So I clearly don't have enough to write today Merc has at least four things to write today one of which is in a getting-money-for-it capacity, so how about a holiday/winter fic prompt meme
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christmas wrapping (ficlet the first)mercuriazsDecember 13 2011, 01:47:59 UTC
"No."
"Archer--"
"Mother!"
"ARCHER." Malory Archer knocked back the rest of her mint julep and glowered at her son. "This office Christmas party is going to go off without a hitch. That means we need a Secret Santa Exchange to build workplace rapport."
"Can't we just dress Pam up in a Santa suit and make her buy all the presents?"
From behind the door, muffled but offended, "AW, COME ON!"
Malory's eyes narrowed. "Is this about your totally random Secret Santa designation?"
"You set me up, mother!" Archer shouted. "I am not giving a Christmas present to Cyril!"
"Oh yes you are," Malory retorted. "And you'll like it."
christmas wrapping (part two of ??)mercuriazsDecember 14 2011, 06:04:23 UTC
"What does Krieger want for Christmas?!"
Cheryl rolled her eyes. "Paaaaam! It's supposed to be secret Santa?"
"I know!" Pam looked anguished. "But he's already got a sexbot! I don't know what to do!"
"You could sculpt him a puppy made of cheese," Cheryl smugged.
Pam glowered.
"And cram it down your skinny yap," she said surlily. "Who'd you get?"
"Ohhhhh, no," Cheryl said, "Mrs. Archer was very clear that these Secret Santa assignments are totally classified. That's why she's only letting you do the paper snowflakes for the office party."
Off in the distance came a gunshot, followed by an anguished "God DAMMIT, Archer!"
"Fine," Pam sighed. "I guess I'll just ... do my go-to and get him schnapps."
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"Archer--"
"Mother!"
"ARCHER." Malory Archer knocked back the rest of her mint julep and glowered at her son. "This office Christmas party is going to go off without a hitch. That means we need a Secret Santa Exchange to build workplace rapport."
"Can't we just dress Pam up in a Santa suit and make her buy all the presents?"
From behind the door, muffled but offended, "AW, COME ON!"
Malory's eyes narrowed. "Is this about your totally random Secret Santa designation?"
"You set me up, mother!" Archer shouted. "I am not giving a Christmas present to Cyril!"
"Oh yes you are," Malory retorted. "And you'll like it."
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Cheryl rolled her eyes. "Paaaaam! It's supposed to be secret Santa?"
"I know!" Pam looked anguished. "But he's already got a sexbot! I don't know what to do!"
"You could sculpt him a puppy made of cheese," Cheryl smugged.
Pam glowered.
"And cram it down your skinny yap," she said surlily. "Who'd you get?"
"Ohhhhh, no," Cheryl said, "Mrs. Archer was very clear that these Secret Santa assignments are totally classified. That's why she's only letting you do the paper snowflakes for the office party."
Off in the distance came a gunshot, followed by an anguished "God DAMMIT, Archer!"
"Fine," Pam sighed. "I guess I'll just ... do my go-to and get him schnapps."
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