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Jun. 3rd, 2010 06:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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loopychew
Fandom: Glee, Leverage
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Because I needed a break from designing a database and saw this pop up in my flist:
apocalypsos: Yeah, I could write the fic where Parker and Brittany discover they're sisters... but I want to READ [it].
This was, like, an hour of switching between Access and Notepad. No plot or anything, just how I'd expect a meeting between Parker and Brittany to go if they ever met face-to-face. (Hint: Think of the one big Jane/Jeff scene in Coupling.)
***
They both sat at the table, looking at one another. One stared silently at the other, occasionally taking a drink of her soda water; the other stared right back, sipping tepidly at her organic soy-tumbleweed-spinach health shake (with a dash of Worcestershire sauce to make it taste like a real milkshake).
"So--" "So--"
Awkward pause.
"Yougofirst," the older one blurted out.
"Okay," the younger one replied. "...how do I know you're not just a time-travel version of me?"
"Time travel's not real."
"...oh."
Siiiiiiiiiip.
"So what do you do?"
"I..." the older one paused for a moment, thinking of a tasteful way to describe her profession. "Ifixthings. For people."
"One time I broke a pinball. Could you fix that?"
"What's a pinball?"
"It's one of those balls they attach to the top of pins to make them easier to take out."
Pause.
"I didn't know what the name for that was." Another pause. "Thankyou."
"You're welcome."
Small sip.
"So what do you do?"
The younger one thought for a second, before proudly stating, "I'm an artist."
"That's... nice," the older one said. "What kind of art?"
"Fingernails, mostly. And my cat."
Sip.
"Oh, and I also do cheerleading. And glee club."
"Glee club?"
"It's this place where the uncool people sing songs and don't have sex with each other."
"Oh."
Sip.
Pause.
Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip.
"Wanna make out?"
Author:
loopychewFandom: Glee, Leverage
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Because I needed a break from designing a database and saw this pop up in my flist:
apocalypsos: Yeah, I could write the fic where Parker and Brittany discover they're sisters... but I want to READ [it].This was, like, an hour of switching between Access and Notepad. No plot or anything, just how I'd expect a meeting between Parker and Brittany to go if they ever met face-to-face. (Hint: Think of the one big Jane/Jeff scene in Coupling.)
***
They both sat at the table, looking at one another. One stared silently at the other, occasionally taking a drink of her soda water; the other stared right back, sipping tepidly at her organic soy-tumbleweed-spinach health shake (with a dash of Worcestershire sauce to make it taste like a real milkshake).
"So--" "So--"
Awkward pause.
"Yougofirst," the older one blurted out.
"Okay," the younger one replied. "...how do I know you're not just a time-travel version of me?"
"Time travel's not real."
"...oh."
Siiiiiiiiiip.
"So what do you do?"
"I..." the older one paused for a moment, thinking of a tasteful way to describe her profession. "Ifixthings. For people."
"One time I broke a pinball. Could you fix that?"
"What's a pinball?"
"It's one of those balls they attach to the top of pins to make them easier to take out."
Pause.
"I didn't know what the name for that was." Another pause. "Thankyou."
"You're welcome."
Small sip.
"So what do you do?"
The younger one thought for a second, before proudly stating, "I'm an artist."
"That's... nice," the older one said. "What kind of art?"
"Fingernails, mostly. And my cat."
Sip.
"Oh, and I also do cheerleading. And glee club."
"Glee club?"
"It's this place where the uncool people sing songs and don't have sex with each other."
"Oh."
Sip.
Pause.
Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip.
"Wanna make out?"
