Based on recent (but not today or last night, luckily) experiences of drunk ~ dead. Plus, religion, always good to poke fun at. Good-naturedly, of course
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Lazarus groaned in pain, and slowly opened one eye to the glaring sunlight. Great. He must have passed out on the ground again. With one mother of a hangover, too. He seriously needed to stop drinking wine.
Ouch. Oh man, his head hurt. He took another look around, and blearily wondered why he had attracted such a large crowd. Hadn't they seen a drunk before? Hell, hadn't they seen HIM drunk before?
Wait a sec... was that... Jesus? His old pal Jesus? What the hell was he doing here?
"Jesus? Is that... you? What's...?"
"Dude... you so don't wanna know."
Hee hee, NC.
Also, ita: Dude. I like it.
Anybody who's interested in my current project can read part of it at [link]
Be reasonably kind and don't steal the parts you like, is all I ask. :)
Whoa. Lazarus!
ita, that made me smell smoke.
erika, I commented in your lj.
Speaking of which, there's a livejournal party at BayCon today. I have no idea if I'll know a single person there.
Thanks...I still feel that I've come close to something without really hitting it yet.
I agree - you haven't quite hit it. It's close, though. I think there's going to be a moment, a point at which the woman in your head/the woman in the chair/the you that's out there dancing and seducing hot men all collide and then? Well. You'll hit it, whang in the gold.
Anyone feel like beta-ing a rough draft of a synopsis? It's 6 doublespaced Courier 12 pages.
Susan, still need a beta? I just got home, and happy to oblige.
Thanks, deb! Insent to your profile address.