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rainbowfic2012-09-28 11:28 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2012-09-28 11:28 pm
Sulphur 3, Zing 12: Verbal Agreement
Author: Kat
Title: Verbal Agreement
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Sulphur 3 (Make a contract), zing 12 (you've obviously mistaken me for someone who cares) with shadowsong's paint-by-numbers (And, no, trying to restate your petty objection won't help)
Supplies and Materials: Tapestry, charcoal (George Colin Clark IV), modeling clay (shield), glue (It's not easy to accept the limitations that have been placed on you now.).
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Summary: They had a contract!
Warnings: one cussword.
Notes: Some good old fashioned Number Four torment. God, I love messing with this guy.
"We had a contract," George snarls, slamming his fist against the bulletproof glass. "You put the papers in her desk, I give you money. We had a contract!"
The boy on the other side of the glass shrugs. "Verbal contracts aren't worth the paper they're written on," he replies. "You should know that."
George grinds his teeth. "You little bastard, you promised me..."
"I promised nothing of the sort," he says, "and by the way, this is being recorded. Thanks for that confession." He hangs up the phone and gets up to leave, and George can do nothing but howl.
Title: Verbal Agreement
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Sulphur 3 (Make a contract), zing 12 (you've obviously mistaken me for someone who cares) with shadowsong's paint-by-numbers (And, no, trying to restate your petty objection won't help)
Supplies and Materials: Tapestry, charcoal (George Colin Clark IV), modeling clay (shield), glue (It's not easy to accept the limitations that have been placed on you now.).
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Summary: They had a contract!
Warnings: one cussword.
Notes: Some good old fashioned Number Four torment. God, I love messing with this guy.
"We had a contract," George snarls, slamming his fist against the bulletproof glass. "You put the papers in her desk, I give you money. We had a contract!"
The boy on the other side of the glass shrugs. "Verbal contracts aren't worth the paper they're written on," he replies. "You should know that."
George grinds his teeth. "You little bastard, you promised me..."
"I promised nothing of the sort," he says, "and by the way, this is being recorded. Thanks for that confession." He hangs up the phone and gets up to leave, and George can do nothing but howl.
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The scary part is he succeeds in an AU.
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Go Jake!
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Thanks!
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I LOLed.
Kinda stuck your foot in your mouth there, George.
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