Prompt 069: Fiction Shindig
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still_grrrTitle: How Did I Get Myself Into This
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angelus2hot
Rating: G
Word Count: 276
Prompt: 069 Shindig
Characters/Pairing: Mal (Mal/Inara implied)
A/N:
Today started out pretty much like any other. But somehow in the course of looking for a job I got roped into going to a shindig. One that I would have avoided at all cost if I’d had the choice. But sometimes things get in the way of our choices such as a powerful need to eat.
Now I didn’t attend the thing with any intention of there being trouble but for some reason trouble always finds me. I was minding my own business looking to score the job, when I spotted Inara. As always she was breathtaking. One thing led to another and I was asking her to dance. All perfectly innocent.
But somehow, the next thing I know some idiot was implying Inara was a whore. Suddenly my fist was introducing itself to the man’s face. Yeah I considered the irony. But there is a difference. While I might have disrespected Inara’s chosen profession, and believe me I use that term loosely, I’ve never disrespected her.
Because of my misguided sense of chivalry, here I am waiting for that same idiot. We are to duel to the death with swords. Swords? What’s wrong with a gorram gun? I’m good with a gun.
How did I get myself into this? Even as the thought crossed my mind I glance over at Inara standing on the sidelines. She’s so beautiful she spins me about. I can’t make heads or tails of what I feel for her.
Ah, that’s how.
Shaking my head to clear it, I raise my sword. Let’s hope I give a better accounting of myself with a sword then I do with Inara. -
Author:
angelus2hotRating: G
Word Count: 276
Prompt: 069 Shindig
Characters/Pairing: Mal (Mal/Inara implied)
A/N:
Today started out pretty much like any other. But somehow in the course of looking for a job I got roped into going to a shindig. One that I would have avoided at all cost if I’d had the choice. But sometimes things get in the way of our choices such as a powerful need to eat.
Now I didn’t attend the thing with any intention of there being trouble but for some reason trouble always finds me. I was minding my own business looking to score the job, when I spotted Inara. As always she was breathtaking. One thing led to another and I was asking her to dance. All perfectly innocent.
But somehow, the next thing I know some idiot was implying Inara was a whore. Suddenly my fist was introducing itself to the man’s face. Yeah I considered the irony. But there is a difference. While I might have disrespected Inara’s chosen profession, and believe me I use that term loosely, I’ve never disrespected her.
Because of my misguided sense of chivalry, here I am waiting for that same idiot. We are to duel to the death with swords. Swords? What’s wrong with a gorram gun? I’m good with a gun.
How did I get myself into this? Even as the thought crossed my mind I glance over at Inara standing on the sidelines. She’s so beautiful she spins me about. I can’t make heads or tails of what I feel for her.
Ah, that’s how.
Shaking my head to clear it, I raise my sword. Let’s hope I give a better accounting of myself with a sword then I do with Inara. -
