The Third Original Fiction Drabble-thon!

[thegalecity]

Hello hello hello, everyone! Becky/ruffwriter again. Since I know a lot of us resolved to write more for the new year, what do you say we get warmed up with another round of the Drabble-thon? The idea of this is to write something, anything at all, with your own original characters

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[ivory_and_horn]

I let Jake do all the talking as I looked around. I could hear him drilling the parents for info in that way he had of looking completely and utterly concerned while being about as stubborn as a terrier who's scented a rat. I didn't have the patience or the disposition for it, which was why I thanked whoever was listening for sending Jake my way for the umpteenth time. With any luck, I'd never have to interrogate client again.

I walked all around the bedroom, letting their voices fade as I took in the details-it was messy as hell, but it was also a teenager's, so what'd you expect? It made it damn hard to know if anything was out of place, though I did my best to keep an eye out. It wasn't until I got to the dresser that I hit paydirt, though. It looked at first glance like one of those first place ribbons you get for unusually large vegetable contests, but on second glance it didn't look quite right, like someone had tried to make one of 'em by hand. The parents hadn't mentioned it, but then again, the dresser was lined with the damn things, each one with "1st Place" stamped on it somewhere in gold.

I pulled the odd one out off the dresser and turned it over in my hands. The circle part of it was fatter than you'd expect from two pieces of cheap cloth sewn together; something crunched between my fingers when I squeezed. When I lifted my fingers to my nose to see if I could smell anything I caught a faint scent, sort of like a mix of herbs and something burnt. I fingered the thing for a while, then glanced over at the parents. Jake was still keeping them busy.

I tugged off one of my gloves and braced myself before laying fingers on the ribbon. Not that it did much good, there's never really a way to prep for it-images and sounds all piled one on top of the other until everything vanished into a roaring black vacuum.

When next I woke up I was laid out on the couch, Jake looking like his partner randomly fainted all the time but still hovering over me like a helicoptor, like he was worried but just didn't want the parents to know. The mom was holding a glass of water; when I tried to sit up, she rushed forward and offered it to me. I pushed her hand away and resisted the urge to reach for my little flask full of bourbon. "Let's go," I growled through the headache. I really hoped we had aspirin in the car. "I know where she is."

[ruffwriter]

Oh man, this is right up my alley like you wouldn't believe. ♥ I'd read a story about these two in a second.

[ivory_and_horn]

Haha, thanks.