Original: Party Favor
Title: Party Favor
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Gina (mention of partygoers and her brother)
Rating: G
Summary: You do a favor for someone and you run the risk of dealing with idiots
Warning: *Written for Weekly Quick Fic #6 at writerverse. Prompt: chartreuse and "It is often that a person's mouth broke his nose."; and THIS image.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!!
Gina threw back the contents of the glass and grimaced as the liquid burned her throat.
She didn't want to be at the party anymore, but had promised to attend, for her brother's sake. It was his evening, after all, and she wanted Greg to enjoy it.
Gina had managed to put off the advances of two of Greg's coworkers, so far. Both men were probably perfect gentlemen, but she was already in a relationship and not looking.
There was a pompous salesman who had been circling, but, thankfully, Greg kept finding a new person for her to meet.
Really, that one was about as harmless as a gnat, she decided. She could probably take him down in an instant - bigger they are, and all that.
It was more the lack of tact with his pickup lines, than anything. Instead of trying, he simply opened with a crude suggestion about the table in the conference room down the hall.
However, what had caused the current round of whiskey was a comment from a few members of the secretary pool, regarding her choice of dress.
She had picked a rather demure dress, intended to leave everything to the imagination. It wasn't exactly the Pantone color of the year - which no less than five women were wearing, that night - but she liked the dull yellowish-green.
It was a nice mix with her complexion, and the dress had been her mother's. And, since their mother couldn't be there, Gina thought it would be a nice touch for Greg's big night.
Spotting Mister Tact heading her way again, Gina rolled her eyes and nodded to the bartender.
"Give me another one."
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Gina (mention of partygoers and her brother)
Rating: G
Summary: You do a favor for someone and you run the risk of dealing with idiots
Warning: *Written for Weekly Quick Fic #6 at writerverse. Prompt: chartreuse and "It is often that a person's mouth broke his nose."; and THIS image.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!!
Gina threw back the contents of the glass and grimaced as the liquid burned her throat.
She didn't want to be at the party anymore, but had promised to attend, for her brother's sake. It was his evening, after all, and she wanted Greg to enjoy it.
Gina had managed to put off the advances of two of Greg's coworkers, so far. Both men were probably perfect gentlemen, but she was already in a relationship and not looking.
There was a pompous salesman who had been circling, but, thankfully, Greg kept finding a new person for her to meet.
Really, that one was about as harmless as a gnat, she decided. She could probably take him down in an instant - bigger they are, and all that.
It was more the lack of tact with his pickup lines, than anything. Instead of trying, he simply opened with a crude suggestion about the table in the conference room down the hall.
However, what had caused the current round of whiskey was a comment from a few members of the secretary pool, regarding her choice of dress.
She had picked a rather demure dress, intended to leave everything to the imagination. It wasn't exactly the Pantone color of the year - which no less than five women were wearing, that night - but she liked the dull yellowish-green.
It was a nice mix with her complexion, and the dress had been her mother's. And, since their mother couldn't be there, Gina thought it would be a nice touch for Greg's big night.
Spotting Mister Tact heading her way again, Gina rolled her eyes and nodded to the bartender.
"Give me another one."