Dirty Talk

[madwomanpoems]

Since the AC is broken it's about 80 degrees in the house. So I can't sleep. Thought I would post this up here like I had been meaning to for ages. And by ages I mean, roughly, a week.
A Javid oneshot. Fluff. I don't own Newsies or the song. Any song. I am not musically gifted. I own nothing. I don't even own a working air conditioner anymore.
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[rustie73]

I came across this story while searching for the Spot mambo one shot you mentioned in your post at the Refuge.

What a wonderful find. I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed this piece.

Your characterizations are terrific, and I absolutely loved this paragraph:

“What he was concentrating on was Jack starring at him from across the table. Jack was gobbling his food, in much the same way he always gobbled. Only today David was finding that he did it... louder. Or for longer. Or something. Something he was doing was making David feel the urge to fling a fork at him.”

That last line actually made me burst into laughter.

I’m so glad I stumbled across this piece.

[madwomanpoems]

AHHH! Thank you. My ego may have swelled up about three thousand times its normal and containable size.
I should, ehm, really get that Mambo fic up...