True story: I would probably be spamming you with Harry/Ruth YT clips, since that's the mood I'm in.
GIVE ME SOMETHING TO DO THIS AFTERNOON, INTERNET:
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of ANY pairing/character of their choosing (of ANY fandom) from me (with a prompt? maybe? sincerely, me). In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. THAT'S A STUPID CAVEAT.
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The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of ANY pairing/character of their choosing (of ANY fandom) from me (with a prompt? maybe? sincerely, me). In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. THAT'S A STUPID CAVEAT.
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(i was going to request some chuck and blkashdfkjadhs but i now cannot.)
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Cam shuts her eyes, opens them, and yup: she is still very, very drunk.
"Remind me," she says, "again, of just what exactly we're doing right now?"
Angela is at the bar stool next to her, and Cam thinks, oh man if I look anything like what she looks like right now, then I am severely, severely intoxicated. Also, Angela looks nice. Really.
"I think we're supposed to be getting Brennan drunk," Angela replies, a little unsure.
"Because?"
Angela think. "I think it's because she almost got blown up again today."
Oh, riiiiiiiight. That.
Angela adds, "She should really stop doing that. It's frustrating."
Cam sighs. "Except that now I, I am the one who's drunk."
"Yeah, me, too, and I am a lot"Right, and also Brennan is no longer here ( ... )
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(for a minute, i thought you were going to write me cam/angela, and i won't lie: VERY, VERY EXCITED.)
THAT IS TOTALLY HOW THAT STARTS OUT, BTW. THE BEGINNING IS VERY AWESOME ALSO, TOO.
*CANNOT UNCAPSLOCK THIS EVENING*
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Angela shuts the door while giggling, and Cam pounds on the headrest of his seat, saying, "Oh, just drive, Seeley."
He glances at the clock - 2:23am. Oh, yeah, he is so going to make them pay for this so hard.
(Okay, so maybe he didn't have to answer the phone. He only does these things to himself, you know.) (That's a lie. Of course he was going to answer the phone. What if it had been an actual emergency instead of we-spent-all-our-money-at-the-bar emergency?) (Plus, this evening was sort of his idea.)
After a few minutes (upside: D.C. in the middle of the night? deserted) of quiet from the backseat, Booth hears Cam say something, Angela snorts, and then she says to him, trying to be completely serious but failing miserably, "So, uh, Booth, where's... Brennan?" Another snort ( ... )
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poor bones. no idea at all.
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