Hi LJ. I'm procrastinating!! :D! And I love Watson's moustache in all its glory.*

[llassah]

Comment here with a request for a drabble of any pairing/character, in return, you have to post this in your journal if you feel like it.

*(Also, there's something about fics where Watson gets hurt that hits a big capable man suffering kink I never knew I had. Also, that unguarded expression of horror that Holmes gets to have- the snapshot in fics

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[llassah]

New Jersey, as far as he was concerned, could hang. He had no use for their poxy little bars, their cheap whiskey, their ridiculously uncultered audiences. Fuck the common people. Fuck them all. This was, admittedly, due to his having been bottled off the stage during the play he was currently performing in, a production of Endgame with sockpuppets and raw beefsteaks in place of actors. He sat with a glass of whisky cradled in his hands, glaring at averything.

"Do you, uh. Have you seen a snake anywhere? Sort of man-sized, wears a crown?"

Darren whirled around,almost falling off his bar stool. He craned his neck to look up at the man who was standing far too close , but only got a vague impression of tallness, obnoxious amounts of neon, and a pendant with a man's head on it.

"I'm drunk, not hallucinating," he informed the man, who had a quiet air of menace, the sort of man who used to have him scrabbling for his inhaler back in the glorious days of schoolyard bullying. He reminded him oddly of Darren. "Have you ever strangled a swan?" he asked before his mind caught up with his mouth."

The man shook his head, laughed and curled a hand around his shoulder, warm and heavy. "Have you ever tasted the cobra?" he whispered, voice curling like smoke into his ears- dear god, his inner monologue was turning into barbara bloody cartland. It was, admittedly, a hell of a line.

"Lead the way, oddly tall gentleman," he said grandly, downing the rest of his whiskey. The man laughed again, and steered him out of the bar.

[hieronymousmosh]

Hello! I'm making heart hands at you right now, Miss Llassah!

a production of Endgame with sockpuppets and raw beefsteaks in place of actors = GLEE (especially since I'm not sitting through it)

[mrs_laugh_track]

eeeee!

"Have you ever strangled a swan?" he asked before his mind caught up with his mouth."

The man shook his head, laughed and curled a hand around his shoulder, warm and heavy. "Have you ever tasted the cobra?"

BEST.