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Flatulant Lang Syne
Dawn sipped jauntily at her drink and stood flatulant behind a math book. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel sparkly and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how grotesque her knee cap got when she was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Dawn knew very well why she was at the party: to see Andrew.
Ah, Andrew. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his velvety hair made Dawn's heart beat like a green-skinned tri-level sorcerer smiting the evil warlord with his shimmering spell of ultimate doom.
But tonight everyone was masked. Dawn peered beseechingly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Andrew. There, she thought, the man over by the super secret spy camera, the slippery one with the bunny mask. It had to be Andrew. No one else could look so irritated, even in a bunny mask.
He began to walk Dawn's way and Dawn started to panic. What if he actually talked to Dawn?
Andrew came right up to Dawn and Dawn thought that she was going to faint.
"Hello," Andrew said bloodthirstily. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the Fyarl demon," Dawn said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so tiny.
Just then, a luscious voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Dawn's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Andrew might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Andrew swept Dawn into his arms, bent her behind the Alpert mausoleum, and kissed Dawn tantilizingly, slipping her the tongue and groping her left ear.
Dawn could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out annoyingly and pulled Andrew's mask off his face. It was Andrew! "I knew it was you," Dawn said and took her own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Andrew said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Dawn watched him go. He would be right back, Dawn was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
Somebody stop me... this is way too much fun
( drabble-matic #2 )
Flatulant Lang Syne
Dawn sipped jauntily at her drink and stood flatulant behind a math book. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel sparkly and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how grotesque her knee cap got when she was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Dawn knew very well why she was at the party: to see Andrew.
Ah, Andrew. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his velvety hair made Dawn's heart beat like a green-skinned tri-level sorcerer smiting the evil warlord with his shimmering spell of ultimate doom.
But tonight everyone was masked. Dawn peered beseechingly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Andrew. There, she thought, the man over by the super secret spy camera, the slippery one with the bunny mask. It had to be Andrew. No one else could look so irritated, even in a bunny mask.
He began to walk Dawn's way and Dawn started to panic. What if he actually talked to Dawn?
Andrew came right up to Dawn and Dawn thought that she was going to faint.
"Hello," Andrew said bloodthirstily. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the Fyarl demon," Dawn said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so tiny.
Just then, a luscious voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Dawn's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Andrew might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Andrew swept Dawn into his arms, bent her behind the Alpert mausoleum, and kissed Dawn tantilizingly, slipping her the tongue and groping her left ear.
Dawn could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out annoyingly and pulled Andrew's mask off his face. It was Andrew! "I knew it was you," Dawn said and took her own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Andrew said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Dawn watched him go. He would be right back, Dawn was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
Somebody stop me... this is way too much fun
( drabble-matic #2 )
