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Entry tags: | marcus hamilton, mike rogo |
Drabbling With Marcus!
Title: Drivers Ed
Featuring: Marcus Hamilton
Prompt: Marcus doesn't have a driver's license
The car screeched to a halt yet again and Marcus aimed a scowl over at the passenger seat where his "teacher" was sitting with a foot on the extra brake. "What is it this time?" he asked, hearing the annoyance start to ooze into the unctuous tone he was careful to use. The Senior Partners had hinted that if he didn't pass his driver's education course this time, something unpleasant might happen to him. Though he had yet to imagine worse than that...incident... involving the Conduit Panther and a stick of butter.
"You're really asking me this?" his instructor snapped. "Does the word 'pedestrian' mean anything to you? You nearly took out that little old lady back there!"
Marcus huffed in annoyance. "What? She's lived long enough as it is!"
Title: A Passion For Produce
Featuring: Marcus Hamilton & Mike Rogo
Prompt: banana
Their quarry have stopped at a nearby park bench, and the taller one digs around in her bag before withdrawing her weapon of choice. Marcus and Mike exchange nervous glances as she breaks the stem of the bunched fruit, handing one to her companion. “They’re really going to do that? In public?” Mike hisses at him.
Marcus swallows hard. “Oh, my goodness gracious.”
“There’s nothing good about you,” Mike reminds him absently.
In front of them, the two women are busily peeling their bananas and Marcus’ eyes go wide as the object of his rapt attention begins to suck the fruit past her lips, only to withdraw it in order to respond to her friend’s comment. “Oh, oh, oh,” he moans.
“Shhh! I’m trying to watch!”
“What does that have to do with-”
“You’re fantasizing too loudly.” It’s Mike’s turn to loose a husky groan as the shorter woman begins to nip at her banana. “This is way better than that ritual sacrifice you were trying to drag me off to.”
“True.”
They remain crouched in the bushes watching until Mike’s walkie-talkie goes off in a burst of static. “Mike! Is Marcus with you?”
Mike sighs. “Damnit, they’re onto us.”