GL Drabble - Who Bets Wins - 600 words
Title: GL Drabble - Who Bets Wins - 600 words
Author: wICKEDjOY
Characters: Assorted Guiding Light cast and crew members
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: No.
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A/N: I had intended to write a snarky piece about the writers and some recent plot points (which I’m yet to finish) but somehow I wound up writing about the cast and crew. Actually, this sort of wrote itself...
Who Bets Wins - 600 words
A few of the Guiding Light crew members are huddled together by the craft services table, debating in excited but hushed tones. At the sight of Crystal Chappell they fall quiet.
“What’s going on?” she asks, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
“Nothing!” the girl from costumes insists a little too loudly.
“Yeah, nothing interesting,” adds the gaffer, while the boom swinger tries to hide his paper and pen.
“Uh, huh...” she takes a sip. “Then what’s that you’re stuffing into your pocket?” She raises an eyebrow.
“Shopping List?” he tries, unfortunately it sounds more like a question than an answer.
“Are you guys running a pool?”
She looks pointedly at the junior runner, who turns red.
“I knew it. Well, come on guys, why don’t you count me in?”
No-one says anything.
And then it dawns on her.
“It’s about me?” She can see the panic run through them, which would be comical if it wasn’t freaking her out a little. “Okay, hand it over.”
The group parts, leaving the boom standing on his own.
“Oh, nice. Thanks guys,” he snarks, before pulling the paper out of his pocket and handing it over.
Crystal unfolds it and begins to read: Olivia and Natalia - Ten Bucks a Pop...
“Wait, you’ve got an entire page of bets going?”
He at least has the decency to look contrite.
She continues to read through the bullet points and the tally of bets made beside each.
“When will they get to kiss? Johnno, you bet NEVER?”
“Hey, I ain’t got no faith in CBS, that’s all I’m saying,” the grip replies.
“If they ever have a love scene, who will be the Top?!” None of them can meet her gaze. All of them had bet on Olivia.
Then, her jaw drops.
“Gimme that pen.”
She scribbles something down, slaps ten bucks on the table and stalks off.
As soon as she’s out of sight they all rush forward to read her bet.
“Ten bucks says that before the show wraps, the boom won’t be the only thing Jimmy’s holding up.”
The runner cracks up laughing until Jimmy slaps him across the back of the head.
***
“And... cut!”
“Take five everybody,” the AD calls out.
Crystal pulls away, a smug grin plastered across her face.
“What was that?” Jessica asks.
“What?” Crystal feigns ignorance.
“That last bit,” she slaps at her playfully. “You know it wasn’t in the script.”
“So I adlibbed a little,” she shrugs.
“Oh bullshit,” Jessica is laughing now. “That was almost x-rated, you know they’ll never use it.”
“Hmm, but it was worth it,” Crystal chuckles.
“Worth what?”
“Oh, a little quick cash... and that,” she tips her head to indicate the boom swinger standing in the corner, desperately trying to hide the tent in his pants.
Jessica’s eyes go wide.
“Crystal!” she gasps. “The poor guy.”
“Yeah, right. Did you know that the crew had a pool going about us?”
Jessica’s eyes grow wider.
“About us?”
“Well, about Olivia and Natalia, really. Except for one that was specifically about me.”
“Oh no.”
Crystal smirks at the red faced man, who has now attracted the attention of half the room.
“Serves him right for betting that I’d try to slip some tongue in.”
“But you did try to slip some tongue in.”
“That’s not the point.”
“It’s not?” Jessica frowns.
“No! The point is that he made two hundred bucks out of it.”
“And what about this then?” Jessica gestures to indicate their current situation.
“This? This is called Karma, baby,” Crystal finishes with a wink. “Oh, and button your shirt.”
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