lazy-ass exhausted version of drabble scrabble

[themeletor]

read instructions here.

play here.

words: take, restore, recalling, cue, imprisoning, reread, disappears, vouch, minorities, mechanism

bonus points for: porn, snow, cookies

GO!


(p.s. I won't be checking this until Wednesday night, but please have tons of fun between now and then!)

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This is me, bored at work....I don't even know if this makes sense.

[jobiegirl6.livejournal.com]

Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Charlie/Colby

All Colby had wanted to do was bake Charlie some Christmas cookies. That is how it all started.

An internet search. For recipes. Was it HIS fault that he had come across a recipe for Knock You Naked Brownies (Yeah, he had to reread that title a couple times to get the image of Charlie out of his head). With a title like that, how could he NOT make them for Charlie?

But when he put them in the oven, Charlie came into the room. Again, was it his fault that Charlie decided he needed distract him with kisses that led to...well, it's safe to say the kitchen counter probably needs to be sanitized now.

So that is why when Colby went to take the brownies out of the oven (only 20 minutes late...) the whole pan went into the garbage.

Next time, Charlie can do the baking.

Find the brownie recipe here: http://www.christmas-cookies.com/recipes/recipe88.knockyounakedbrownies.html

and
Wordlist:

restore, recalling, cue, imprisoning, disappears, vouch, minorities, mechanism, bite, sailing

[i-puddleglum.livejournal.com]

This was the word list I used:
take, restore, recalling, cue, imprisoning, reread, disappears, vouch, minorities, mechanism

A cold, California night had overtaken the quiet valley. The small town situated there was eerily silent, with the exception of the sounds coming from the bar at the end of the crumbling road. inside the bar were most of the town's inhabitants, few as they were, slowly making their lives seem less dreary on cheap beer and tequila.

The only object that one might note, amongst all of the somber décor, was an old pool table in the corner. The woodwork, once ornate, was now chipped and cracked. The cloth on the table itself was stained and worn. The cues were all warped and twisted, almost to the point of being unusable. Yet, after long day and a few drinks at night, what took place on that table was all that the locals cared about. It was there that they proved themselves, settled old scores, and restored their honor if need be.

Tonight it was a familiar match between the bartender and a migrant worker who returned to the ranch in the foothills every year. They played often because neither had anything to gain or to lose; neither had any money to speak of, and neither held any sort of grudge against the other. The other locals let them play because they were the only ones who were able to take the twisted cues, the chipped balls, the treacherous bumpers, and the curved table, and still play as if all things were flawless.

As the smoke in the room drifted to the ceiling, dimming the bare bulb that hung above the pool table, the bartender racked the balls into position, while the migrant worker, after some deliberation, chose the cue he always chose. After the bartender removed the rack from the table, the migrant worker broke the balls apart, producing a sound that echoed through the valley. It was going to be a good game.

Words: equivocate, facetious, recalling, farce, imprisoning, reread, disappears, vouch, minorities, mechanism

[leda_speaks.livejournal.com]

I don't know, but I did it.

Words: equivocate, facetious, recalling, farce, imprisoning, reread, disappears, vouch, minorities, mechanism

“So, Billy,” says Charlie, stretching out each syllable, relishing the unfamiliar feel of the name. “When do I get to fuck *you?*” He pulls his t-shirt on. Where are his pants?

“Mmm. I don’t think you’re ready.”

“*What*?”

“You’re not ready,” says Billy, with what Charlie’s already mentally labelled the *extra* facetious smirk.

“What, do I need references?”

“Maybe.”

“Someone to vouch for me?”

Billy shrugs. “It might help.”

And the thing is that Charlie can never quite tell when this guy’s joking. He stares hard, wondering, and Billy looks back, his gaze flaring with warmth as the smirk disappears.