day 6 - unhurt is odd (while I am clearly not)

Dec 30, 2006 17:06

"i have this excellent image of a disembodied rear end participating in pagan midwinter celebrations," says unhurt.
"please don't let this inspire my brain," says me.
*cough*

Hugh Dillon & Callum Keith Rennie. 161 words.

~*~
"What is your problem?"

Hugh had been sniffing at and peering into his cup for the past however many minutes now and it was driving Callum nuts.

"I think they spiked our fucking drinks!"

"They better fucking not have," snapped Callum - who then joined in on the sniffing and peering.

"It smells okay, right? And it didn't taste off... but look over by the fire pit and tell me what you see."

Callum turned to face the fire pit that had been blazing since early evening. "I see an uh. Um. I see a disembodied ass dancing around a fire."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Hugh, I want to go home now."

"Me too."

As the two men quickly made their way through the dark back to the parking area, the small crowd around the fire pit roared with laughter; the mummer dressed in black there finally having realized his tights had torn completely apart in the rear.
 

fic, oh canada!, for purely scientific reasons!

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