bossymarmalade | i just made out with that radiator woman from the radiator planet

katemonkey did it, and I visited the big list of pairings and got ~~stupid~~ ambitious, so, uh, yeah.

"You know," she said into her champagne flute, "I gave up the whole party scene when I moved from California."

"A woman who looks like you?" The man standing next to her widened his glass-blue eyes in such a precise measure of faux-despair that Kirsten couldn't help but laugh. Was that what she'd looked like when she was still trying to tell her father that no, there weren't going to be any drugs at the beach party, and why didn't he just trust his darling daughter? It seemed like so long ago; out here in New York, she couldn't help but feel grown-up, sophisticated. It was hard to believe she'd ever been that transparent.

"All right, cut it out," she told him, still smiling. The champagne was silver and gold in her mouth, down her throat, spreading to the tips of her fingers and toes. "You don't have to put on the act for *my* benefit. I'm an old hand at it."

"And I'm Warren." The man bent his blond head, smiling back, and shifted against the balcony railing. "So, if you don't mind me asking...."

Kirsten politely tipped her head for him to go on, and he continued, "..if you gave up all this before New York --" he gestured back in at the party that was still in progress, swirling chaotically around inside the ballroom, "-- why are you putting yourself through the song-and-dance? You must have plenty of other options for how to spend a Saturday night." His voice dipped a bit lower on that last part, smooth and woody, and Kirsten felt the bubbly excitement of a good unabashed flirt glitter up inside her. She let her hair sift in front of her face and felt a decided lack of embarrassment about the coquettery of the motion.

"Well, you know...every once in a while, you do a friend a favour --"

"Ah." Warren nodded knowingly, leaning back on his elbows against the stone rail. "Keeping your ugly friend company at a fancy party. I get that."

Kirsten rolled her eyes and leveled a stern gaze at him. "Actually, I'm the ugly friend in this situation. Betsey's a model."

Warren shrugged, his shoulders moving under the expensive cut of his suit with a curiously strong, emphatic grace. "Models aren't too interesting," he announced airily. "I've had my share and they're usually too concerned with themselves to even be fun." He studied his impeccable nails and Kirsten put on a sugar-sweet smile and shifted her legs, tilting her hips out a bit more.

"You could be a model, easy," she murmured, demure as a schoolgirl. Warren paused and glanced up at her; he didn't even look abashed, the cocky bastard.

"I could," he said. "But I'm fun when it counts."

He wasn't her type, not even close; she'd never gone for the big blond guys back home. But Kirsten was a New Yorker, now, and maybe she needed to start giving new things a try. "Betsey usually leaves without me, anyway," she said, fingernails gleaming on the stem of her champagne flute. Warren smiled, moved closer, his hand sliding to press against her hip, just the fingertips, and she shivered.

"Never mind Betsey," he said. "And never mind California."

He didn't taste anything like sunshine and surf, but Kirsten found she didn't miss that at all.

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And I couldn't manage much for these two because the logistics would be a nightmare, but here's a wee bit of

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you don't know what it's like for me, she said, and he would have thought she was sobbing except that her face wasn't wet. you have no idea.

i do, he tried. it was so hard not to tell her more, let her know that he of all people knew what it was like to have so much and so little to make it worth anything. i've been there, summer. you don't have to feel so alone.

she looked at him with her clear, clear eyes and he imagined another her for a moment, crystal-hard beads of tears on her dark, thick eyelashes, but then she said i think i'm gonna be alone no matter what and he put his arms around her. her hair smelled like flowers, paper; the press of her against him soft, and full of regret.

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And that's the end of that chapter! Now I need to be more like

cjmarlowe and actually finish up Ye Olde Ficlet Meme.

Also: Fourth-graders' interpretations of Munch's The Scream. That's too, too cool.

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Now I need to be more like cjmarlowe and actually finish up Ye Olde Ficlet Meme.

It's a comfort to know I'm not DEAD LAST to finish. Really, it is. =)

Heh! Well, considering I was lame enough to ask for requests that I'd hate, I'd say that you're pretty much guaranteed to not be the last one to finish. Because the thought of writing Thormann/Beecher as

circusgirl has requested is really, really scaring me, mommy.

*grin* I wrote Brian/Bono, man. I have no sympathy for anyone! Hehehe. (Not that I hate either Brian or Bono, of course, but WOW with the hard.)

I wrote Brian/Bono

!!!!

I can't even imagine. I'm scared to go look. You have my respect, yo.

*g* Of course, since I don't know who the girls are, I'd rather see Warren Worthington/Dick Grayson.... ;)

*giggle* I don't even know why I wrote those, since the number of people who read comics and watch The OC is, like...Lori and me. And that's about it. But how could I resist? *g*

Speaking of which, we watched an episode that I'd burned onto a VCD, and the comicbook-obsessed character, Seth, was clearly reading an issue of Nightwing. We paused the disc and were able to make out Deathstroke, and Dick doing on of those multiple-panel jumps he does so well. Hee!

And Carmen! She watches the OC, too. ;) I have to resist, despite the lure of comic-loving characters. I need another soap like...I need to buy more comics. Heh.

the number of people who read comics and watch The OC is, like...Lori and me.

*waves* And me, tho I'm woefully underread in the comics realm. My mind is blown by these pairings. I'm very intrigued by younger!Kirsten, and baffled by Dick/Summer - I can't hold the 2 of them in my brain at the same time, so kudos to you for pulling off this much.

baffled by Dick/Summer

I signed up for it and then instantly cursed myself, because, like -- what the hell? But they're so pretty and dark-haired together I couldn't resist!

Thank you for the kind words, and I'm glad you liked them!

Did you also see the one where they were watching the "Girls' Night Out" episode of TNBA? Seth actually referred to it by name.

*nubs the geeks* (http://www.livejournal.com/users/dammitcarl/178286.html#cutid1)

Yes yes yes! It was so delightful! I could barely even listen to them talking because I was so excited to see Sandy standing next to the tv and Batman on the screen. Hee!

Warren! You wrote Warren! *loves* Also, that pairing makes sense to me. It does!

109. Colossus (X-Men)/Sydney (Alias) -- God, I wish I knew Alias stuff so I could write this one ...

Ahhhh! Dude, now that's odd.

Also, that pairing makes sense to me. It does!

Yaaaaaay! Although, we are in a minority. I'm only sad I didn't get to work in his wings somehow. Or, ooooh! Have Kirsten get into a bitchfight with Candy Southern!!

...on second thought, maybe that's *not* such a brilliant idea. Heh.

I kind of want to do an interpretation of The Scream, except I don't think it'd be as cool since I'm not ten. Stupid lame school I went to...in fourth grade we were...I don't even remember any art I did in fourth grade it was so lame. *le sigh*

We didn't HAVE art when I was in the third-world equivalent of fourth grade. *g* But then, I don't have any skill whatsoever at art, so it hardly matters to me. Hee!

Mmmmm. Enjoyed the first one especially. Love me some Warren.

I'm eight billion miles from being done with ficlets. *sighs*

i just made out with that radiator woman from the radiator planet

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