Taken from just about everyone

[beanside]

Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

I'll expand this to include any of the ones I've written with the lovely nilchance as well.

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[beanside.livejournal.com]

I can do that. *grin*

"What do you mean, the gear isn't here?" I muttered. "I'm kinda going to need that if they want us to p-play."

"Jesus, settle down," Jason muttered. "The truck got stuck on the way down here. It's not a big deal."

James smirked. "It's not a big deal if you didn't toss your good brace in with your stuff, Jase." He walked over and slipped in behind me on the sofa. "It'll get here."

I felt myself melt back into him, solid and dependable. Okay, maybe a little more solid than before. With us having been in the studio for the last eighteen months, James had packed on a few pounds. I blamed it on Edy's making ice cream that tasted like Girl Scout cookies. That's just some evil shit.

"It wasn't my brightest move,"I admitted. "But it's such a pain in the ass, trying to get it through security. Bad enough when I have the fiberglass one."

Lars wandered in, his cellphone practically soldered to his ear. The nice thing about Lars is that he'll never be able to sneak up on a corpse. The bad thing is that he'll never shut the fuck up. He pressed a quick kiss to Jason's cheek, mouth barely pausing. "We need the fucking equipment! Don't give me that shit, motherfucker. Get it here, now."

After listening for a moment, he nodded and hung the phone up. "Twenty minutes. I talked to the fucker in charge, he said we can have forty minutes to get it together and rehearse."

James' fingers petted my shoulders and I purred, leaning my head back against his chest. "Told you they'd get here, Hamlet."

[katzb101.livejournal.com]

*squee* omg thank you so much, you so made my day. I know I've said it before but I'm going to say it again, I can't even begin to tell you what Standing means to me.

So thanks again. *hugs*