| Challenge #181: gossip |
[Nov. 8th, 2010|08:32 pm] |
Title: Election (challenge #181, gossip)
Warnings/Author's Notes: later on
And the condom goes to: Debbie
Sunshine wasn’t living up to his typically high wattages. The fags of Liberty were murmuring. He gave up painting? Being fucked regularly by Brian Kinney isn’t enough after all.
Brian didn’t hear it for himself –-- Debbie helpfully passed rumors along.
Brian stalked into the media room, furious. “Stop moping about Corbett and Toomey. Be fucking ecstatic no one was stupid enough to elect Christine O’Donnell!”
Justin stared ahead, flicking channels like a zombie and said mournfully, “Three words: Rand Paul, Kentucky.”
Brian’s anger instantly deflated; he solemnly broke out the blue-label scotch and didn’t bother with the glasses. |
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| Challenge #181: gossip |
[Nov. 8th, 2010|08:35 pm] |
Title: King (challenge #181, gossip)
Warnings/Author's Notes: middle on
And the condom goes to: Debbie
No one said it to Carl's face - they didn’t really have to. It came out anyway, like when Frank was “too tired” to have a drink after work or when Lee and his gang “forgot” to tell him they would be at Rizzo’s watching the big game.
Carl was old school and lived by the rules. He understood there would be a price to pay.
Deb kissed him every day, no matter what, and if he was lucky, she did even more…
So, screw ‘em. As long as she was by his side, he was king of the world. |
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