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Title: Stupid
Fandom: RPF/Project Runway
Characters: Jeffrey Sebelia and Angela Keslar
Word Count: 367
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Author's Notes: Written for screwsleeping for the challenge of 2 characters and what happens when you mix them with alcohol. Blame her. THERE IS NO ROMANCE OF ANY FUCKING KIND IN THIS. IT’S JEFFREY AND ANGELA. I DO NOT HAVE A DEATH WISH.
“Godammit, Angela. Why do you have to be such a fuckin’ bitch all the time? Can’t you just keep your mouth shut?”
“Fuck you, Jeffrey. I’ve got more talent in my little finger than you have in your entire body!”
Jeffrey scoffed. “Like I haven’t heard that one before. Come on! Give me something original.”
She screwed up her lips in an attempt to think of an original comeback. “I have more talent in one of my rosettes than you do in your entire anime-inspired collection,” she snarled.
Jeffrey started, surprised. “Hey, that was pretty good. Should we use it on the show?”
Angela wrinkled her lip. “I don’t know. It might be a spoiler for your final collection.”
Jeffrey nodded. “True, true.” He raised his glass. “I love that people think we totally hate each other. It’s great.”
Angela laughed a dorky, snorting laugh and nodded. “Yah, I know. It’s like, do people not realize that this is a reality show? Hello, obviously they’re all scripted. If people only saw us out having a couple of drinks like the friends we are.”
“Which will never happen,” Jeffrey said, narrowing his eyes and swirling his pink martini. “We gotta be careful, Angela. If the producers find out someone saw us out in public together...”
Angela rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s not like it makes any difference.”
“Hello! I’m the one slotted to win this thing! I’m not gonna risk getting kicked off just because you were stupid!”
Now it was Angela’s turn to narrow her eyes. “Did you just say I was stupid?”
“Oh my God,” Jeffrey said in exasperation, throwing back his head in annoyance. “Did you not just hear a word I said? It’s a hypothetical situation! No one’s seen us, we don’t have to worry.”
Just then, the two of them heard a shriek and turned in concern towards the noise.
“Ohmigod, are you two, like, Jeffrey and Angela from Project Runway? Because I like, totally thought you guys hated each other.”
Jeffrey and Angela turned to each other, shock written all over their faces. Jeffrey leaned in and whispered to Angela. “Now you can get mad for calling you stupid.”
Title: Stupid
Fandom: RPF/Project Runway
Characters: Jeffrey Sebelia and Angela Keslar
Word Count: 367
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Author's Notes: Written for screwsleeping for the challenge of 2 characters and what happens when you mix them with alcohol. Blame her. THERE IS NO ROMANCE OF ANY FUCKING KIND IN THIS. IT’S JEFFREY AND ANGELA. I DO NOT HAVE A DEATH WISH.
“Godammit, Angela. Why do you have to be such a fuckin’ bitch all the time? Can’t you just keep your mouth shut?”
“Fuck you, Jeffrey. I’ve got more talent in my little finger than you have in your entire body!”
Jeffrey scoffed. “Like I haven’t heard that one before. Come on! Give me something original.”
She screwed up her lips in an attempt to think of an original comeback. “I have more talent in one of my rosettes than you do in your entire anime-inspired collection,” she snarled.
Jeffrey started, surprised. “Hey, that was pretty good. Should we use it on the show?”
Angela wrinkled her lip. “I don’t know. It might be a spoiler for your final collection.”
Jeffrey nodded. “True, true.” He raised his glass. “I love that people think we totally hate each other. It’s great.”
Angela laughed a dorky, snorting laugh and nodded. “Yah, I know. It’s like, do people not realize that this is a reality show? Hello, obviously they’re all scripted. If people only saw us out having a couple of drinks like the friends we are.”
“Which will never happen,” Jeffrey said, narrowing his eyes and swirling his pink martini. “We gotta be careful, Angela. If the producers find out someone saw us out in public together...”
Angela rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s not like it makes any difference.”
“Hello! I’m the one slotted to win this thing! I’m not gonna risk getting kicked off just because you were stupid!”
Now it was Angela’s turn to narrow her eyes. “Did you just say I was stupid?”
“Oh my God,” Jeffrey said in exasperation, throwing back his head in annoyance. “Did you not just hear a word I said? It’s a hypothetical situation! No one’s seen us, we don’t have to worry.”
Just then, the two of them heard a shriek and turned in concern towards the noise.
“Ohmigod, are you two, like, Jeffrey and Angela from Project Runway? Because I like, totally thought you guys hated each other.”
Jeffrey and Angela turned to each other, shock written all over their faces. Jeffrey leaned in and whispered to Angela. “Now you can get mad for calling you stupid.”