After Midnight Drabble: Tara/Clem friendship. "Monopoly" rated G
*L* It is...after 1 am and I just finished my lab...my brain feels like it's on speed AND slogging through molasses, so I asked elizabuffy to give me a pairing and a theme. The evil bitca (j/k!) gave me Tara/Clem and "Monopoly."
Here's the 100 word result, which, if you're interested, took 17 minutes according to the IM clock and that's WITH the time it took me to google to figure out how much a hotel on Boardwalk cost because I honestly haven't played the game for years...
I LOVE YOU ELIZABUFFY! AND YES, I REALLY WANNA SHACK UP WITH YOU IN MISSOULA THIS WEEKEND!!!!
Of course, as I'm as good as drunk right now, I'm not quite sure if I'll even remember this convo in the morning, but oh, yeah, right, I was going to post the drabble, so here goes.
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“There, now you can afford a hotel on Boardwalk.”
“For $200 and some houses?” Clem asked incredulously, handing her back the two tan slips of paper and the required green playing pieces.
Tara scrunched up her nose as she held the red plastic. “Well, it’s just a little hotel. For ants maybe?”
Clem grinned. “I suppose they couldn’t afford much, then.”
Rolling the dice again, Tara ended up on Chance and found herself explaining ‘Get Out of Jail Free’ cards.
“Hmm…you know, fun as this is, playing poker for kittens is a lot easier.”
Tara cocked her head. “Kittens?”
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And now EB's mommy can be happy because there is at least one tara/clem fic on the web...even if it doesn't make sense!
Here's the 100 word result, which, if you're interested, took 17 minutes according to the IM clock and that's WITH the time it took me to google to figure out how much a hotel on Boardwalk cost because I honestly haven't played the game for years...
I LOVE YOU ELIZABUFFY! AND YES, I REALLY WANNA SHACK UP WITH YOU IN MISSOULA THIS WEEKEND!!!!
Of course, as I'm as good as drunk right now, I'm not quite sure if I'll even remember this convo in the morning, but oh, yeah, right, I was going to post the drabble, so here goes.
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“There, now you can afford a hotel on Boardwalk.”
“For $200 and some houses?” Clem asked incredulously, handing her back the two tan slips of paper and the required green playing pieces.
Tara scrunched up her nose as she held the red plastic. “Well, it’s just a little hotel. For ants maybe?”
Clem grinned. “I suppose they couldn’t afford much, then.”
Rolling the dice again, Tara ended up on Chance and found herself explaining ‘Get Out of Jail Free’ cards.
“Hmm…you know, fun as this is, playing poker for kittens is a lot easier.”
Tara cocked her head. “Kittens?”
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And now EB's mommy can be happy because there is at least one tara/clem fic on the web...even if it doesn't make sense!