Tuesday: Texts From Last Night

[morlockiness.livejournal.com]

Happy Tuesday, everyone. morlockiness back for another day of prompting and writing.

Today's theme is Texts From Last Night. Fret not, for the prompts don't have to be taken from that site (they can be texts of your own creation, a scenario where a text would be appropriate, etc), but wouldn't it be more fun if they were? Plenty of opportunity for allowing our favorite characters to party, toke up, complete a walk of shame, and let their friends know in a succinct message.

As always, keep the rules in mind:
+ No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.
+No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after original air/publication date. If there are spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
+For the sake of your monkeys, please format your prompts correctly. For example:

Skins, Sid/Tony, "easter eggs filled with ecstasy. it's what jesus would do."

Crossovers:

Heroes/Star Trek XI, Claire/McCoy, "It's a shame that I don't know his last name. Actually, it's an ever bigger shame that I don't know his first name"

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Comments

[ziplocless.livejournal.com]

Leverage, team, (850):
Are they still out there making out on the couch? How can we get them to leave?
(850):
I'm gonna go stand naked in the kitchen with a knife (http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-1952.html)

[strongwriter.livejournal.com]

not crazy about it. but I hope you enjoy :P

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"Are they still out there making out on the couch?"
Parker peered around the door, then nodded solemnly in reply.
"How can we get them to leave?" Tara wondered, spinning a keyring around her finger. It slipped off and hit the window, narrowly missing Hardison's eye. He glared at her for a good minute before turning back to his computer.
"I could set the fire alarm off," he suggested.
"Do you really think that'll work?" Tara rolled her eyes and twisted a piece of her hair around her finger. "I've known Sophie for years. She can smell smoke three miles away. While under a house."
"Why the hell was she under a house?"
She stared at Eliot a moment, thinking, and said, "That's none of your business, now, is it?"
Parker clapped her hands suddenly, making them all jump. "I got it!" She tugged on the sleeve of Eliot's shirt. "Go stand naked in the kitchen. With a knife."
"I'm not gonna stand naked in the kitchen!" he snapped.
"You'll have a knife," she pointed out.
"Here." Tara leaned back in her chair so she could dig in her pocket. She pulled out a large roll of bills, which she started counting. "I have three thousand, nine hundred, eighty... two dollars here. It's all yours if you do what the blonde says."
"You carry three thousand dollars on you on a regular basis?" Hardison shook his head. "You whack, woman, you crazy."
"I don't want your freaking money." He shook his head. "Y'all are nuts."
Everything was silent for a moment. Then --
"Hardison will stop the commentary that you hate so much next time we have a job." Parker raised her eyebrows suggestively.
He paused. "How can you insure that?"
She gave him a Cheshire Cat grin and narrowed her eyes. "I have my ways."
After a moment of thought, he stood up and started loosening his belt.
Hardison stiffened. "Dude, what the hell you doin'?
Eliot smiled. "I'm standin' in the kitchen naked with a knife."
As if to punctuate the statement, his jeans hit the floor.

[strongwriter.livejournal.com]

also, I hope it's legal to post this, since there is no texting being... texted XD

[inked-insanity.livejournal.com]

This made me snort water up my nose with how hilarious it was.