In between demanding customers, Conner mocked his enthusiasm over his upcoming date. After a series of exchanged insults, Nicholas called Conner’s boyfriend-the tobacco chewer-“ashtray mouth.” Maureen had to step in before it devolved into a bitch fight.
As four o’clock rolled around, Nicholas felt giddy with excitement. Even the customer who tipped below the expected ten percent couldn’t penetrate his euphoric haze.
On the back of a drink coaster, Tall and Brooding had printed neatly “Meet me at the Starbucks across the street-4:10 p.m.” Nicholas had just enough time to change into T-shirt and jeans and splash water on his face. “I’m off!” he called out to Maureen before jogging out the back exit.
Stepping inside Starbucks, he was suddenly assailed with a mixture of excitement and anxiety not unlike a greenhorn facing his first job interview. He’s not interested in my organizational skills or conflict resolution style, he soothed himself. With any luck, he’d get to an up close and personal demonstration of my multi-tasking skills and flexibility.
He scanned the couches and spotted Tall and Brooding sitting at a small corner table.
“Hi,” he said with a small smile. Tall and Brooding nodded in response. Nicholas dragged his chair closer.
“So I realize you didn’t know my name unless you read it off the receipt in which case you’d know my name is Nicholas.” This torrent of words was met with a raised eyebrow and quirked lips.
Feeling like a dork, Nicholas stuck out his hand. “Hi, I’m Nicholas Goh.”
“Nicholas, I’m Adrien Cartwright.” His grip was warm and firm. “I need your help.”
+2, R +2, original (Free Wi-fi)lilian_choNovember 20 2010, 02:49:09 UTC
Earned 2 pts, moved 2 squares to R square.
Total pts: 5
Character: Rogue +2, 199 words
Tentatively titled, "Things I Do for Free Wi-Fi, Item #7b" Rewriting a plotbunny I had 1.5 year ago...
Drew St. Clair checked his reflection before walking out his apartment door. He wanted to give the impression of starving college student, but not one so desperate that he's off-putting. A clean T-shirt, faded jeans, battered Converse, and he was ready to go
( ... )
"Hi. I'm Drew St. Clair," he extended his hand. "I live in apartment 3A?"
"I don't know. Do you?" His neighbor gave him a wide grin-not a crooked or stained teeth in sight, damn him-and gripped his hand."Justin Chew. And yes, that's 'chew' as in the verb. I take it this isn't a social call
( ... )
More like a plateful, Drew's empty stomach chimed in. Justin was probably only being polite, but he hadn't had anything all day except a handful of dry Cocoa puffs. "Thank you," he said automatically. "I mean, I don't want to intrude-"
Justin just waved him in. "Not at all, I just put two dozen cookies in the oven. You're saving me from my gluttony." He gestured at the shoe rack near the entrance. "Please take off your shoes. Make yourself at home!"
Drew stepped out of his Converse and padded through the carpet in his socks. Vanilla and cinnamon wafted from the kitchen area.
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Prompt: Tobacco +3, 117 words
The Proper-False [ 1][ 2][ 3][ 4][ 5]
In between demanding customers, Conner mocked his enthusiasm over his upcoming date. After a series of exchanged insults, Nicholas called Conner’s boyfriend-the tobacco chewer-“ashtray mouth.” Maureen had to step in before it devolved into a bitch fight.
As four o’clock rolled around, Nicholas felt giddy with excitement. Even the customer who tipped below the expected ten percent couldn’t penetrate his euphoric haze.
On the back of a drink coaster, Tall and Brooding had printed neatly “Meet me at the Starbucks across the street-4:10 p.m.” Nicholas had just enough time to change into T-shirt and jeans and splash water on his face. “I’m off!” he called out to Maureen before jogging out the back exit.
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Total pts: 3
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Total pts: 3
Help Wanted +2, 152 words
The Proper-False [ 1][ 2][ 3][ 4][ 5][ 6]
Stepping inside Starbucks, he was suddenly assailed with a mixture of excitement and anxiety not unlike a greenhorn facing his first job interview. He’s not interested in my organizational skills or conflict resolution style, he soothed himself. With any luck, he’d get to an up close and personal demonstration of my multi-tasking skills and flexibility.
He scanned the couches and spotted Tall and Brooding sitting at a small corner table.
“Hi,” he said with a small smile. Tall and Brooding nodded in response. Nicholas dragged his chair closer.
“So I realize you didn’t know my name unless you read it off the receipt in which case you’d know my name is Nicholas.” This torrent of words was met with a raised eyebrow and quirked lips.
Feeling like a dork, Nicholas stuck out his hand. “Hi, I’m Nicholas Goh.”
“Nicholas, I’m Adrien Cartwright.” His grip was warm and firm. “I need your help.”
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The plot of this story is so ludicrously romance novel intrigue that I feel like covering my face in shame sometimes. But it's fun!
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Total pts: 5
Character: Rogue +2, 199 words
Tentatively titled, "Things I Do for Free Wi-Fi, Item #7b"
Rewriting a plotbunny I had 1.5 year ago...
Drew St. Clair checked his reflection before walking out his apartment door. He wanted to give the impression of starving college student, but not one so desperate that he's off-putting. A clean T-shirt, faded jeans, battered Converse, and he was ready to go ( ... )
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Total pts: 7
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Total pts: 7
Flustered +2, 171 words
"Things I Do for Free Wi-Fi, Item #7b" [ 1]
"Hi. I'm Drew St. Clair," he extended his hand. "I live in apartment 3A?"
"I don't know. Do you?" His neighbor gave him a wide grin-not a crooked or stained teeth in sight, damn him-and gripped his hand."Justin Chew. And yes, that's 'chew' as in the verb. I take it this isn't a social call ( ... )
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Total pts: 9
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Total pts: 9
Prompt: Handful +1, 105 words
"Things I Do for Free Wi-Fi, Item #7b" [ 1][ 2]
More like a plateful, Drew's empty stomach chimed in. Justin was probably only being polite, but he hadn't had anything all day except a handful of dry Cocoa puffs. "Thank you," he said automatically. "I mean, I don't want to intrude-"
Justin just waved him in. "Not at all, I just put two dozen cookies in the oven. You're saving me from my gluttony." He gestured at the shoe rack near the entrance. "Please take off your shoes. Make yourself at home!"
Drew stepped out of his Converse and padded through the carpet in his socks. Vanilla and cinnamon wafted from the kitchen area.
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Total pts: 10
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