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non_plot challenge is 'The Lie'. And surprisingly enough this piece (which is reasonably short and brought to you by Allanna, Stephen and Ross) contains only one lie. If you're bored enough, try to find it. :-D
"Didn't you say one of your friends was meeting us here?" Allanna asked curiously.
"He'll be along." Ross replied easily with a shrug. "He's probably met some woman along the way. I taught him everything I know, after all."
Allanna sighed, skimming the menu with a thoughtful expression on her face. She loved Ross very much - not in the way he wanted, of course, but she did love him very much regardless - but he was exhausting to deal with. Overwhelming. Kind of like a tornado or an earthquake. Ross plus one of Ross's friends - especially someone that Ross had supposedly taught everything he knew - promised to make for a very tiring lunch.
"So, my adorable little piece of angel food cake, what did you want to order?" Ross tipped his chair back indolently.
"Get your feet off the table." Allanna sighed. "Were you born in a barn?"
"Well, people have been known to call me their lord and saviour."
"Ross..."
"You don't love me anymore." He pouted. Fortunately he pouted and took his feet off the table, but continued leaning back in his chair.
The door of the little Thai place swung open and a young man came up to their table. He had short dirty blonde hair with bangs that fell into his eyes, small round glasses, faded bellbottom jeans and a black t-shirt that read 'hell is other people'. He winked at Allanna and jerked the back of Ross's chair.
Ross neatly folded up on the floor, spluttering. "Stephen, you ass." He got to his feet, stretching, and clapped Stephen on the shoulder roughly. "Sit down."
Stephen complied, sitting beside Allanna and patting her hand with a sly smile. "Stephen MacFarlane. Please, please tell me you're not dating this joker, it'll completely destroy my sense of right and wrong and I'll have to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge."
"I'm not, no." she chuckled in spite of herself.
"Wonderful. What are you doing tonight at seven?"
"Oh no you don't." Ross smacked Stephen in the side of the head. "She's too good for you. Especially if she won't sleep with me."
"Are we going to eat, children?" Allanna rolled her eyes again.
"Of course. Try the pad thai. What did you want, Stephen?"
Stephen shrugged. "That sounds fine. With shrimp."
A short, dark haired woman came by with a pad of paper, and Ross ordered glibly in Vietnamese. "So, Stephen, this is Allanna Daes'faekryzkn. Allanna, darling, this is Stephen MacFarlane. My chief lackey and bottle washer."
Stephen looked pained, flicking his hair out of his eyes. "I am not his lackey. I have many better things to do with my time. Like physics labs and drinking beer and cute little geophysics majors that get drunk off of three vodka martinis and start taking their shirts off." He leaned across the table. "Did I tell you about the party I went to the other night?"
"No, which was a serious oversight of yours. Spill."
"Well," Stephen grinned wolfishly, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. "The last thing I remember was waking up at three a.m beside Hamilton underneath three empty bottles of Smirnoff and an adorable brunette that was cute enough to put in your pocket. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Or at least Midtown Manhattan."
"When I was at MIT," Ross chuckled, "my roommate and I left a trail of Godiva truffles through Random Hall from the common room to our room. You have no idea how effective it was. Except for one very confused aeronautics major named Tim, we had a great thing going."
"Ever worked your way through a womens' crew team?"
"No, but I did have an interesting time with a very flexible Canadian girl in an oak tree." Ross gratefully accepted the steaming bowl of noodles with a nod. "Cam on nhieu." He began picking out beansprouts with his long wooden chopsticks, flicking them into Allanna's bowl.
"You are so picky." Allanna shook her head disapprovingly.
"I know, but you love me anyway."
"So what are we doing this afternoon?" she interrupted, hoping that they had finished their tales of debauchery.
"I don't know. Stephen?"
Stephen shrugged, slurping up the hot rice noodles. "Mmm. I don't know, we could go to a baseball game. I hear the Reds are playing the Mets."
"Oh, there's an idea." Ross replied sarcastically. "I'd rather have the cute brunette. You moron, what on earth did you think either of us would want with a bloody baseball game?"
"I don't know. Maybe you're a closet Reds fan."
"Bite your goddamn tongue." Ross began flicking beansprouts at Stephen. "I don't think so. I've never been to a fucking Reds game in my life and I don't intend to start now."
"We could go to the Met." Allanna suggested.
"We'd lose you in among the paintings, babe." Stephen grinned. "I'm worried for your safety."
Allanna sighed, burying her face in her hands. This promised to be a long afternoon.
non_plot challenge is 'The Lie'. And surprisingly enough this piece (which is reasonably short and brought to you by Allanna, Stephen and Ross) contains only one lie. If you're bored enough, try to find it. :-D"Didn't you say one of your friends was meeting us here?" Allanna asked curiously.
"He'll be along." Ross replied easily with a shrug. "He's probably met some woman along the way. I taught him everything I know, after all."
Allanna sighed, skimming the menu with a thoughtful expression on her face. She loved Ross very much - not in the way he wanted, of course, but she did love him very much regardless - but he was exhausting to deal with. Overwhelming. Kind of like a tornado or an earthquake. Ross plus one of Ross's friends - especially someone that Ross had supposedly taught everything he knew - promised to make for a very tiring lunch.
"So, my adorable little piece of angel food cake, what did you want to order?" Ross tipped his chair back indolently.
"Get your feet off the table." Allanna sighed. "Were you born in a barn?"
"Well, people have been known to call me their lord and saviour."
"Ross..."
"You don't love me anymore." He pouted. Fortunately he pouted and took his feet off the table, but continued leaning back in his chair.
The door of the little Thai place swung open and a young man came up to their table. He had short dirty blonde hair with bangs that fell into his eyes, small round glasses, faded bellbottom jeans and a black t-shirt that read 'hell is other people'. He winked at Allanna and jerked the back of Ross's chair.
Ross neatly folded up on the floor, spluttering. "Stephen, you ass." He got to his feet, stretching, and clapped Stephen on the shoulder roughly. "Sit down."
Stephen complied, sitting beside Allanna and patting her hand with a sly smile. "Stephen MacFarlane. Please, please tell me you're not dating this joker, it'll completely destroy my sense of right and wrong and I'll have to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge."
"I'm not, no." she chuckled in spite of herself.
"Wonderful. What are you doing tonight at seven?"
"Oh no you don't." Ross smacked Stephen in the side of the head. "She's too good for you. Especially if she won't sleep with me."
"Are we going to eat, children?" Allanna rolled her eyes again.
"Of course. Try the pad thai. What did you want, Stephen?"
Stephen shrugged. "That sounds fine. With shrimp."
A short, dark haired woman came by with a pad of paper, and Ross ordered glibly in Vietnamese. "So, Stephen, this is Allanna Daes'faekryzkn. Allanna, darling, this is Stephen MacFarlane. My chief lackey and bottle washer."
Stephen looked pained, flicking his hair out of his eyes. "I am not his lackey. I have many better things to do with my time. Like physics labs and drinking beer and cute little geophysics majors that get drunk off of three vodka martinis and start taking their shirts off." He leaned across the table. "Did I tell you about the party I went to the other night?"
"No, which was a serious oversight of yours. Spill."
"Well," Stephen grinned wolfishly, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. "The last thing I remember was waking up at three a.m beside Hamilton underneath three empty bottles of Smirnoff and an adorable brunette that was cute enough to put in your pocket. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Or at least Midtown Manhattan."
"When I was at MIT," Ross chuckled, "my roommate and I left a trail of Godiva truffles through Random Hall from the common room to our room. You have no idea how effective it was. Except for one very confused aeronautics major named Tim, we had a great thing going."
"Ever worked your way through a womens' crew team?"
"No, but I did have an interesting time with a very flexible Canadian girl in an oak tree." Ross gratefully accepted the steaming bowl of noodles with a nod. "Cam on nhieu." He began picking out beansprouts with his long wooden chopsticks, flicking them into Allanna's bowl.
"You are so picky." Allanna shook her head disapprovingly.
"I know, but you love me anyway."
"So what are we doing this afternoon?" she interrupted, hoping that they had finished their tales of debauchery.
"I don't know. Stephen?"
Stephen shrugged, slurping up the hot rice noodles. "Mmm. I don't know, we could go to a baseball game. I hear the Reds are playing the Mets."
"Oh, there's an idea." Ross replied sarcastically. "I'd rather have the cute brunette. You moron, what on earth did you think either of us would want with a bloody baseball game?"
"I don't know. Maybe you're a closet Reds fan."
"Bite your goddamn tongue." Ross began flicking beansprouts at Stephen. "I don't think so. I've never been to a fucking Reds game in my life and I don't intend to start now."
"We could go to the Met." Allanna suggested.
"We'd lose you in among the paintings, babe." Stephen grinned. "I'm worried for your safety."
Allanna sighed, burying her face in her hands. This promised to be a long afternoon.