Not gonna write a real story. You can't make me. But a scene would look like this.

Munch decided to forego the cop bonding at the Wharf Rat and find a new place to drown his sorrows. Willy's Place was dark, creepy, and smelled old, like his broken heart. Perfect. He noticed the dye job on the guy next to him and cursed kids these days.
" I tell you, friend, I'm through with women. I only had so much left, and Felicia, man, she took it all."

"Have you tried Viagra, mate?" The man next to him was no kid, although Munch suspected he was not above taking a few years off, if it would get him some.

"No, not like that...that is fine, thank you very much. I meant...psychically. Spiritually."

The other man's eyebrow shot up. "Nutter, is she? My last lady was a nutter too. Made certain...activities very exciting. But in the end, it's not worth the pain"
"I think 'nutter' is a little reductionist, don't you? Felicia and I have a very complicated bond, based on a very deep passion".

"Something is deep in here, all right." The blond smirked. "What's her name again?"

"Felicia Jenkins," Munch said. "Why?"

"Dark hair, skinny thing, obsessed with tropical fish? Somebody *really*hates you, mate. I'd rather have boils."

"Why do you say that? Besides truth serum."

"She's the Babe Ruth of vengeance demons. Because rather than afflict you from outside, she's climbed under your skin. It's the worst kind of vengeance."

"How do you know?"

"Been a fan for years. Still wouldn't want to meet her in a bright alley, though. And she doesn't just do men..."
"Now he tells me."

"Yeah, for women, she acts like their best friend and then turns her back in a critical moment, making them wonder what they did wrong! Funny bit,"

Willy's Place was dark, creepy, and smelled old, like his broken heart.

t squees with delight

Oh, man. The idea of someone setting a vengeance demon on Munch is absolutely inspired.

I am so happy, now.

Yay!

Spike'N'Munch! Poifect!

No, seriously, it's an inspired idea. And again, you get the voices dead-on.

"She's the Babe Ruth of vengeance demons. Because rather than afflict you from outside, she's climbed under your skin. It's the worst kind of vengeance."

Oh. my. stars and GARTERS.

GodDAMN, erika.

Thanks. But that was...a one-night stand. Not that it wasn't special, but I have committed plot bunnies already and...you know how it is.(How scary is it that Munch takes no work at all? Very. And so feminine, too. My single state? Not a mystery. Sigh. At least with Timmy I could say "It's like writing for a girl." I love that about him, but it's true. )Deb, I thought that was the best explanation for why it was "Felicia this..." and Felicia that, driving by her house, all that junk. Also, "we" never see her and she's kind of a mystery.Glad you liked it, though. And Munch has left a pissed off ex or two, in his day.

There is something new in the LJ. Be warned, though, I mean it when I say at the top that it makes no sense without reading Mer's original.

Also, "we" never see her and she's kind of a mystery.Glad you liked it, though. And Munch has left a pissed off ex or two, in his day.

You know, this may also explain Maris, on "Frazier"...

BWAH! Somebody stop me...I just did a Google search for "sexual positions" AND "confined spaces"(Cause you ABs are freaks with all your flexibility and everything, god knows what you guys do....but it is my quest to get Dumpster Sex right...I suffer for my art, yo.) I didn't do that stuff when I was 12...Munchification continues. Much guilt and shame resulted, though as what came up? A study about orphans in Romania. Sigh. People suck. And I'm a bad, shallow person.

Erika, you did NOT just Google for dumpster sex!!!

I. Love. You.