round 06, challenge four: entry #02
Title: for hire
Fandom and Pairing: f(x), Krystal + Amber
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Prompt/s Used: word set
Summary: Amber's job is embarrassing.
Warnings: none
“Where are you?” Soojung said. Amber could hear children screaming in the background.“We were supposed to start twenty minutes ago.”
“Car...broke,” Amber panted. She was running now, bare feet pounding the sidewalk, one clear lucite heel tucked under each armpit. “Taking bus.”
“Oh god,” Soojung said. “Have fun.” She hung up before Amber could call her an asshole.
Soojung had cut out the newspaper ad and slid it across the coffee table. She had smiled, incisors glinting in the glow from the television. The clipping read, Party Princesses Needed.
“No,” Amber said. “What would I be, the Frog Prince? No.”
“You said you needed a job.” Amber needed a job so badly that she submitted to Soojung's endless naver searches for petticoats, submitted to the five-year-olds who grabbed at ankles and vomited. It was getting to the point where she would accidentally lapse into “princess voice”-a thin, uncharacteristic falsetto-around her friends.
But she couldn't have known that this was where she would end up: climbing up the steps of the bus, enormous, pale-blue ballgown hiked up around her knees, all eyes swiveling onto her and her shedding blonde wig.
Fandom and Pairing: f(x), Krystal + Amber
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Prompt/s Used: word set
Summary: Amber's job is embarrassing.
Warnings: none
“Where are you?” Soojung said. Amber could hear children screaming in the background.“We were supposed to start twenty minutes ago.”
“Car...broke,” Amber panted. She was running now, bare feet pounding the sidewalk, one clear lucite heel tucked under each armpit. “Taking bus.”
“Oh god,” Soojung said. “Have fun.” She hung up before Amber could call her an asshole.
Soojung had cut out the newspaper ad and slid it across the coffee table. She had smiled, incisors glinting in the glow from the television. The clipping read, Party Princesses Needed.
“No,” Amber said. “What would I be, the Frog Prince? No.”
“You said you needed a job.” Amber needed a job so badly that she submitted to Soojung's endless naver searches for petticoats, submitted to the five-year-olds who grabbed at ankles and vomited. It was getting to the point where she would accidentally lapse into “princess voice”-a thin, uncharacteristic falsetto-around her friends.
But she couldn't have known that this was where she would end up: climbing up the steps of the bus, enormous, pale-blue ballgown hiked up around her knees, all eyes swiveling onto her and her shedding blonde wig.