Umm... I'm not sure where the details for this came from, but the general premise came from the fact that I can't type.
Kilted Lover Author: Azsapphire Words: 100
“Why are you wearing a kilt?”
“I’m celebrating my Scottish heritage. And it makes it easier for me to do this.”
Anyone listening to this conversation would have possibly been disturbed by the quiet that followed, then the ensuing moaning.
“You like that?”
“Oh, I loved that. But Jack?”
“Kelly is an Irish name. Aren’t you Irish, not Scottish?”
David’s voice is amused. “I thought so.”
“Didn’t the Irish wear kilts as well?”
“Can’t I still be your kilted lover?”
A sigh. “Yes, Jack. You can still be my kilted lover.”
In case you're wondering, the not-being able to type-ness came from a conversation with a friend where we were talking about badfics, and she said that spack is always bad, and I said that sometimes it works as a previous fling; but then Jack might have to be written as a jilted lover. Except I made a tyop, and it said... yes, you guessed it, kilted lover.
I have the strangest urge to draw Jack wearing a kilt now. o.O Maybe later. Off to the video store that's closing and selling stuff. They have Newsies on VHS.
EDIT: Well, they had Newsies on VHS at one point, but a)it was kind of pointless for me to buy it, since I already own a very pretty DVD version of Newsies and b)it wasn't there any more. So I got Chicago instead. And then I decided that I'd look in the family section again since it was kind of out of order, and a little indie film's title caught my eye. That's right; I am now the proud owner of one VHS copy of Bayou Ghost. So rather than one Gabe Damon film, I got another. I'm incredibly happy.