Hi-Jack: Prompt-a-thon is on!
Due to the positive feddback on the suggestion post, letś do this!
You give me a prompt. I´ll write you one, but in turn the next person will ask a drabble from you and you will write it. The next person will request a drabble from that person.....and so on and so forth.
So, B gets a drabble from A, C gets a drabble from B, D gets a drabble from C ( Read more... )
You give me a prompt. I´ll write you one, but in turn the next person will ask a drabble from you and you will write it. The next person will request a drabble from that person.....and so on and so forth.
So, B gets a drabble from A, C gets a drabble from B, D gets a drabble from C ( Read more... )
"Hey, what's the big idea." James said wiping imaginary dust off of his thigh.
"You were having -sex- with Aquaman!" Piper said fury rolling off of him in waves.
"How would you know that?" James said head turned away from Piper's.
Piper just growled and tapped his ears.
"I heard you, god.... all those insults when we were chained together all the shit you hurl at me and the first thing you do after that stupid ring resurrection is fuck AQUAMAN?!" Piper is now in James' personal space forcing the man to look at him.
"Seriously, What the Hell?" Piper's nose twitched upward as he forced himself not to look down.
"Actually that's kinda it, got a taste for it while I was there this last time... was sorta well fun even if terrifying at times. Aquaman does sport a look not terribly unlike Neron's and doesn't mind taking charge..." James was blushing which seemed so wrong given the context.
"Where's your condom." Piper said looking down at James.
"Huh?" James looked down, "It's not like I'm going to knock Aquaman up with merbabies is it?"
Piper shook his head and played another few notes. Apparently Atlantians and Ex-Hell Inmates need a serious lesson on why you need protection.
The Boom brought a well sculpted blonde with a hook hand into the bed accompanying James.
Maybe this lesson needed to be hands on.
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(I don't have a clue either!~)
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They watched at the casket was loaded onto the hearse. They shouldn't be here, they knew that; James had tried to dissuade Hartley even though he knew the other man was right. They both loved that kid, tried to protect him and failed. Dangerous as it was, they had to do this.
They watched as the hearse pulled away, taking Bart Allen, once Impulse, then the Flash, to his final resting place.
"That's missing a few cylinders."
"Uh huh."
"Got an oil leak, too, look at that," James jerked his chin at the puddle left where the hearse had been.
"Mm hmm. It's lost its oil. The motor's about to seize."
"Think it'll make it?"
"Three... two... one."
".....Nope."
They watched as the driver tried to get the hearse started again, then got out and popped the hood.
"Well this is anti-climactic."
"Uh huh."
James shook his head, "I thought they took care of their fleets so that stuff like this wouldn't happen?" Now the driver was on his cell phone. A few minutes later, another hearse pulled up and the attendants. "Oh geez..."
"Uh huh. Muffler's shot on this one. Sounds like the rad's low on fluid, too."
They watched the attendants wrestle with the casket, transferring it to the other vehicle. James started to grin. "Second hearse, same as the first... A little bit louder and a little bit worse."
Hartley turned and glared at him, "Okay that was in really poor taste, James."
"Yeah, I know, sorry."
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Oh. Oh man, I shouldn't laugh, but that's just absolutely beautiful. Oooh, I haven't heard a pun that bad in...well, almost a day (we had a party last night. >.<)
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