Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew drabble
What is this I don't even--
A hundred-word drabble for immaculate, who poisoned my brain with this awfulness*.
D:
Fenton Hardy brushed the rain from his hair and yanked the grimy motel curtains shut. "Listen," he said, watching Carson delicately untie his shoelaces. "I think we need to cool it for a while. My wife is beginning to wonder why I never seem to get paid for any of these 'client meetings.'"
Carson stood, gently placing his glasses on the bedside table. "Tell me to my face that I don't give the best damn head in the entire continental United States. I'll cut you a check if you'd like."
Fenton groaned as Carson knelt between his legs. Goddamn lawyers.
*awfulness = my life is now complete
A hundred-word drabble for immaculate, who poisoned my brain with this awfulness*.
D:
Fenton Hardy brushed the rain from his hair and yanked the grimy motel curtains shut. "Listen," he said, watching Carson delicately untie his shoelaces. "I think we need to cool it for a while. My wife is beginning to wonder why I never seem to get paid for any of these 'client meetings.'"
Carson stood, gently placing his glasses on the bedside table. "Tell me to my face that I don't give the best damn head in the entire continental United States. I'll cut you a check if you'd like."
Fenton groaned as Carson knelt between his legs. Goddamn lawyers.
*awfulness = my life is now complete