Oct 19, 2011 17:50
Give me prompts: characters, genre, et. al. Fills will be anything from a single sentence to a handful of paragraphs.
I'll be writing through club and after class. A-and I'll, er, try anything this time guys. So shoot?
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“What the fuck do you want?”
On the other end, the woman giggled. “Hey baby~ Don’t be so harsh! I’ve just got a question.”
It was that woman; vague stirrings of irritation. This had better be good. “What?”
“Is this your wine or mine?”
The plastic casing of his cell phone cracked under sudden pressure, and Xanxus growled. It had better not be the good shit. Either way, it was, “Mine.”
“Oh~? But I think you got it for me, baby. Why don’t we…?”
Damages to the phone: $200.00
First class restaurant: $1000.00
Dress and bribes: $12525.99
Glass of wine shared in appreciation of one another’s finer qualities: fucking sentimental bullshit. But Xanxus smirked in amusement behind his wine glass as Nabiki flagged down a hassled waiter too professional to say a word, all charm and suggestion. Least the community hadn’t picked total fucking trash: not just anyone could be his ‘wife’, virus or no.
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