Drabble: A Cell Phone Conversation Overheard in a Coffee Shop in Gotham
Title: A Cell Phone Conversation Overheard in a Coffee Shop in Gotham
Pairing/Characters: Bruce/Clark if you're smarter than the narrator. :)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None needed.
Summary: Bruce Wayne is a jerk.
Word Count: 294
Notes: Based on The Dolly Rockers' "Boys Will Be Boys."
They never listen and they talk too much
About stupid stuff, they're so fricking boring
And they can never make up their mind
Why even waste our time with the same damn story?
--yes, the Bruce Wayne, duh! Do you know many others? Omigod, Tracy, he was so hot, you have no idea. So much hotter than in the magazines. Dark blue eyes to die for, and his smile. I mean, seriously. It's just too bad he's...well...he's such a loser! I mean, I was bored to tears talking to him!
God, I don't know, I don't even remember what he was jabbering on about. Polo, maybe, or his new shoes from Italy. I mean, I smiled and nodded and reminded myself that with that kind of money he doesn't have to be a good conversationalist, but my God, Tracy. I'd want to fricking kill myself if I had to listen to that over dinner every evening. He didn't even pay me one compliment! Of all the self-absorbed, jerky...jerks. And uncultured! When I asked him what he thought of The Da Vinci Code he said he'd never even heard of it! Can you believe it? And the worst part was that he was doing that awful thing where someone's talking with you but they keep scanning the room like they're waiting for someone more interesting than you to show up. Ugh. What a prick.
Hey, you're welcome to try, Trace, but there are plenty of wealthy men who can actually pay attention to a beautiful woman and make decent conversation. Screw Bruce Wayne. I just ditched him and moved on.
The funny thing is, later that night I saw him talking with this totally dorky-looking guy, and the dorky guy was laughing so hard I thought he was going to fall over. Like, Wayne was practically having to hold him up. So apparently someone finds Bruce Wayne interesting. But not me, girl, that's for sure.
Screw him.
Pairing/Characters: Bruce/Clark if you're smarter than the narrator. :)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None needed.
Summary: Bruce Wayne is a jerk.
Word Count: 294
Notes: Based on The Dolly Rockers' "Boys Will Be Boys."
They never listen and they talk too much
About stupid stuff, they're so fricking boring
And they can never make up their mind
Why even waste our time with the same damn story?
--yes, the Bruce Wayne, duh! Do you know many others? Omigod, Tracy, he was so hot, you have no idea. So much hotter than in the magazines. Dark blue eyes to die for, and his smile. I mean, seriously. It's just too bad he's...well...he's such a loser! I mean, I was bored to tears talking to him!
God, I don't know, I don't even remember what he was jabbering on about. Polo, maybe, or his new shoes from Italy. I mean, I smiled and nodded and reminded myself that with that kind of money he doesn't have to be a good conversationalist, but my God, Tracy. I'd want to fricking kill myself if I had to listen to that over dinner every evening. He didn't even pay me one compliment! Of all the self-absorbed, jerky...jerks. And uncultured! When I asked him what he thought of The Da Vinci Code he said he'd never even heard of it! Can you believe it? And the worst part was that he was doing that awful thing where someone's talking with you but they keep scanning the room like they're waiting for someone more interesting than you to show up. Ugh. What a prick.
Hey, you're welcome to try, Trace, but there are plenty of wealthy men who can actually pay attention to a beautiful woman and make decent conversation. Screw Bruce Wayne. I just ditched him and moved on.
The funny thing is, later that night I saw him talking with this totally dorky-looking guy, and the dorky guy was laughing so hard I thought he was going to fall over. Like, Wayne was practically having to hold him up. So apparently someone finds Bruce Wayne interesting. But not me, girl, that's for sure.
Screw him.