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[tadwizard]

Who: Tony Foster and Randal Graves
Where: Library
When: Evening
Warnings: There will be beer and Randal Graves

Comments

[bunchasavages]

Randal wasn't the most diligent of parties where inappropriate behaviour within the workplace was concerned. In the course of his life, he'd slept on the job, had sex in the office, and done all manner of other potentially fireable offenses.

So, of course, when he saw Tony sitting in the library (Randal's new domain), it wasn't the beer that concerned him. It was the romance novel. This must be the Johanna Lindsey culprit. From behind, of course, Tony's long hair gave Randal the impression he was a girl. He came around the table as he talked.

"Can't you find somewhere else to read to satisfy your weird, lustful - oh my God." He gaped at Tony. Male Tony, reading crap.

[tadwizard]

Tony couldn't help it. He burst out laughing at Randal's reaction, before tossing the book on the table. "Dude...my taste isn't that bad. My ex wrote that. I had to look."

[bunchasavages]

"Uh huh," Randal replied. His tone suggested Tony sounded as though he was making up a lie very quickly to cover up the fact that he was, in Randal's opinion, a pussy. All that in "uh huh".

That was a rather dubious explanation, after all. He picked up the book and turned it over, then tossed it back on the table.

[tadwizard]

"It was! Henry Fitzroy, written under the name 'Elizabeth Fitzroy', because he figures no one wants to read a romance novel written by a guy."