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[nny]

Okay, so, I have beer. I bought three plus one, because the dealio threeio is always just too few to thwart me in my aim to get more, so I start with three and good intentions, and end with six and a hangover. Hopefully four will be the magic number. :D

Looks like the drabble fest thing is a popular option, so.

Leave prompts here for a drabble fest.

No idea what you'll get. My interpretation of 'drabble' is a fluid thing.

And now... I guess I'm gonna watch some stargate.

*bites nails!*

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[apiphile.livejournal.com]

Prompt:

"HOLY SHIT, IT'S THE LIVING UNDEAD!", he cried.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

"Holy shit, it's the living undead!", he cried.

Pipe snickered into his diner-burned shit-brown coffee; John was curled up in the dirt under the van and no one had yet been able to convince him out, which was why they were making this shit-stop pit-stop in the first place. It was probably good that he was, mood he was in - he'd have been trying to take off Billy's head with a chair-back at the first hint of zombies.

John Oxenberger, goddamn axe-man, Joe thought to himself, and did a bit of snickering himself.

Billy, ever the fucking target, just gave him the finger and hunched his shoulders, Joe's sky-grey hoodie hanging loose on his skinny frame. The rings under his eyes made him look like the raccoon that Joe'd never had the trashcans to raid, and his hair was grease-dark and limp, almost covered by the hood, bottle tops studding the edge a testament to a night when everyone else'd been asleep and to more coke than was good for (had ever been good for) Joe.

"Long night Billiam?" he asked, voice sharp like the morning cold. "Long night, Billiam?"

No response. No response but Billy taking the seat next to him and a sip of his coffee, asshole Billy turning to curl his legs over Joe's lap and push about as close as he could get, prickled, spiky Billy pushing his head too hard against Joe's shoulder, sleep-flattened hair cheek-flattened against his face.

She - whoever - wasn't here, and he'd learned that that had to be what counted.

"Long fucking night," he said.

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

Cruel and beautiful; Billy's wearing Joe's hoodie? Truly vicious.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

That's Billy. The definition of self-centered.

(I hope I'm beginning to resemble him a very little less, there. I'm working at it.)

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

Well quite. I'm rather hoping I'm less of a (Joe) Dick these days myself. ;)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*drapes self over your shoulders*

I'll megabus it up some weekend soon, okay? Not before the end of the month, 'cos I'm poor as, but soon.

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

Don't get fractious, you have debts to repay and art to buy. I should not be a priority unless you're planning on leaving bruises.

I MEAN WHUPS I DIDN'T SAY THAT OUT LOUD.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*cracks up*

I just want to see you. London's too far away.

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

On the contrary, London is pleasantly nearby. To London.

[why do people persist in living in places that aren't HERE? I don't get it! What could one possibly *want* in not!London?]

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Well considering the proximity of GCHQ and all, I'm quite looking forward to being first against the wall when the revolution comes. ¬_¬

XD

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

Sadly my brain mistranslated "against the wall" into porn.

... I want another snippet nao plz.

ETA: in deference to "when the revolution comes" one of them can wear a Ché t-shirt. ;)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I totally would but sadly I am resource-making. Tooo much to doooo.