Rec: A Dalek on the Pull, by Beer Good
Title: A Dalek on the Pull
Author: Beer Good
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 996
Author's Summary: The last Dalek has escaped from the Doctor. Now he's looking for love? You know that can't end well. Daleks really aren't equipped for the modern dating scene.
Characters/Pairings: Other Character(s)
Warnings: None
Recc'ed Because: So you may have read this author's A Few Things and a Lizard several weeks ago on account of nonelvis' rec. But you may not have clicked through to the author's page and encountered this other gem, as I did. So for posterity's sake, and for the sake of sharing a few serious and possibly injurious belly laughs, I must point it out to you all. Go read it if you need a laugh. And if you don't, read it anyway. You'll find a laugh you didn't realize you needed.
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"Look, mate..." Liz was doing her best to keep her cool amid the busy throng of pub guests all trying to have as much fun as possible before closing time. Well, that and the creepy bloke hovering by her barstool (at one point she could swear that he was actually literally hovering). "I appreciate you buying me a drink and all, but... I'm sorry, what was your name again?"
The guy's voice made her jump back a bit; a distorted, metallic screech that made her wonder just how much whisky he he'd had earlier. "MY NAME IS DAAA-LEK CAAN."
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Author: Beer Good
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 996
Author's Summary: The last Dalek has escaped from the Doctor. Now he's looking for love? You know that can't end well. Daleks really aren't equipped for the modern dating scene.
Characters/Pairings: Other Character(s)
Warnings: None
Recc'ed Because: So you may have read this author's A Few Things and a Lizard several weeks ago on account of nonelvis' rec. But you may not have clicked through to the author's page and encountered this other gem, as I did. So for posterity's sake, and for the sake of sharing a few serious and possibly injurious belly laughs, I must point it out to you all. Go read it if you need a laugh. And if you don't, read it anyway. You'll find a laugh you didn't realize you needed.
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"Look, mate..." Liz was doing her best to keep her cool amid the busy throng of pub guests all trying to have as much fun as possible before closing time. Well, that and the creepy bloke hovering by her barstool (at one point she could swear that he was actually literally hovering). "I appreciate you buying me a drink and all, but... I'm sorry, what was your name again?"
The guy's voice made her jump back a bit; a distorted, metallic screech that made her wonder just how much whisky he he'd had earlier. "MY NAME IS DAAA-LEK CAAN."
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