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Had a very nice Thanksgiving with a huge pile of relatives and plenty of good food. Lots to be thankful for this year!
I've still been doing my minimum of 100 words every day for Mini NaNoWriMo and this is what I managed for Thursday:
"You're a turkey."
"No, you're the turkey."
"Forget turkey; I'd rather eat ham."
"Maybe you're a ham."
Starsky raised an amused eyebrow and leered. "So maybe you'd rather eat ham."
"Oh, very funny. Such wit." Hutch was unhappy. He'd put a turkey in the oven to slow roast before they'd worked the holiday shift and they'd just walked in to the smell of - nothing. The apartment was cold and dark, the power was out, and the turkey was mostly raw and anemic-looking and, as Hutch put it, probably swimming in salmonella. "So what're we going to do now?" he asked. "Where can we eat this late on Thanksgiving Day?"
"Huggy might open up for us," Starsky suggested, "or maybe Denny's is open, or IHOP."
"Yeah, fat chance. And if they aren't?"
"Then we come back here and eat cheese 'n' crackers and pun'kin pie," Starsky said, grinning. "Besides, I don't need no feast to remind me what I have to be thankful for," he added bumping his hip against Hutch's, "and that's you."
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175 words of light-hearted smarm, slash or not is all up to the reader! *g*
I've still been doing my minimum of 100 words every day for Mini NaNoWriMo and this is what I managed for Thursday:
"You're a turkey."
"No, you're the turkey."
"Forget turkey; I'd rather eat ham."
"Maybe you're a ham."
Starsky raised an amused eyebrow and leered. "So maybe you'd rather eat ham."
"Oh, very funny. Such wit." Hutch was unhappy. He'd put a turkey in the oven to slow roast before they'd worked the holiday shift and they'd just walked in to the smell of - nothing. The apartment was cold and dark, the power was out, and the turkey was mostly raw and anemic-looking and, as Hutch put it, probably swimming in salmonella. "So what're we going to do now?" he asked. "Where can we eat this late on Thanksgiving Day?"
"Huggy might open up for us," Starsky suggested, "or maybe Denny's is open, or IHOP."
"Yeah, fat chance. And if they aren't?"
"Then we come back here and eat cheese 'n' crackers and pun'kin pie," Starsky said, grinning. "Besides, I don't need no feast to remind me what I have to be thankful for," he added bumping his hip against Hutch's, "and that's you."
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175 words of light-hearted smarm, slash or not is all up to the reader! *g*
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