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rainbowfic2015-07-31 09:20 pm
starphotographs) wrote in rainbowfic2015-07-31 09:20 pm
Admin Yellow 27
Name: starphotographs
Story: Corwin and Friends
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival, Duck Gallery: http://s1241.photobucket.com/user/rainbowficmods/media/Dead%20Time%202015/tumblr_nm7gu61YPr1rp8rbso2_400.png.html)
Characters: Spenser (POV), Tyler
Colors: Admin Yellow 27 (If you're going to do something wrong, do it right.)
Word Count: 285
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Tyler has a recurring dream.
Note: I thought that one was fun, too. So here’s a bit more of it. :D
Tyler and I were sitting at the bar. Having what seemed like a normal evening, shooting the shit, talking about people we used to work with back at the garage that we didn’t like, crap like that. Then I realized he was probably just waiting for a lull in the conversation so he could ambush me.
“So like, I had another goddamn Cheeseburger Dragon dream last night.”
Not this shit again.
“Well, did it finally get its fuckin’ burger?”
He shook his head.
“Man, don’t even get me started! I like, tried to get it a burger again, because I figured, y’know, maybe I knew the rules better this time.”
I almost spit out my beer.
“…The rules?”
“Yeah, dude, the rules! Remember I said that people were, like, tryin’a get me in trouble for havin’ a dragon? Well, I decided to walk under it, and behind its legs and shit. But it kept almost steppin’ on me, so that was a whole big ordeal. And I kept seeing all these burger places, for like a second, but then a huge flippin’ leg would come down and block me, and by the time it was safe to turn, the fuckin’ burger place was nowhere in sight. It was just frustrating! I wanted to be all like… ‘Get those big dumbass feet out of my face so I can help you!’”
Tyler got really into his story, and I had to clutch my glass protectively to keep him from accidentally knocking it over.
“Um, Tyler?”
He gulped down the rest of his beer, belched so loudly it turned a few heads, and swiveled around on his barstool.
“Yeah?”
“Are you sure that was, I dunno… Regular weed?”
starphotographsStory: Corwin and Friends
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival, Duck Gallery: http://s1241.photobucket.com/user/rainbowficmods/media/Dead%20Time%202015/tumblr_nm7gu61YPr1rp8rbso2_400.png.html)
Characters: Spenser (POV), Tyler
Colors: Admin Yellow 27 (If you're going to do something wrong, do it right.)
Word Count: 285
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Tyler has a recurring dream.
Note: I thought that one was fun, too. So here’s a bit more of it. :D
Tyler and I were sitting at the bar. Having what seemed like a normal evening, shooting the shit, talking about people we used to work with back at the garage that we didn’t like, crap like that. Then I realized he was probably just waiting for a lull in the conversation so he could ambush me.
“So like, I had another goddamn Cheeseburger Dragon dream last night.”
Not this shit again.
“Well, did it finally get its fuckin’ burger?”
He shook his head.
“Man, don’t even get me started! I like, tried to get it a burger again, because I figured, y’know, maybe I knew the rules better this time.”
I almost spit out my beer.
“…The rules?”
“Yeah, dude, the rules! Remember I said that people were, like, tryin’a get me in trouble for havin’ a dragon? Well, I decided to walk under it, and behind its legs and shit. But it kept almost steppin’ on me, so that was a whole big ordeal. And I kept seeing all these burger places, for like a second, but then a huge flippin’ leg would come down and block me, and by the time it was safe to turn, the fuckin’ burger place was nowhere in sight. It was just frustrating! I wanted to be all like… ‘Get those big dumbass feet out of my face so I can help you!’”
Tyler got really into his story, and I had to clutch my glass protectively to keep him from accidentally knocking it over.
“Um, Tyler?”
He gulped down the rest of his beer, belched so loudly it turned a few heads, and swiveled around on his barstool.
“Yeah?”
“Are you sure that was, I dunno… Regular weed?”
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Though it's sort of a messed up version of those dreams where you have to pee really badly but can never find a toilet.
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