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Jan. 31st, 2003 07:25 amYou know what? This will always be my favorite pic of Stone and Fen. *mmmmms at nice elf body* And I dig the tat. ^_^
Jan. 31st, 2003
Bonnie/Ollie snippet
Jan. 31st, 2003 08:02 am“Am I gonna have to put a lock on that door?”
“Hey, I’m hungry!” Ollie whined, moving aside a foil-wrapped mystery and a bottle of ketchup. “Got any steak in here?”
“Not thawn out. This is the 3rd time this afternoon you’ve had your head stuck in there looking for food.”
“Werewolves have very fast metabolisms. We have to eat a lot to keep up with them.”
“Yeah right. Werewolf my ass. Werepiggy.”
“Hey, fuck you.”
“Oink oink. Rooting for truffles by the light of the full moon.”
“Oh yeah? Says a woman who eats four Rooty Tooty Fresh ‘n Fruity breakfasts at IHOP.”
“Now that’s metabolism.” She hesitated for a moment, then kicked his leg. “And you’re hoggin’ the fridge anyway, piggy. Move and let someone else have a turn.”
Ollie reluctantly shifted and let Bonnie move up beside him. Together they stared into the depths of the refridgerator.
“This is like a Fight Club moment,” she finally said, scowling. “A fridge full of condiments and nothing to eat. Don’t I have people to grocery shop in this court?”
“Ooo, gonna take the steward to task?”
“Heads will roll.” She growled and pushed him aside to shut the door. “Well…great. Now we’re both hungry and there’s absolutely no snacks. Now what?”
Ollie thought for a moment, then brightened. “Now we go to McDonalds and scarf Big Macs until they throw us out.”
Bonnie grinned and bumped hips with him. “I love a man with a plan.”
“Hey, I’m hungry!” Ollie whined, moving aside a foil-wrapped mystery and a bottle of ketchup. “Got any steak in here?”
“Not thawn out. This is the 3rd time this afternoon you’ve had your head stuck in there looking for food.”
“Werewolves have very fast metabolisms. We have to eat a lot to keep up with them.”
“Yeah right. Werewolf my ass. Werepiggy.”
“Hey, fuck you.”
“Oink oink. Rooting for truffles by the light of the full moon.”
“Oh yeah? Says a woman who eats four Rooty Tooty Fresh ‘n Fruity breakfasts at IHOP.”
“Now that’s metabolism.” She hesitated for a moment, then kicked his leg. “And you’re hoggin’ the fridge anyway, piggy. Move and let someone else have a turn.”
Ollie reluctantly shifted and let Bonnie move up beside him. Together they stared into the depths of the refridgerator.
“This is like a Fight Club moment,” she finally said, scowling. “A fridge full of condiments and nothing to eat. Don’t I have people to grocery shop in this court?”
“Ooo, gonna take the steward to task?”
“Heads will roll.” She growled and pushed him aside to shut the door. “Well…great. Now we’re both hungry and there’s absolutely no snacks. Now what?”
Ollie thought for a moment, then brightened. “Now we go to McDonalds and scarf Big Macs until they throw us out.”
Bonnie grinned and bumped hips with him. “I love a man with a plan.”
