LaLa, lalala, lalalalala
Apr. 19th, 2006 09:12 amMy sister informed me that, despite the warnings, she read one of my stories (probably 'Home Cooking' from 1st April, as sweet and innocent a popslash as ever I wrote). She found it "...interesting!!!" Heh. Fortunately, she is not among the, oh, half-dozen people in the world who will understand this one.
So, where—ah, there it was. Lance crossed to the bed to pick up his missing bag, and then paused. Right there, on the table beside the bed...
He was sure he didn't have one of those in his hotel room.
Lance sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at it. Pretty. Pretty light purple shiny... was that liquid? He ran a fingertip down the glassy length, and inside the lamp, as if in response, a slender scarlet tendril slid upward. Lance smiled. A glowing red bubble split off and rose serenely to the top, floated gently down again. More bubbles rose, bright and perfect. Fat liquid fingers stretched themselves upwards, flowing vivid and sinuous through their amethyst world.
Lance was fascinated. And envious. How come Chris had *this*, and all there was on his own bedside table was a common lampshade on a stick?
He was too entranced to notice when the door opened, but the "Hey!" made him jump and jerk his hand back.
"Don't touch that!" Chris commanded. "Why are you in my room?"
"It, I was just—my bag got put in here by mistake," Lance explained, flushing a little. "Lonnie lent me his key." Chris's hostile stare did not fade. "I'll, um... I'll go back to my room, then."
"Yeah, you should," said Chris, shortly.
"Okay," said Lance, standing up and retrieving his bag. As he made his hasty exit, he thought he heard Chris's voice, high and indignant, saying, "Were you flirting —" before the door closed behind him.
* * *
And now... He didn't care what people said about his shopping habit. So he actually *liked* reading through those catalogues of essential things you'd never known you couldn't do without, the ones Chris sneered at and threw straight in the trash. If Lance hadn't read every page, he'd never have seen...
And now, it was *here*. Lance's fingers almost trembled as he slit open the tape and unfolded the cardboard. Slid the inner box free, opened it, lifted off the thick protective white styrofoam.
Magnificent! The volcanic shape, the glitter drifting within the pale liquid, even the coiled line of flex. It was perfect. It was love at first sight.
He couldn't wait to turn it on.
So, where—ah, there it was. Lance crossed to the bed to pick up his missing bag, and then paused. Right there, on the table beside the bed...
He was sure he didn't have one of those in his hotel room.
Lance sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at it. Pretty. Pretty light purple shiny... was that liquid? He ran a fingertip down the glassy length, and inside the lamp, as if in response, a slender scarlet tendril slid upward. Lance smiled. A glowing red bubble split off and rose serenely to the top, floated gently down again. More bubbles rose, bright and perfect. Fat liquid fingers stretched themselves upwards, flowing vivid and sinuous through their amethyst world.
Lance was fascinated. And envious. How come Chris had *this*, and all there was on his own bedside table was a common lampshade on a stick?
He was too entranced to notice when the door opened, but the "Hey!" made him jump and jerk his hand back.
"Don't touch that!" Chris commanded. "Why are you in my room?"
"It, I was just—my bag got put in here by mistake," Lance explained, flushing a little. "Lonnie lent me his key." Chris's hostile stare did not fade. "I'll, um... I'll go back to my room, then."
"Yeah, you should," said Chris, shortly.
"Okay," said Lance, standing up and retrieving his bag. As he made his hasty exit, he thought he heard Chris's voice, high and indignant, saying, "Were you flirting —" before the door closed behind him.
* * *
And now... He didn't care what people said about his shopping habit. So he actually *liked* reading through those catalogues of essential things you'd never known you couldn't do without, the ones Chris sneered at and threw straight in the trash. If Lance hadn't read every page, he'd never have seen...
And now, it was *here*. Lance's fingers almost trembled as he slit open the tape and unfolded the cardboard. Slid the inner box free, opened it, lifted off the thick protective white styrofoam.
Magnificent! The volcanic shape, the glitter drifting within the pale liquid, even the coiled line of flex. It was perfect. It was love at first sight.
He couldn't wait to turn it on.
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Date: 2006-04-19 08:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 08:48 am (UTC)Though possibly there should be a Warning on such stories.
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Date: 2006-04-19 09:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-04-19 10:32 am (UTC)Yes, Lance does have a lamp, and they're going to be so happy together :D
Also, this line, made his hasty exit, he thought he heard Chris's voice, high and indignant, saying, "Were you flirting — had me laughing so much. Bad Lamp!
The first Lance/Lamp story. What a fine day *g*
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Date: 2006-04-19 11:07 am (UTC)Koff.
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Date: 2006-04-19 12:51 pm (UTC)Oh my... words fail me.
*giggles*
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Date: 2006-04-19 02:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 01:06 pm (UTC)*giggles some more*
*has really bad ideas I shouldn't be having*
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Date: 2006-04-19 02:30 pm (UTC)Oh, do share!
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Date: 2006-04-19 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 02:32 pm (UTC)we can't make a smooshy name
"LaLa" Simple, but perfect.
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Date: 2006-04-19 02:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-04-19 04:47 pm (UTC)La La
You can dress me up diamonds
You can dress me up in dirt
You can throw me like a line-man
I like it better when it hurts
Oh, I have waited here for you
I have waited
You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be a french maid
When I meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up, I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna scream
You can meet me on an aero-plane
Or in the back of the bus
You can throw me like a boomerang
I'll come back and beat you up
Oh, I have waited here for you
Dont, keep me waiting
You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be a french maid
When I meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up, I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be a french maid
When I meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up, I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna scream
I feel safe with you
I can be myself tonight
It's alright, with you
Cuz you hold, my secrets tight
You do, You do
You make me wanna la la, la la la, la la, la la la la la la la la la
You make me wana la la, la la la la
You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be a french maid
When I meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up, I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be a french maid
When I meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up, I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna scream
You make me wanna la la, la la la, la la, la la la la la la la la la
(repeated over and over and over and over)
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Date: 2006-04-19 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 04:30 pm (UTC)*falls over laughing*
LaLa!!!
That's . . . priceless!!!!
*squeaks*
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Date: 2006-04-19 05:13 pm (UTC)LaLa - love the name too. Inspired!
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Date: 2006-04-19 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 08:02 pm (UTC)Heh.
BTW,
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Date: 2006-04-20 12:11 pm (UTC)PS I saw Lamp today! He was half-hidden behind the curtain in someone's bedroom window, clearly spying on me as I walked past!! I'm never going by that house again, what if he lurks behind the corner and attacks me next time!!!
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Date: 2006-04-20 04:24 pm (UTC)At least, I think... um.
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Date: 2006-04-20 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-20 07:44 pm (UTC)I saw him today too! He was sitting in the one shop I went to today, and he had multiplied!
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Date: 2006-04-19 08:09 pm (UTC)*dies laughing*
It was love at first sight.
That I don't doubt one teeny tiny little bit.
;)
LOL!
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Date: 2006-04-19 09:49 pm (UTC)Oh my God, I seriously laughed for at least a whole minute here. You know, I think I might have judged Lamp wrong. All this time I thought that he was rather attached to Chris, and Chris was the one who was looking for other options. And now he's flirting with Lance! Tsk tsk.
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Date: 2006-04-20 12:29 am (UTC)Thee, and me, and
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Date: 2006-04-20 04:05 am (UTC)*turns purple and asphyxiates laughing*
Someone *koffJCkoff* needs to randomly decide to buy a lava lamp "Because they're cool and retro and stuff!" and then... ..be utterly, utterly disturbed by it and foists it off on
Justinsomeone else... ..who may not be as immune to its charms...wait, is that torrid romance or horror? I've totally list track of the cracked!genre, at this point...
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Date: 2006-04-20 08:19 am (UTC)Story ideas?!!? No!!! Unfair!
Although, it sounds like something that'd be fun to *read*, koff!
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Date: 2006-04-26 07:08 pm (UTC)I got a little carried away, and it got too long for a comment. So it's over here.
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Date: 2006-04-27 03:59 am (UTC)How fun is THAT? Heeeeee.