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rainbowfic2012-04-17 10:30 am
sarcasticsra) wrote in rainbowfic2012-04-17 10:30 am
Entry tags:
Zing, 5 + eraser + stain + oils.
Author: Sara
Colors: Zing, 5. how about never?
Supplies: Eraser (Pan Torey AU), Stain ("Once you've learned to study in a bathing suit on the grass with muscled men throwing frisbees over your head, you can accomplish almost anything."), Oils ("disaster waiting to happen")
Word Count: 330
Rating: PG
Story: Polyfaceted; title of this is Cheating.
Summary: Sam finds himself disagreeing with Eileen's tactics.
Notes: Takes place in an alternate May 2008.
Torey paused before walking into the living room, hovering in the archway to watch the scene unfold before him. From the kitchen, it had sounded like Sam and Eileen were arguing about something.
“Oh, no, it’s your turn,” Sam said, pointing a finger at her.
Eileen looked unimpressed, an expression belied only by the slight upturn to the corner of her mouth. Ah, so a fake argument then. “Not by my math.”
“Is that new math?” Sam said. “I went last time. That clearly makes it your turn.”
“Ah, but in case you’ve forgotten, I had to go to almost four years’ worth of these,” she said, and grinned triumphantly. “That clearly makes it your turn.”
Sam gaped. “Come on, you can’t count before I met him! That is totally cheating!”
“I happen to think it’s fair.”
“Of course you do, because it means you don’t have to go.”
“Exactly.” She smiled serenely. Sam shook his head.
“Guys?” They both glanced up at his voice. He walked into the room. “What’s going on?”
“Your wife is blatantly cheating,” Sam said accusingly, “in order to get out of taking her turn going with you to your totally-not-at-all-painfully-boring business dinner party this weekend.”
“If you like them so much, what kind of friend would I be to take that away from you?” she asked innocently.
“Cheater.”
Torey snorted. “Actually,” he said, “I kind of need both of you to come. It’s an image thing this time. Kind of a pain in the ass, I know, but stupidly important sometimes.”
They both sighed, and then Sam perked up. “At least you’re stuck with me,” he said to Eileen, grinning cheekily.
She rolled her eyes, but she smiled. “Do you need a new suit?”
“What? No.” His eyebrows knit in confusion. “I just got a new suit.”
Eileen looked thoughtful, then smirked, standing and heading for the stairs. “We’ll see about that.”
“Eileen!” he said, darting after her.
Amused, Torey just shook his head.
Colors: Zing, 5. how about never?
Supplies: Eraser (Pan Torey AU), Stain ("Once you've learned to study in a bathing suit on the grass with muscled men throwing frisbees over your head, you can accomplish almost anything."), Oils ("disaster waiting to happen")
Word Count: 330
Rating: PG
Story: Polyfaceted; title of this is Cheating.
Summary: Sam finds himself disagreeing with Eileen's tactics.
Notes: Takes place in an alternate May 2008.
Torey paused before walking into the living room, hovering in the archway to watch the scene unfold before him. From the kitchen, it had sounded like Sam and Eileen were arguing about something.
“Oh, no, it’s your turn,” Sam said, pointing a finger at her.
Eileen looked unimpressed, an expression belied only by the slight upturn to the corner of her mouth. Ah, so a fake argument then. “Not by my math.”
“Is that new math?” Sam said. “I went last time. That clearly makes it your turn.”
“Ah, but in case you’ve forgotten, I had to go to almost four years’ worth of these,” she said, and grinned triumphantly. “That clearly makes it your turn.”
Sam gaped. “Come on, you can’t count before I met him! That is totally cheating!”
“I happen to think it’s fair.”
“Of course you do, because it means you don’t have to go.”
“Exactly.” She smiled serenely. Sam shook his head.
“Guys?” They both glanced up at his voice. He walked into the room. “What’s going on?”
“Your wife is blatantly cheating,” Sam said accusingly, “in order to get out of taking her turn going with you to your totally-not-at-all-painfully-boring business dinner party this weekend.”
“If you like them so much, what kind of friend would I be to take that away from you?” she asked innocently.
“Cheater.”
Torey snorted. “Actually,” he said, “I kind of need both of you to come. It’s an image thing this time. Kind of a pain in the ass, I know, but stupidly important sometimes.”
They both sighed, and then Sam perked up. “At least you’re stuck with me,” he said to Eileen, grinning cheekily.
She rolled her eyes, but she smiled. “Do you need a new suit?”
“What? No.” His eyebrows knit in confusion. “I just got a new suit.”
Eileen looked thoughtful, then smirked, standing and heading for the stairs. “We’ll see about that.”
“Eileen!” he said, darting after her.
Amused, Torey just shook his head.