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ladynorbertTitle: In the Pink
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Fandom: Brutality (Original)
Prompt: 30-A, #16 Strawberries
Character/Pairing: Sarah Masterson, Holly Madison, Erica Riley, Jill Thomas
Rating: G
Word Count: 367
Summary: A picnic lunch leads to a hospital visit, and for once, Sarah's not the patient.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Jill and Erica are Holly's NPC roommates. I created all of the characters in this story, but the ever-brilliantvampyric_lycan adopted Holly and brought her to life, and Holly's allergy was her invention. Chris, who appears by mention, is the property of clez, and I'm taking some liberties with his social life.
There was a lot of giggling in the air over the four young women crowded around a picnic table by the harbor. Two brunettes, a blonde and a redhead don't do much blending in, and more than one passing male studied the quartet with varying levels of interest.
"And then," Erica was telling the other three, "and then..." She laughed. "His pants leg got caught in the car door...and ripped as he walked away!" There was a general convulsion of hysterical giggles. "Oh, poor Mark was so embarrassed."
"Doesn't seem to have turned you off," Jill pointed out, with an arch little smile.
"Nope." Erica smirked, and Sarah chuckled. She had particular interest in this story; Erica's new guy, Mark, was one of the "Lone Gunmen," as she called them -- the trio of male friends who were tight with her police partner, Chris. She mentally patted herself on the back for introducing Mark to Erica, and made a note to playfully gloat the next morning at work. Chris would smile and shake his head, and possibly even make some sort of congratulatory noise before he found something shiny in one of his desk drawers with which to try and distract her.
"What's going on with your man, Holly?" Erica asked, turning to her.
"Which one?" Sarah interjected teasingly.
Holly poked the redhead and laughed. "Roger finally called it quits with me," she reported. "About time too, I was starting to forget what he looked like. Let me keep the car, though."
"Well, that was gentlemanly," Jill pointed out.
"Knowing Roger? He probably managed to make it some kind of tax write-off. A donation to the Blonde Foundation or something equally ludicrous," Holly deadpanned, and they all dissolved into laughter again. "Where's the fruit salad?" she continued. "I'm dying for some decent cantaloupe."
"Here you go," said Erica, passing her the bowl. "I picked out all the strawberries already."
"Thanks." Holly was pretty badly allergic to strawberries; nothing fatal, as far as they knew, but the berries gave her an unpleasant case of facial hives that she was always eager to avoid. "Of course," she continued playfully, "everyone knows I'm saving myself for Chris Tyler anyway."
Sarah half-choked, or at least pretended to, on her mouthful of sandwich. She elected not to say the first thing which passed through her mind, and instead opted for diplomacy. "Chris has a girlfriend."
"What? Since when!?"
"Well, okay, not a girlfriend per se, but he's actually gone out with the same woman twice, which has never before happened in the history of our acquaintance."
Before Holly could respond in some way that would make Sarah uncomfortable, she paused, and looked troubled. "Holls? What's wrong?" asked Jill, catching the look on her face.
"The fruit...I think there may be strawberry juice left on it."
"Uh-oh..." Sure enough, after a few minutes, large red blotches began to appear on Holly's fair skin. "Okay," Erica said with a sigh, "we know the drill. Let's get in the car."
"Sorry," Holly muttered. "Oh, I just hope the doctor's not cute."
"Not cute?" Sarah repeated. "Why would you hope that?"
"Because I wouldn't want a cute one to see me looking like this!"
Author:
ladynorbertFandom: Brutality (Original)
Prompt: 30-A, #16 Strawberries
Character/Pairing: Sarah Masterson, Holly Madison, Erica Riley, Jill Thomas
Rating: G
Word Count: 367
Summary: A picnic lunch leads to a hospital visit, and for once, Sarah's not the patient.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Jill and Erica are Holly's NPC roommates. I created all of the characters in this story, but the ever-brilliant
vampyric_lycan adopted Holly and brought her to life, and Holly's allergy was her invention. Chris, who appears by mention, is the property of clez, and I'm taking some liberties with his social life.There was a lot of giggling in the air over the four young women crowded around a picnic table by the harbor. Two brunettes, a blonde and a redhead don't do much blending in, and more than one passing male studied the quartet with varying levels of interest.
"And then," Erica was telling the other three, "and then..." She laughed. "His pants leg got caught in the car door...and ripped as he walked away!" There was a general convulsion of hysterical giggles. "Oh, poor Mark was so embarrassed."
"Doesn't seem to have turned you off," Jill pointed out, with an arch little smile.
"Nope." Erica smirked, and Sarah chuckled. She had particular interest in this story; Erica's new guy, Mark, was one of the "Lone Gunmen," as she called them -- the trio of male friends who were tight with her police partner, Chris. She mentally patted herself on the back for introducing Mark to Erica, and made a note to playfully gloat the next morning at work. Chris would smile and shake his head, and possibly even make some sort of congratulatory noise before he found something shiny in one of his desk drawers with which to try and distract her.
"What's going on with your man, Holly?" Erica asked, turning to her.
"Which one?" Sarah interjected teasingly.
Holly poked the redhead and laughed. "Roger finally called it quits with me," she reported. "About time too, I was starting to forget what he looked like. Let me keep the car, though."
"Well, that was gentlemanly," Jill pointed out.
"Knowing Roger? He probably managed to make it some kind of tax write-off. A donation to the Blonde Foundation or something equally ludicrous," Holly deadpanned, and they all dissolved into laughter again. "Where's the fruit salad?" she continued. "I'm dying for some decent cantaloupe."
"Here you go," said Erica, passing her the bowl. "I picked out all the strawberries already."
"Thanks." Holly was pretty badly allergic to strawberries; nothing fatal, as far as they knew, but the berries gave her an unpleasant case of facial hives that she was always eager to avoid. "Of course," she continued playfully, "everyone knows I'm saving myself for Chris Tyler anyway."
Sarah half-choked, or at least pretended to, on her mouthful of sandwich. She elected not to say the first thing which passed through her mind, and instead opted for diplomacy. "Chris has a girlfriend."
"What? Since when!?"
"Well, okay, not a girlfriend per se, but he's actually gone out with the same woman twice, which has never before happened in the history of our acquaintance."
Before Holly could respond in some way that would make Sarah uncomfortable, she paused, and looked troubled. "Holls? What's wrong?" asked Jill, catching the look on her face.
"The fruit...I think there may be strawberry juice left on it."
"Uh-oh..." Sure enough, after a few minutes, large red blotches began to appear on Holly's fair skin. "Okay," Erica said with a sigh, "we know the drill. Let's get in the car."
"Sorry," Holly muttered. "Oh, I just hope the doctor's not cute."
"Not cute?" Sarah repeated. "Why would you hope that?"
"Because I wouldn't want a cute one to see me looking like this!"
