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Skylight 13: Keep Up
Author: Kat
Title: Keep Up
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Skylight 13 (back alley)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Day 2: Lose My Breath, Destiny's Child)
Word Count: 536
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Danny is tired of boys. And needs to stop stealing whiskey.
Warning: swearing
Notes: Olivia and Danny are actually really good friends. Well, clearly.
Danny shoved her way through the bar’s crowd, flopped down on a stool, slammed back a shot, and yelled, “I am so sick of fucking boys!”
Olivia sighed and signaled the bartender for another shot- that had been her drink. “Is that a verb or an adjective?”
“Both,” Danny decided, and stole the second shot too when that made its appearance. Olivia gave up on her whiskey. “Selfish fucking assholes who don’t know a clit from a crab.”
“There’s a vivid image,” Olivia said. “You owe me a drink.”
Danny ignored the first part and grinned at her for the second. “Love the way you say vivid like it means horrifying.”
“That’s because it does.” She shook her head. “Seriously, have you ever had crabs? They’re awful.”
“Have you?” Danny turned almost all the way around on the stool to look at her. “I thought you and Jake had slept with like three people between you. Counting each other.”
“More people than that.” Not many more, to be fair, but that wasn’t the point. “Anyway, yes, I have.”
And yes, Danny did look inordinately fascinated. “I have got to get you drunk,” she said. “You must have some fascinating stories. Anyway, I’m a sailor, of course I’ve had crabs.” She looked along the bar, as if puzzled by the nonexistence of drinks, and waved at the bartender.
Olivia rolled her eyes. “You told me yourself that’s a vicious stereotype.”
“Whiskey, neat,” Danny told the bartender, then said, “It is. Doesn’t mean it’s not true sometimes. What was I bitching about again?”
“Boys,” Olivia said. “I assume last night’s flavor didn’t work out.”
Her friend groaned, folded her arms on the bar, and used them to cushion her head when she beat it against the wood a couple times. The bartender came back with her whiskey, paused, and put the glass in front of Olivia instead. “What a total asshole. Got off and passed out almost before he pulled out. I had to push him off me. Sometimes I just want to get the ugly fucked out of me, you know?”
Olivia opened her mouth, but a rather large gentleman sporting several tattoos and an epic beard spoke up first. “Sorry, couldn’t help overhearing-- what ugly?”
Danny lifted her head and gave him a speculative once-over. “Okay, good opening line, where are you going with this?”
He smiled, a surprisingly sweet expression from someone who looked so much like he belonged in a Hells’ Angels TV movie. “My place or yours?”
“Nope,” Danny said, “I’m meeting friends. Other friends. Additional friends.”
Olivia snorted at the qualification-- Gina was late and only one person anyway-- but did not object. The gentleman, though, was not deterred. “Bathroom then? Or back alley? I’m not picky.”
“Honestly, right now, neither am I,” Danny said. “Alley’s good. Condom?”
He patted his vest pocket. “Got you covered.”
“Right.” She turned back to Olivia. “I’m just gonna—” She hitched a thumb at the back door, and hopped off the stool. “Be back in like. Twenty minutes.”
“You’re going to catch crabs again,” Olivia called after her, then took the whiskey Danny hadn’t drunk and pulled out her phone to see where Gina was.
Title: Keep Up
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Skylight 13 (back alley)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Day 2: Lose My Breath, Destiny's Child)
Word Count: 536
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Danny is tired of boys. And needs to stop stealing whiskey.
Warning: swearing
Notes: Olivia and Danny are actually really good friends. Well, clearly.
Danny shoved her way through the bar’s crowd, flopped down on a stool, slammed back a shot, and yelled, “I am so sick of fucking boys!”
Olivia sighed and signaled the bartender for another shot- that had been her drink. “Is that a verb or an adjective?”
“Both,” Danny decided, and stole the second shot too when that made its appearance. Olivia gave up on her whiskey. “Selfish fucking assholes who don’t know a clit from a crab.”
“There’s a vivid image,” Olivia said. “You owe me a drink.”
Danny ignored the first part and grinned at her for the second. “Love the way you say vivid like it means horrifying.”
“That’s because it does.” She shook her head. “Seriously, have you ever had crabs? They’re awful.”
“Have you?” Danny turned almost all the way around on the stool to look at her. “I thought you and Jake had slept with like three people between you. Counting each other.”
“More people than that.” Not many more, to be fair, but that wasn’t the point. “Anyway, yes, I have.”
And yes, Danny did look inordinately fascinated. “I have got to get you drunk,” she said. “You must have some fascinating stories. Anyway, I’m a sailor, of course I’ve had crabs.” She looked along the bar, as if puzzled by the nonexistence of drinks, and waved at the bartender.
Olivia rolled her eyes. “You told me yourself that’s a vicious stereotype.”
“Whiskey, neat,” Danny told the bartender, then said, “It is. Doesn’t mean it’s not true sometimes. What was I bitching about again?”
“Boys,” Olivia said. “I assume last night’s flavor didn’t work out.”
Her friend groaned, folded her arms on the bar, and used them to cushion her head when she beat it against the wood a couple times. The bartender came back with her whiskey, paused, and put the glass in front of Olivia instead. “What a total asshole. Got off and passed out almost before he pulled out. I had to push him off me. Sometimes I just want to get the ugly fucked out of me, you know?”
Olivia opened her mouth, but a rather large gentleman sporting several tattoos and an epic beard spoke up first. “Sorry, couldn’t help overhearing-- what ugly?”
Danny lifted her head and gave him a speculative once-over. “Okay, good opening line, where are you going with this?”
He smiled, a surprisingly sweet expression from someone who looked so much like he belonged in a Hells’ Angels TV movie. “My place or yours?”
“Nope,” Danny said, “I’m meeting friends. Other friends. Additional friends.”
Olivia snorted at the qualification-- Gina was late and only one person anyway-- but did not object. The gentleman, though, was not deterred. “Bathroom then? Or back alley? I’m not picky.”
“Honestly, right now, neither am I,” Danny said. “Alley’s good. Condom?”
He patted his vest pocket. “Got you covered.”
“Right.” She turned back to Olivia. “I’m just gonna—” She hitched a thumb at the back door, and hopped off the stool. “Be back in like. Twenty minutes.”
“You’re going to catch crabs again,” Olivia called after her, then took the whiskey Danny hadn’t drunk and pulled out her phone to see where Gina was.