Yes. Another Post.
Chocolate Skittles. I finally had some. WTF. I don't know what to think... but I wouldn't willingly buy them.
TRUE BLOOD. 8| Fuck you Jay. Now I want to watch the rest of it. I, however, have to sneak because there's so much SEX in it. Last thing I need is Chibi walking around a corner going WHAT'S THAT? Hell, even my mother coming around the corner like 'WHAT'S THAT?!' Do not want. =_=
I will say that Sookie's best friend Tara. Oh. Man. Fucking hilarious. And the accents amuse me, cus I couldn't fake one even if I lived in Louisiana the rest of my life.
Here you go. Two amusing exerts from my story. One is from very close to the beginning of where I started writing, and the other is ___________.
Looking herself over in the mirror, Renee wrinkled her nose. “I’ve really gained weight.”
“Oh, shut up, woman.” Manda smacked her ass as she walked by. “You look good, don’t even try and lie.”
“Stretch marks,” Renee sighed, lifting her shirt enough to look at the small bands on her hips.
“Fuck you. Every man likes a little tiger in their woman. Now stop staring at those damn freckles you call stretch marks and lets go!”
“I am against this,” Tracy announced, pulling her skirt down, trying to at least partially cover her legs. As far as she was concerned, her ass might as well have been hanging out.
“Show them off, girl! I would kill to have those gazelle legs!” Manda pushed a pink lock of hair behind her hair as she hip bumped Renee away from the mirror. A quick ruffle arranged the green and blue stripes next to one another. The blonde hair fell into place just as orderly as could be before she clipped them down. “Alright!”
Manda grinned and looked at her two victims. It faltered as she looked at Renee in her backless top and Capri pants. “If only you hadn’t become a company CEO. I could have had such fun skanking you out.”
Looking towards Tracy who was still trying to adjust her mid-thigh height skirt into something more concealing, the halter top not seeming to bother her, the tie-dye haired woman groaned and walked over. “You’re wearing it wrong!” She pulled the skirt up to the natural waist, eliciting a horrified cry from the dark haired victim.
“I can’t even bend over in this!”
“Of course not. Just don’t drop anything. Now let’s go go go!” Manda shoved them out the door, bags grabbed in a rush along with high heeled shoes that wouldn’t be comfortable for five minutes, much less the rest of the night.
Tracy was already crying by the time they reached the car. Not real tears, of course, but she was already regretting being talked into it when Manda announced with glee, “Black, lacy panties~!” as the raven haired woman desperately tried to slide into the car without opening her legs far enough for the dress to ride up. Having obviously failed, she hung her head in shame.
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Aaaand here's another one. I would have, you know, put something else, but without this, all the other scenes between them wouldn't make sense. =___= This is where the Waffle House joke began.
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“Second stage of training’ll be real fun,” Drei said, sarcasm easily discernable. He stood up as the door opened and they both watched to see who was getting out. No one appeared and they looked at each other quizzically. “Huh. Well, I’m not gonna stick around. I’m gettin’ something to eat.”
“I can go for that,” Traine said.
“Then let’s go.” He pushed the door to the hallway open and tossed over his shoulder, “You’re driving.”
“You pay.”
“Ha!” A burp of laughter as they moved through the hall, but it wasn’t a no. “Waffle House.”
Deadpan. “Waffle House.”
“Waffle House.”
“Stingy son of a bitch.”
Drei just grinned.
TRUE BLOOD. 8| Fuck you Jay. Now I want to watch the rest of it. I, however, have to sneak because there's so much SEX in it. Last thing I need is Chibi walking around a corner going WHAT'S THAT? Hell, even my mother coming around the corner like 'WHAT'S THAT?!' Do not want. =_=
I will say that Sookie's best friend Tara. Oh. Man. Fucking hilarious. And the accents amuse me, cus I couldn't fake one even if I lived in Louisiana the rest of my life.
Here you go. Two amusing exerts from my story. One is from very close to the beginning of where I started writing, and the other is ___________.
Looking herself over in the mirror, Renee wrinkled her nose. “I’ve really gained weight.”
“Oh, shut up, woman.” Manda smacked her ass as she walked by. “You look good, don’t even try and lie.”
“Stretch marks,” Renee sighed, lifting her shirt enough to look at the small bands on her hips.
“Fuck you. Every man likes a little tiger in their woman. Now stop staring at those damn freckles you call stretch marks and lets go!”
“I am against this,” Tracy announced, pulling her skirt down, trying to at least partially cover her legs. As far as she was concerned, her ass might as well have been hanging out.
“Show them off, girl! I would kill to have those gazelle legs!” Manda pushed a pink lock of hair behind her hair as she hip bumped Renee away from the mirror. A quick ruffle arranged the green and blue stripes next to one another. The blonde hair fell into place just as orderly as could be before she clipped them down. “Alright!”
Manda grinned and looked at her two victims. It faltered as she looked at Renee in her backless top and Capri pants. “If only you hadn’t become a company CEO. I could have had such fun skanking you out.”
Looking towards Tracy who was still trying to adjust her mid-thigh height skirt into something more concealing, the halter top not seeming to bother her, the tie-dye haired woman groaned and walked over. “You’re wearing it wrong!” She pulled the skirt up to the natural waist, eliciting a horrified cry from the dark haired victim.
“I can’t even bend over in this!”
“Of course not. Just don’t drop anything. Now let’s go go go!” Manda shoved them out the door, bags grabbed in a rush along with high heeled shoes that wouldn’t be comfortable for five minutes, much less the rest of the night.
Tracy was already crying by the time they reached the car. Not real tears, of course, but she was already regretting being talked into it when Manda announced with glee, “Black, lacy panties~!” as the raven haired woman desperately tried to slide into the car without opening her legs far enough for the dress to ride up. Having obviously failed, she hung her head in shame.
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Aaaand here's another one. I would have, you know, put something else, but without this, all the other scenes between them wouldn't make sense. =___= This is where the Waffle House joke began.
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“Second stage of training’ll be real fun,” Drei said, sarcasm easily discernable. He stood up as the door opened and they both watched to see who was getting out. No one appeared and they looked at each other quizzically. “Huh. Well, I’m not gonna stick around. I’m gettin’ something to eat.”
“I can go for that,” Traine said.
“Then let’s go.” He pushed the door to the hallway open and tossed over his shoulder, “You’re driving.”
“You pay.”
“Ha!” A burp of laughter as they moved through the hall, but it wasn’t a no. “Waffle House.”
Deadpan. “Waffle House.”
“Waffle House.”
“Stingy son of a bitch.”
Drei just grinned.