Friday Free For All --

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Happy Friday everyone!

You know what friday means! It's free for all day. Any pairing, fandom, any anything.

Crazy crack, hot steamy threesomes, complete au, playful pranks, parties, fights, fight sex, dreams, bars, board rooms, restaurants, motel rooms, daydreams, falling down, getting up, werewolves, vampires, witches, costumes, babies....you name it, it goes here!

Please to be remembering the rules. No more than five prompts in a row (give others a chance to prompt too), no more than 3 per fandom. You can always come back and prompt more after yours have been answered.

Please remember to be kind to you code monkeys (who work hard at a job that is time consuming) and code your prompts properly (fandom, pairing, prompt).

Examples:

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, fleas
Numb3rs, Charlie/Colby, sweet and sour

SGA/Leverage, Ronon/Eliot, "who's side are you on?"


As always, if nothing here strikes your fancy, head on over to the delicious archives and find you something yummy to chew on.

Have fun y'all.

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[dreamer-marie.livejournal.com]

Pride and Prejudice, George Wickham, "Oh, show me the way to the next whiskey bar, oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why. For if we don't find the next whiskey bar, I tell you we must die." (The Doors)

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George Wickham had thought he knew London and everyone important in it. But now it seemed he only knew the important parts of London, and he apparently knew no-one in it.

He hadn't emerged from their room all week, but he seriously needed a drink. Lydia had woken up that morning at the crack of dawn, and had hardly stopped talking since. If she wasn't chattering inanely, she was complaining, and if she wasn't complaining, she was listing all the beautiful clothes she was going to buy once they were married, and every now and then she'd draw breath to laugh at the imagined looks on her sisters' faces.

He had tried to interject once or twice, but she had just spoken louder until he gave up. Sure, letting a girl talk was a good way of getting them to like you, but he'd never realized in Brighton that what Lydia truly wanted was a man to hear her monologues.

He finally spotted a likely looking fellow and ran over. "Excuse me, sir," he panted, "Can you please, PLEASE tell me of a good whiskey bar around here?"

The man he'd stopped looked perturbed. "Are you quite all right, young man?"

Wickham had no idea where to start. His brain was exploding with a million things he'd wanted to shout at Lydia but had to bite back, every single time. Finally, he managed to say, in a strained voice, "Are you married?"

"Ahh," said the man, face clearing with understanding and settling into sympathy. "Second street on the left, about five doors down."

"Thank you."

The bar itself wasn't the kind he usually frequented. It wasn't the fancy kind he went to with his fellow soldiers, nor the sordid kind he preferred to frequent by himself. It was somewhere in between, and usually would be far too mediocre to attract his attention.

But right now, it was the most beautiful establishment he had ever laid eyes upon. So beautiful, in fact, that he ran straight through the door and up to the bar and just said, "WHISKEY. PLEASE." The barman took one at his face and scuttled off to find a bottle.

Perhaps if he hadn't been quite so eager, he would have taken the time to look at the other clientele.

"Good evening, George," said Mr Darcy pleasantly from the stool to his left. "I'm impressed. I expected you to be out here by Tuesday."

Wickham let his head fall forward and hit the bar. "Before you haul me outside, can I have my drink?"

Mr Darcy looked thoughtful. For a second. "No," he decided, and dragged Wickham back outside by his shoulder.

[dreamer-marie.livejournal.com]

Sorry it took me so long to answer, but thanks a lot for the fic! I have the song stuck in my head on and off, and it's great to have fic to accompany it with. Really great fic, too :-)