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rainbowfic2013-01-21 11:50 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2013-01-21 11:50 pm
Zing 6: Are You a Doctor?
Author: Kat
Title: Are You a Doctor?
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Zing 6 (I see you've set aside this time to humiliate yourself in public) with shadowsong's paint-by-numbers (Someone attempts to pick up Ivy)
Supplies and Materials: Modeling clay (impulsive), novelty beads (this gif)
Word Count: 157.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Some guy uses the wrong pickup line on Ivy.
Warnings: nah.
Notes: And then this happened.
Ivy had no idea what it was about a woman sitting alone reading a book in a coffee shop that said "I'd love for you to hit on me." Whatever it was, the third one today had just spotted her, and was heading purposefully in her direction, practiced smile already on his face. She braced for impact.
Sure enough, he set his cup down on her table, slid into the seat across from her, hit her with a dazzling smile and said, "Are you a doctor? 'Cause baby, you just cured my erectile disfunction."
She'd had a cutting dismissal prepped. She really had. But that line—she howled, just howled with laughter, straight-up pounding the table, wheezing, tears kind of laughter. Maybe it was that, or maybe it was the other patrons' stares, that made the guy shift in his seat and finally snap, "What?"
"Honey," she managed, "I'm a veterinarian."
He left awfully fast after that.
Title: Are You a Doctor?
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Zing 6 (I see you've set aside this time to humiliate yourself in public) with shadowsong's paint-by-numbers (Someone attempts to pick up Ivy)
Supplies and Materials: Modeling clay (impulsive), novelty beads (this gif)
Word Count: 157.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Some guy uses the wrong pickup line on Ivy.
Warnings: nah.
Notes: And then this happened.
Ivy had no idea what it was about a woman sitting alone reading a book in a coffee shop that said "I'd love for you to hit on me." Whatever it was, the third one today had just spotted her, and was heading purposefully in her direction, practiced smile already on his face. She braced for impact.
Sure enough, he set his cup down on her table, slid into the seat across from her, hit her with a dazzling smile and said, "Are you a doctor? 'Cause baby, you just cured my erectile disfunction."
She'd had a cutting dismissal prepped. She really had. But that line—she howled, just howled with laughter, straight-up pounding the table, wheezing, tears kind of laughter. Maybe it was that, or maybe it was the other patrons' stares, that made the guy shift in his seat and finally snap, "What?"
"Honey," she managed, "I'm a veterinarian."
He left awfully fast after that.
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(Also, wow, erectile dysfunction in a coffee shop. Damn, man.)
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