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[3pipeproblem]

Leave a comment with a drabble request, pairing or character-based. Give me one line of dialogue to be written in the drabble/ficlet (100-500 words). After you comment, put this meme in your own journal. Or don't.

Despite the fact that this was a massive failure last time...

I can write: Alan! Matchstick Men, Twin Peaks, Keller (but not Beecher, go me), 24...

I can attempt: Kavalier and Clay, any random movie you want me to give a shot (that I've seen, please), Millennium season one, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Sherlock Holmes...and stuff in my interests. Including 1987 Volvo station wagons.

Comments

[twitch211.livejournal.com]

I have no idea what you're talking about, but I dare you to write a monologue from the perspective of a walnut.

[3pipeproblem.livejournal.com]

If you double dog dare me, I'll totally do it.

[twitch211.livejournal.com]

Consider yourself double dog dared.

[3pipeproblem.livejournal.com]

Consider it done!

[fire-and-a-rose.livejournal.com]

Pairing:Bayliss/water pip.
Dialogue" "You know...this is when I should slowly back away."

[3pipeproblem.livejournal.com]

Bayliss glared at the mirror and stuck his tongue out again. He gingerly pinched one of the larger blisters between his fingers, wincing (but holding his tongue…very funny) as it popped. As he surveyed the results of this remarkably painful yet wholly unsuccessful attempt to relieve the sensation of having just shoved a red-hot poker down his throat, he heaved a sigh of defeat and disillusionment. It could never work.

“Bayliss.” He almost jumped at the other voice, which quite possibly would have increased the pain he could feel ricocheting through his mouth.

Beau Felton gave a little nod in his direction then began washing his hands. He never finished.

“Bayliss…what are you doing?”

Bayliss, blister-dotted tongue still fully extended, turned to give him a ‘shut the hell up’ look.

Felton laughed. “What the hell happened to you?”

Blushing with shame, Bayliss said quickly, “Ikissedthehotwaterpipe.”

Felton stared at him for a moment, looking for all the world like he was just waiting for someone to wake him up from this bizarre dream. Then realization dawned. “There was tongue involved?”

Bayliss really didn’t mean to blush.

"You know...this is when I should slowly back away,” Felton said. “But you won’t hold it against me if I sprint, will you?”

Matchstick Men

[bananaprincess.livejournal.com]

"I that's why I left the lamp shade business."