My baloney has a first name (open)

Nov 21, 2010 22:35

Characters: yousuckbill y tu!
Setting/Location: The kitchen
Date & Time: Day 32, early nighttime
Warnings: Wear a turtleneck?
Summary: It's kind of hard to eat food when you're a bloodsucker. :(

It's probably not Oscar. )

jessica hamby, *day 32, santana lopez, #style: prose, bret mcclegnie

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weedyshyguy November 22 2010, 04:08:12 UTC
Bret wasn't a drinker, and there were good reasons for that. But if there was ever a time where he wanted to forget something, this was...well, among those times.

Unfortunately, given what he had to forget, getting drunk was out of the question. So maybe eating something unhealthy would work out better. He was kind of ravenously hungry, actually.

...And seeing a pretty girl wouldn't hurt, either.

"What blows?" he asked as innocently as possible.

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yousuckbill November 22 2010, 05:09:43 UTC
Jessica glanced up, pulled out of her sandwich-filled reverie, making a face at her unintended guest. She almost considered saying something smart, but she'd been lonely for so long, the idea of talking to someone was appealing. So she chose something half-smart.

"Little boys in Catholic churches," she answered, following that up with a grin. "Or so I hear." Her little joke didn't cheer her up for long, though, so she went back to glaring at her sandwiches, idly picking at one of them. Maybe tasting some of the mayonnaise wouldn't hurt?

"I'm hungry," she decided to clarify after a while, staring at the mayo on her finger like it'd just killed a puppy. Who knows? Maybe it had.

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weedyshyguy November 22 2010, 05:20:35 UTC
Bret nodded understandingly. "Me too." And then, because it needed saying, apparently: "You could eat those sandwiches."

Or Bret could. He could take them and eat them right now, even. God, he hadn't realized how hungry he was until he got into the place with the food. "Are you going to eat them?" he managed in a tone much lighter than he'd expected.

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yousuckbill November 22 2010, 05:43:23 UTC
Well, now she really felt like there was some puppy killing going on at the moment. Sure, she couldn't go and eat her sandwiches, but she'd spent so much time making them! Five whole minutes! And for what, to give it away to some weird Australian guy?

This totally blowed. Or blew. Whichever.

But she figured it'd be better to hand them over than to let them go to waste. She looked stubborn about it, but she pushed the plate in his direction, saying a silent farewell to her sandwiches. "Have a ball."

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itsahotone November 22 2010, 16:50:18 UTC
Santana didn't eat a lot. She was trained to not eat a lot, thanks to Sue Sylvester, and most of the time she actually did eat, it was at times when she knew she'd be working it off later. Like on dates.

But for some reason, she was just...really hungry lately. So she was there, in the kitchen, trying to find things that weren't super fatty and delicious. It was surprisingly hard to do.

When the other girl spoke, Santana sighed from her spot half-inside the refrigerator. "Totally blows," she said, not caring that she had no idea what the girl was even referring to.

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