Sunday 100 du jour, "caught in the act" challenge:
Dress-up, S7
Fuchsia lipstick on, gold scarf over head, falsetto.
"Go away. I cannot love you, for you are an evil vampire and I am the Slayer."
Swipe of Kleenex across lips, drop the scarf, grab a cigarette, English accent.
"Never stopped you before, pet. Besides, I'm different -- I have a soul now."
Back to the lipstick. (His mouth was getting sore.)
"Oh, Spike… no. I must stand strong against this feeling."
The door burst open. "Andrew, quit talking to yourself and –"
Dawn watched Andrew scramble to put his props away. "Oh, my god. You're playing Slayer and vampire AGAIN?"
BWAHAHA!
Lyra, that's hysterically funny.
Damn, I can hear Andrew doing it. Too funny.
cackling
Priceless.
I must join the Sunday 100 thing. Drabbles are
fun.
"Your mother will probably be worried about us." Tim said.
"You have no idea. She still acts like I need to worry about rapists, and.. well, she just doesn't get it."
"You don't, ever?"
"Why do some guys always need to be convinced? Give me your hand."
He does, and the next thing he knows, he's flat on his back on the dirt and his chest hurts. He can't get up for thirty seconds. The academy was a really long time ago.
"Oh, my God," Buffy says, "Are you OK?"
"It only hurts...when I breathe. " The superpower thing is not a legend. Tim understands that now.
Bwah!
Oh, jings, Erika. I really do
need
to watch
H:LotS.
I'm loving your guys. If this is what the guys are like (and I believe it wholeheartedly) then they rock.
Oh, jings, Erika. I really do need to watch H:LotS.
ohohoh-- you could come visit LA again, to watch my DVDs.
Thanks, Fay. And yeah, you do.
(And that's what they're kind of like.)
I'm just glad I can get beyond that whole "Write what you know" thing, sometimes.)