Lost: Community Chest
So I totally still write stuff sometimes, but I'm epically lazy about posting it everywhere. AO3 is slowly becoming my main fic repository. Mayhaps I should post some of my newer stuff here. (I mean, I could count the number of things I've written since the last post on one hand, but still. Still!)
Title: Community Chest
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Sawyer/Juliet. A little cameo by Miles.
Word count: 100
Summary: Bonding over Monopoly.
Notes: So I owe ozqueen like a thousand drabbles (or, well, three). Here's the first one! The prompt was Sawyer/Juliet, Monopoly and Dharma beers. I don't explicitly mention the presence of Dharma beers, but I promise they're there. In your imagination. I shouldn't have to do all the work, right?
Somehow, they end up sharing a cozy little one-bedroom house. She deals with the awkwardness by obsessively doing things; he deals with it by speaking almost entirely in double entendre.
The first Sunday morning, rain drums hard against the roof. Monopoly starts as a joke, but the game mutates into a mock-competitive marathon that lasts for days. (She hides the beauty-contest card, because it’s too obvious an opportunity. It doesn’t make a difference, though. They start landing on each other’s hotels, and his asides never stop.)
They’re evenly matched, and no-one wins; the game ends when Miles steps on it.
Title: Community Chest
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Sawyer/Juliet. A little cameo by Miles.
Word count: 100
Summary: Bonding over Monopoly.
Notes: So I owe ozqueen like a thousand drabbles (or, well, three). Here's the first one! The prompt was Sawyer/Juliet, Monopoly and Dharma beers. I don't explicitly mention the presence of Dharma beers, but I promise they're there. In your imagination. I shouldn't have to do all the work, right?
Somehow, they end up sharing a cozy little one-bedroom house. She deals with the awkwardness by obsessively doing things; he deals with it by speaking almost entirely in double entendre.
The first Sunday morning, rain drums hard against the roof. Monopoly starts as a joke, but the game mutates into a mock-competitive marathon that lasts for days. (She hides the beauty-contest card, because it’s too obvious an opportunity. It doesn’t make a difference, though. They start landing on each other’s hotels, and his asides never stop.)
They’re evenly matched, and no-one wins; the game ends when Miles steps on it.