i know your face

[flambeau]

Meme time! Like Smile Time but with fewer puppets. I think.

This is the meme, wot I got from merryish:

1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like

Comments

[without_me]

Oh, I like the legs. They're very... distinctive. :)

That they are. Indeed. *coughs* (I like them too, perhaps a bit too much.)

1, Alex Krycek and Dean Winchester: who puts the moves on whom first?

Oh, definitely Dean. He's going in for whatever he can get while Alex is still trying to decide if this creature can possibly be human.

2, How long have you had a driver's license?

Ahem. Since I was 16, like any good Californian. And when precisely that may have been, I'm not sayin'.

3, What's your favorite pair of shoes?

I'm not a huge shoe geek. Which is not to say I don't have far too many pairs in my closet; just, I don't get all that worked up about them. Without going to look, um, I have a pair of Donald Pliner heeled sandals that are both pretty (I think) and comfortable (he pads his soles. He will go to heaven); I wear those a lot. I just the other week finally gave up and threw out a pair of Cole-Haan sandals that had seen me through more summers than I like to admit: stylish, flattering, and oh so comfortable. *wipes away a tear*

4, How many times have we been in the same fandom at the same time?

Um. Three? XF/My First Nick, pop, and now Supernatural? I think that's it. And I weep bitterly every time you fall in love with characters in whom I'm not interested.

5, Do you like to cook, and what's your favorite meal to make?

Hahahahahahaha! My oven's been broken since approximately 2002, and I can't be bothered to tell the owners so they'll fix it. That said, I do occasionally go up to aproposofnothin's and putter about in her kitchen. I make a mean oatmeal-chocolate chip-cherry-pecan cookie. It's been a long time since I cooked anything that could legitimately be termed a meal, though. Back in the day, I liked making enchilada casserole (with homemade tortillas, if I was feeling energetic), or stuffed baked potatoes. TWBE™ and I kept at least nominally kosher, and as a result I pretty much stopped eating meat at home--it was so much simpler if everything could be dairy.

[ravurian]

Ahem. I believe you still owe me the answer to question 1 in a fictional format, young lady...

[flambeau]

I knew I should have asked for details on that one.

[ravurian]

Oh, you should. She promised Catholicism in there, too. Can't wait to see how that turns out, LOL.

I never liked you anyway.

[without_me]

You've never been much on churches, and finding yourself walking around again, without any explanation for the past six years, hasn't changed that. Anyhow, these pale, blank walls and clean-shaven priest don't add up to any church of yours. You're on your way out when you notice the guy sitting in the back pew. His expression isn't devotional; it's alert, assessing. He looks nothing like Mulder, and everything like trouble, and you slow as you pass him; murmur, "This doesn't work if you don't believe."

He snorts, eyes glinting with bitter humor. "I wish. Things'd be a whole lot easier."

Re: I never liked you anyway.

[ravurian]

You may not like me, but I love you. Dude, this rocks. It was totally worth the wait.

Re: I never liked you anyway.

[without_me]

Well, as long as you're happy, I guess my months of emotional trauma are worthwhile! :-P For crying out loud, if there's ever been a less reasonable drabble request... *shakes head*

Re: I never liked you anyway.

[ravurian]

Easy, tiger. You know you loved it. Mwahahaha.

Re: I never liked you anyway.

[without_me]

Hmpf.

Re: I never liked you anyway.

[flambeau]

Ooh. Hey.

*optimistic look* And then?

Aren't you supposed to be answering my questions instead of making trouble?

[without_me]

Fine. And then Alex raises an eyebrow but keeps walking, because pretty as Dean is, that sounds like maybe more trouble than he needs to be up for of a morning. Which fine resolve lasts right up until he's nursing his second shot of Stolichnaya (mediocre, but the best this sorry town seems to have on offer) at a bar that night and Dean staggers in, lip split and one eye on its way to swollen shut. Other things happen, and then they have lots and lots of sex. With biting.

Happy now?

Re: Aren't you supposed to be answering my questions instead of making trouble?

[flambeau]

Ecstatically. :) You spoil me, you do!

Re: Aren't you supposed to be answering my questions instead of making trouble?

[without_me]

*blushpurr*

Re: I never liked you anyway.

[flambeau]

Also, sorry, cause that's a rude thing to say to people when they've drabbled. But, so curious now!

Re: I never liked you anyway.

[without_me]

Hee. I'm flattered, truly.

[flambeau]

I am trying to imagine life without an oven. It would be tough. And now I'm stuck on the obvious and slightly bizarre question but what do you eat? *G*

Do you want to ask me questions back?

(Also, someone should write Alex and Dean. I'm just saying.)