8 - upwards to infinity
Welcome to our eighth prompt post.
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
“I've been accused of conflict of interest before, but never over dance practice.” Petra doesn't add the ballroom dancing was largely in a state of undress, but the look they exchange would have made any third parties suspicious if they could have seen it.
“Now you're saying we've got to keep closeted because otherwise people would suspect us of rigging things?”
“Well, look what happened to Teeny,” Petra says.
“We're competing against each other. And it's only a dance contest, for fuck's sake. Look, first Christmas after Corfu, it was all too new. Next one, our bands were about to get into a big pissing contest. Now, though, there's nothing really important to hesitate over, and we'd be better off opening up. At the worst, if they don't like us being in the same contest and a couple, they can say, and then have time to look for replacements for one or both of us. There's still a while till it actually happens.”
“And you trust their discretion?” Petra raises her eyebrows.
“Well, if we can't, at least we told them, and they'll not want a horrible stink about it either, if they can help it, so it would be in their interest to find a solution, no?”
“Or to let us take the fall for it if things get ugly,” Petra counters.
“I thought you were supposed to be the champion spinner.”
“And so I know the not-so-spinnable when I see it. Or have you been talking to Miss I-used-to-be-in-PR-but-I-don't-like-talking-about-it, and getting a different view?”
“Not really, but I did tell the rest of the Quad we'd both be appearing, and they didn't object.” Georgie frowns slightly; Cammie would surely have said something if she thought this was a PR disaster waiting to happen?
“And they all know, now, do they?”
“Well, Cammie knows. I think Nikki knows, but she's too preoccupied these days to really take things in. We're kind of worried about her. She comfort eats. A lot. And Danni guessed of her own accord”
“Danni's a bright girl. I rather like her.”
Georgie rolls her eyes: “Yeah, I know, the two of you texting each other in secret behind Nikki's back during talks about joint projects. If Danni hadn't turned out such a friend, I'd be jealous. Shame the rest of your lot didn't exactly endear themselves to her. What did that guy from ThirdWay call her, Squirrelgirl? Anyway, we're getting off topic. Can we agree to sound out the producers?”
Petra is silent quite a while, then nods. “But we'd better have a talk about leverage, too, if they don't seem cooperative. Over breakfast?” She sits up, holding out a hand to Georgie, who takes it, and somehow manages to snuggle while walking, all the way downstairs.
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“You still haven't told me what you're wearing,” Georgie says, later, then considers that maybe some things are better discussed when you're not trying to do complicated steps backwards and in high heels.
“And you haven't told me what you're wearing,” Petra counters, turning them sharply around and into a predatory crouch, hands held out sharply ahead of them.
“You're harder to surprise. I have to have some advantages. Also” Georgie breaks eye-contact, “I'm slightly worried about whether it'll fit me, if I don't manage to lose a few pounds between now and Christmas.”
“You,” Petra says, moving her hands into a position that is not officially part of any tango moves Georgie's ever learnt, “are just perfect. Like a cherub that's grown into a full woman. If the outfit doesn't show that, to hell with it, find one that does the job properly.”
She bends Georgie dramatically backwards from the waist, leaning in to kiss her at length. “Get something slashed to the thigh,” she suggests. “Make the most of those long legs. Do we know what Winnie's wearing?”
“I tried, but she's keeping it pretty close to her chest. Classic not dramatic, I'm thinking. But I'm also pretty sure there's a show-off buried in there somewhere screaming to get out. She might turn up wearing two bits of gold lamé held together with bright yellow string.”
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Just been post-Christmas shopping - and now I want a Petra too.
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