Try it, and I KEEL YOU!!!

w00t w00t that would r0x0r!!!1

Oh, it'll happen. I just need inspiration. I'm thinking of going and reading the forums for something like World of Warcraft for a while, only I'm pretty sure I don't want brains on my computer monitor.

I'm pretty sure I don't want brains on my computer monitor.

Your brains or someone else's?

Mine. Gamers make my head go 'splodey.

Was any of that in English?

I mean, what's D. talking about?

Heh. Sorry, deb, probably not a world you have to deal with.

"1337-speak" is this terrible, terrible, TERRIBLE tradition invented by people who play lots of video games and/or hack computers maliciously, and thus think they are cool. They have this tendency to talk in numbers instead of letters: for example, the number series "1337" is a replacement for "leet" (because 1's kind of look like l's, and 3's kind of look like e's, and 7's kind of look like t's) which is itself a bastardization of "elite." Similar things are "h4X0r" for "hacker" and "r0X0r" for "rocks." For example, you might say "1 4m 4 1337 h4x0r! 1 r0x0r!"

Of course, this tradition was so infuriatingly stupid that eventually it became uncool, and is now mocked more than it is spoken in seriousness. But even the mocking of it is annoying. Which is why I probably won't actually make the drabble. It was, however, the first thing that popped into my head when I heard "communicate without words" which is a sign that I seriously need to give the computer a break.

His shoulder dips and there’s a beat before the kick launches. His feet are light and relaxed, but there’s a hitch as his shoulder moves – his right is stiffening up again.

She smiles. He sees this, and doesn’t know why. She forgets he’ll react to this, but smiles a little more as he tenses.

He doesn’t have the room to think fondly and fight. He will, though. He’s good. Caught up in her and his attraction he strains to impress, but she never fights harder than to teach him his next lesson.

Learning to lose is also on the curriculum.

ita! You will have things to read - just sections, unless you want to see all of it - shortly, as in, over the next week or two.

Ooh! Pack it up in whatever units you think best, and sling it my way when you're ready.

Hee! Will do - the lady's name is Domitra Calley, she's officially the lead singer's bodyguard, but she actually looks after the band generally. She's appeared visually in the first chapter, and has been spoken of and wishfully longed for (edit: in the context of "wouldn't it be brill if she fucking snapped his neck like twig?" longed-for: professionally.).

She won't appear in full glory - her nickname is Dom, BTW, unless you object - for about another chapter, which begins with the opening night of the American leg of the tour, backstage at Madison Square Garden, when they find a body in the dressing room.

So, you want it tonight? Be warned, I began this Thursday and took Saturday off to entertain and I'm up over 10,000 words. You say when, I'll sling it over.