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Pilfered from trancer and ariestess.

There are 31 aspects. Pick one, add some details, like show, pairing, prompt etc. and I'll write a ficlet in response.

If you've read the journal before you know what fandoms and pairings I'm into, if not a quick look at P&P should clear up any confusion *g*

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1. Naughty Girl

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18. Kick-Ass Girl Part 1

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I detest these places, with their thumping base and sweaty bodies, all pressing in to drown out the senses. Hands reaching, touching, and then slipping away to hide behind their anonymity. As if by walking inside these less than hallowed walls I'd agreed to be debased and placed on display for all to leer.

Fighting past a gyrating couple, I try to see into the murky depths of the club; the images that greet me an education and surprise. I'm not naive, I know what goes on between women, and better than most. What I hadn't quite envisioned was it going on in the midst of a public place, only the dimmed lights a barrier to full exposure, the voyeuristic urge drawing crowds of unrepentant heathens to watch over the show.

What the hell is Olivia doing here?

I look past the faceless bodies and search out her familiar form. I try to remember what she'd been wearing but, during our earlier conversation, I'd been too caught up in avoiding her cleavage to notice the exact nature of her clothing. A fine detective I'd make.

The music, or whatever it is, changes and for a moment the bodies part and I catch my first glimpse of Olivia; blue jeans, black tee and a blonde practically sitting in her lap. The blood roars in my ears and I feel sick.

A couple growl in my direction but I push on by, their displeasure the least of my concerns. As I near I can clearly make out the hand the blonde is running through my detective's hair, her bright red nails incongruous amidst Olivia's sable locks. The colour too pink to be seductive and the nails, now I could see more closely, bitten rather than filed.

"Olivia."

The blonde doesn't raise her head until she realises she's lost Olivia's attention, which makes me doubt she even knows Olivia's name.

"Counsellor?"

The tone and title let me know she's not pleased to see me. The blonde's pout is a less subtle indication of annoyance. Her face is absent of beauty and I can only assume she has a body worthy of interest, or that Olivia is desperate or drunk.

"Can I speak with you?"

The music's loud but I know she can hear me. The blonde definitely heard; her hands tighten around Olivia's neck and I can see her whispering into a disinterested ear. She doesn't know it yet but I've already won her would be lover's attention.

It takes some persuasion, but Olivia manages to disentangle herself from the woman, the lingering touch of those red-blunted claws brings a sour taste to my mouth.

"I'm off the clock, Alex, this better be good."

She looks good. She looked good this morning but somehow, being here, adds a touch of wild abandon to her countenance. Her eyes look darker, a touch of danger lingering in their depths. I feel the breath catch in my throat.

"Eliott told me where you'd be."

He'd forced a piece of paper into my hand and practically shoved me out of the squad room. His big hands oddly gentle as he'd patted my arm and urged me to 'stop being a damn coward'.