Game Night

[whipchick]

“It’s Game Night,” he whispered softly into my ear. My eyes scanned his loft apartment, the grey leather Phillipe Starck sofa sitting in the vast, open expanse of platinum-plated floor. Perhaps one day I would call this beautiful place home and polish the solid silver chairs and arrange the Tiffany ornaments. But for now, my inner goddess was

Comments

[halfshellvenus]

Hahaha-- it IS Twilight Fanfic. And Badfic at that. :D

The inner goddess calling a barn dance really cracked me up.

And the Entemann's crumb cake reference. I had a hearty addiction to the raspberry crumb cakes at one point. It was not pretty.

a brothel sprout.
Wow, there's a term I haven't heard before. :D

I can tell you had fun with this one.

[whipchick]

Thanks - it's fanfic of fanfic! Meta-fanfic!

[murielle]

Satire! Thank you!

[whipchick]

You're welcome!