"Words" Drabble
Been doing the usual since I posted last. Working (still no new computer), shopping, cooking. Went to Disneyland Friday with ladymora, shockwavesix, chainedbunny, amy_leone, radiumx,
and Chris, and a good time was had by all, though it was a really long
day and I pretty much just slacked yesterday. Wrote some. Finishing up
Chapter 4 of harry_iv. And did a drabble for this week's drabble
challenge at Black Pearl Sails: Words. Way over a hundred words--almost a triple drabble.
* The Magic Words *
“Pass me another bottle, will you please, love?”
“It’s ‘Miss Swann’,” she said for perhaps the third time in an hour.
“Oh, right. Sorry. Thank you very much, Miss Swann.” He smirked at her, uncorked the bottle, and took a long swig. Then, noticing her eyes boring into him, he winced, burped slightly, and said, “What? Have I grown a third eye?”
She rolled hers. “No! It’s just…how did you acquire your manners? Sometimes you sound like…a gentleman!”
“I am a gentleman,” he said, looking down his nose at her, eyelids drooping.
“You’re a pirate!”
He nodded. “That, too.” He took another sip, frowned at her. “What? You think I can’t be both?”
She seemed disconcerted. “I…” She broke off. Thought of her storybook pirates. Her brows twitched together. “Who are you?”
“Captain Jack Sparrow,” he said promptly.
She sighed, elaborately, exasperated. “No! I mean…you haven’t answered my question!”
“I did!”
“You didn’t! How did you acquire the manners of a gentleman?”
He gave a chuff of laughter, shook his head, took another sip, and finally said, “Look, I’d have to be a great fool not to smooth me path with something that costs so little, wouldn’t I, Miss Swann?”
She stared. A strange look came over her face. Disappointment? “Oh,” she said. She got to her feet. “I’m going for a walk.”
He raised the bottle in a farewell salute, and watched her walk down the beach. Then he turned back to the sea. “Mum would’ve had me hide if I hadn’t, wouldn’t she now?” he murmured. A crooked smile touched his lips, and he lifted the bottle once more. “Cheers, love.”
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* The Magic Words *
“Pass me another bottle, will you please, love?”
“It’s ‘Miss Swann’,” she said for perhaps the third time in an hour.
“Oh, right. Sorry. Thank you very much, Miss Swann.” He smirked at her, uncorked the bottle, and took a long swig. Then, noticing her eyes boring into him, he winced, burped slightly, and said, “What? Have I grown a third eye?”
She rolled hers. “No! It’s just…how did you acquire your manners? Sometimes you sound like…a gentleman!”
“I am a gentleman,” he said, looking down his nose at her, eyelids drooping.
“You’re a pirate!”
He nodded. “That, too.” He took another sip, frowned at her. “What? You think I can’t be both?”
She seemed disconcerted. “I…” She broke off. Thought of her storybook pirates. Her brows twitched together. “Who are you?”
“Captain Jack Sparrow,” he said promptly.
She sighed, elaborately, exasperated. “No! I mean…you haven’t answered my question!”
“I did!”
“You didn’t! How did you acquire the manners of a gentleman?”
He gave a chuff of laughter, shook his head, took another sip, and finally said, “Look, I’d have to be a great fool not to smooth me path with something that costs so little, wouldn’t I, Miss Swann?”
She stared. A strange look came over her face. Disappointment? “Oh,” she said. She got to her feet. “I’m going for a walk.”
He raised the bottle in a farewell salute, and watched her walk down the beach. Then he turned back to the sea. “Mum would’ve had me hide if I hadn’t, wouldn’t she now?” he murmured. A crooked smile touched his lips, and he lifted the bottle once more. “Cheers, love.”
~.~