OK, my favourite part of Am's thing didn't even use the words: "Deadbeat seaweed" makes me deeply happy.

OK, it's not serious or relevant or anything but slashy amusement. Plus, it's longer than 100 words, but they insisted.

"Why am I tied to the bed, Spike? I didn't go to sleep this way."

"You know, pet."

"Oh--is this the revenge for the ..."

"Very good, Xander."

"Oh, eek, help, an evil vampire has me tied to the bed--wait. What's in the box, Spike? Stop smiling like that. Angelus used to smile like that."

"Angelus never thought of this one."

"You remember the first rule, right? Nothing in bed we don't agree on?"

"I didn't start this, love."

"But--"

"You said you wanted Mexican for dinner."

"But--"

"You put guacamole and sour cream on my dick, Xander."

"But--"

"Avocados, Xander. I was green, Xander."

"But--it tasted good, though. And I cleaned it up."

"Hmph. Still, I do have a reputation to maintain."

"... There's a demon on my stomach, Spike."

"'Snot a demon. It's a gecko."

"It's sniffing me, Spike."

"Wait'll you see its tongue."

BWAH!

edit: seriously, it should probably be in Fic.

But as an alternate reality conversation, I think I pulled a muscle laughing.

Hey, avocados and geckos, two of the words. It's a double-duty drabble.

Good luck, P-C!

Am-Chau, that was fabulous. I loved the withered winter lettuce.

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She threw the bundle of black leather at him, and he fell back a step as it slammed into his chest, zippers jangling – classic motorcycle jackets are heavy.

"Take your bribe and get the hell out!"

"It's your Christmas present," he protested. "I wanted you to have it."

"So you could cheat on me, dump me two days later and not feel guilty. Screw that! Why would I want to be reminded of your pathetic face every time I wear it?"

Ten years later, she still occasionally thinks of that day with regret. It really was the perfect leather jacket.

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Dunno if this qualifies as "revenge", exactly, but that was certainly how I intended it at the time...

(giggling like lunatic over here)

Perfect leather jacket. Mmmm, yes.

I would intend to pitch it, but leather has quite a hold on me.

For Challenge 14. I think I used six of the words. This was so much fun.

There was no time for procrastination. She would teach them to slight her, and she would use the child, round perfect pink infant, the embodiment of their dreams.

Everything black and ugly within her, everything borne of chaos and waste, as withered and dead as this place was now alive, ripe and light and full, she poured into the spell. An ocean of hate, and all the girl would need do was spin. Drawn to the strange thing in the gloaming, its wheel and its deadly, gleaming needle…one touch and the kingdom would sleep. Forever, she hoped.

And she smiled.

Oh, Amy, I need to send you another of my stories tonight.

Oooh, more P-C fiction to look forward to! By all means, send it along.

erika, email insent last night, very belatedly.