I cannot stop thinking about baseball, and for this I choose to blame you. Also, I tried to make this 100 words and failed spectacularly.
"This is only fair."
"I could not have summarized my objections to it any more succinctly."
Paul flashes a grin the way, probably, he flashes his FBI credentials—with supreme confidence and just briefly enough for it to catch the light. “I agreed to attend and you—you need to try new things.”
In the shadow of his cap’s (worn and properly arched) bill, Alan’s eyes roll. “Contrary to popular opinion, there’s a limit to what I’ll insert in my mouth.”
“I’ll pretend I buy that,” Paul says indulgently, presenting Alan with a limp, despondent-looking hot dog laid to rest on flimsy cardboard. “It’s not a ballgame without—“
Alan lifts the hot dog as well as an eyebrow. “Enforced consumption of processed rat meat assembled into a rather poor approximation of a penis.”
“Spoken like a vegetarian feminist.”
“Some of my best sex has been with vegetarian feminists.” He regards the hot dog from an alternative angle, passes a moment in silent deliberation. “But only some of it.”
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Date: 2006-08-12 08:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-12 08:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-21 02:56 pm (UTC)*curls into fetal ball*
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Date: 2006-08-21 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-21 04:03 pm (UTC)Oof. Rescue me with an Alan drabble, or something!
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Date: 2006-08-21 04:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-21 04:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-21 07:37 pm (UTC)"This is only fair."
"I could not have summarized my objections to it any more succinctly."
Paul flashes a grin the way, probably, he flashes his FBI credentials—with supreme confidence and just briefly enough for it to catch the light. “I agreed to attend and you—you need to try new things.”
In the shadow of his cap’s (worn and properly arched) bill, Alan’s eyes roll. “Contrary to popular opinion, there’s a limit to what I’ll insert in my mouth.”
“I’ll pretend I buy that,” Paul says indulgently, presenting Alan with a limp, despondent-looking hot dog laid to rest on flimsy cardboard. “It’s not a ballgame without—“
Alan lifts the hot dog as well as an eyebrow. “Enforced consumption of processed rat meat assembled into a rather poor approximation of a penis.”
“Spoken like a vegetarian feminist.”
“Some of my best sex has been with vegetarian feminists.” He regards the hot dog from an alternative angle, passes a moment in silent deliberation. “But only some of it.”
He takes a bite.
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Date: 2006-08-22 12:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-22 02:46 am (UTC)(HAHAHAHA, that icon will never cease to amuse.)
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Date: 2006-08-22 02:54 am (UTC)The problem is I can't link to this from the Grand Post of S'more without the slim chance that someone might see my great >.< for the SPN....
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Date: 2006-08-22 03:06 am (UTC)Want me to repost it in your journal?
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Date: 2006-08-22 03:08 am (UTC)