?”
“Let me up.”
A pause, he hated those.
“It’s late,” Lev breathed into the mouthpiece.
“I know what time it is, Dashkov,” Dmitri said.
“I have to get up early. My schedule can’t be run by you. Good night, Dmitri. If you keep calling, I’ll unplug my phone,” he warned.
Dmitri said nothing for a few seconds, “Good night, Lev. I’ll see you soon.” He hung up the phone and thought about trying to get his quarters back, but really, he was glad to waste them for Lev.