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06 June 2010 @ 04:43 am
Round Five - Fic  
Hey, everyone! Time has come for the prompt post to be closed and the writing of fic to begin.

Some Rules/Guidelines for Submission and Feedback:

1. Drabbles should be submitted by commenting on this post. There is no word minimum or maximum. If your fic doesn't fit in one comment (about 4300 characters), that's perfectly fine. Just post an excerpt of your fic and a link to the rest of the story elsewhere.

2. You need to use a subject line for your submissions.

The format you should use is: Title, Prompt, Rating. Example: That's How I Was Raised And I Turned Out TV, The Simpsons reruns, PG

3. Each drabble should be submitted as a new comment to this post.

4. Anyone can submit as many drabbles as they'd like, using any prompts, even your own. More than one person can submit for the same prompt.

5. Feel free to cross-post submissions elsewhere. Just make sure you let others know you wrote if for this drabble-a-thon.

6. If you like what you've read, please take the time to tell the author. Comments are like crack to fanfic writers. We can never get enough. (Please be sure to reply to the comment in which the author posted their drabble, not to this original post, so the author receives your feedback.)

7. Absolutely no flames of any kind will be tolerated in this community. This is supposed to be fun. Read the subject line before reading, and simply skip over something that appears not to be to your liking or rating preference.

The deadline for Round Five Submissions will be on September 23rd. Go on and write, everyone.

Prompt List

the absence of your company
accidental meeting
advice from Mom
after-hours drinking
aging un-gracefully
apples and oranges
around you
artificial insemination

baby names
baby shower
the ball's in your court
beach house
bee sting
better fit
bitch slap
brutal honesty
business juice
"business" trip

Can I play with your wii?
car ride
car service
catching the bouquet
Cheese Scarf
Chinese food
chocolate cake
cold feet
complete 180
Coney Island
cooking class
corporate bonding

do it again
Dream about you
drunk dialing
drunk on fish

easy bake oven

fake husband
Fate or Coincidence
four years and counting...

getting older
Ghost of You
girls night out
the glass is half empty
the glass is half full
good surprise?
green card

hair dye
Hard Equations And Rational Thinking
Heavy Heart
hot child in the city
how did you sleep?

I miss you
it's too big

Jack’s baby?
Jack gets punched
jeans in the oven
job interview
just like that

killing time

laser tag
Last Confession
lost pants
Love Lockdown
lovers (not in between meat and pizza)

make it without you
making amends
margarita Thursday
maybe not
movie premiere

never in a million years, Jack Donaghy
new glasses
not me

pizza party
Poison Ivy

quiet time

real estate
real love

sandwich rules
Saturday morning
Sean Hannity
Second City
second divorce
second marriage
sex therapist
she's fantastic
Shooting Stars
shut your face
silver lining
Snapple cap
sock it to me
sour lemon
Star Trek
stop doing that
streets ahead
surprising development

There’s only One Liz Lemon in the world!
thumbs up
time and time again
tissue paper
top chef
the trouble with dreams

underneath it all
unusual middle names

very, very wrong

wedding gift
who is it?
Wii Fit
worth it

you can do better
you don't say?
YouFace profile
you're cold

Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: Andrew Belle - Replace Me
writer_emwriter_em on August 21st, 2010 10:23 pm (UTC)
A Journey I Just Don't Have A Map For, Time And Time Again, T

She’s drunk.

She’s really drunk. And she’s pretty sure that he’s drunk too, but she’s drunk to be sure.

Because otherwise, she doesn’t really know what other reason there could be for his hand being on her ass.

Or his body pressing her against the wall.

In fact, she’s pretty sure he must be drunk because there is no way his lips would be pressed against hers, or his tongue would be invading her mouth if he was sober.

Because she’s not his type, and he’s not her type.

So, she’s drunk and he’s drunk, and they are kissing.

The only thing that she can clearly think is that this cannot be a good idea. It feels like a good idea, because now his fingers are pressing into her hip, and he’s holding himself right against her, and that feels good. Really good.

But this cannot be a good idea.

She pulls back and says his name but he ignores her, instead one of his hands leaves her hip and runs up her side.

His lips are pressed against her neck as she repeats his name, and then she’s moaning and can’t really think much at all.

His lips return to hers, and then he breaks the kiss with a groan, resting his forehead against hers.

“I know” he says, a palm cupping the back of her neck, and his thumb stroking against her jaw.

And she’s far too drunk to hear the regret.


Being surrounded by a jeering crowd sends her back to the time she spent on stage in college. She involuntarily takes a step back at the memory, which just makes them increase the volume of their shouts.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

She really hates the teamsters right now. She feels likes she’s on one of those game shows, and she’s the girl whose about to get rejected in public.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

She’s not drunk. And he’s not drunk. Well, he might have had a whiskey but its only 3pm so she’s pretty sure that he's not drunk, and therefore there is no way that he’ll kiss her. And anyway, not in front of a room of people.

She reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she shakes her head.

But then her vision of the crowd is blocked. In place of Tracy, Jenna, Kenneth, Pete, and the rest of the Teamsters, is a jacket and tie. She raises her eyes to look up into his face, and she gulps.

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