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[pensnest]

Oh, what the hell, there's a Fire prompt in my fanfic100 table.



"It wasn't like that at all! Look, I was not enamoured, they just handed me this thing—“

—can't—breathe—

"— and someone said smile so I backed up a little because, not exactly the right image, y’know—"

—gonna—die—

"—and how was I supposed to remember they had candles all over the store, who the fuck needs *lighted* candles in a sex shop anyway, and my coat caught on fire—"

—on fiyah!—

Lance sighed. On the phone, his bandmate’s shrieks continued.

“But,” he added, brightening, “they gave me a free Lancelot.”



Dear, dear Lance. I'm so glad you exist. Nobody could have invented you.

Comments

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

*gigglesnort*

Oh man! Wouldn't you just want to be a fly on the wall for that conversation? Like really? Ahahahahahahhahaha

Because you KNOW they will never let him live it down. Poor guy.

[pensnest]

I just have visions of Chris laughing so hard he can't *walk*. I mean, this is still going to be funny when he's ninety.

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

I think out of all of them, Chris would get the most mileage out of it. ahahahahaha!

[blueboxers.livejournal.com]

Oh my g... Where did you get that picture for your icon? Please tell me! I so want it full sized... wait that came out more naughty than I wanted it to...

Wait is that a picture of Lance holding a bottle of alcohol and replaced with the object of his... well you know.

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

*snickers*

Yes.

joeysdramaqueen manipped it. Doesn't it kick ass???

[blueboxers.livejournal.com]

Yes it does. lol