Drabbly Stuff
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non_horationTitle: Meme Drabble
Fandom: Alias
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias, it belongs to JJ Abrams.
Spoilers: None
Pairings: Sydney/Vaughn
Summary: S/V, strawberries
Rating: G
Not putting it behind a cut, because it is that short. :P
“Oh, come on. You look cute.”
“Vaughn. I look ridiculous.”
He laughs. “No, really, you look cute. No idea why more showgirls don’t dress that way.”
“Like a strawberry?” Sydney snorts. “Maybe because it looks stupid. I’m never going to be able to get close to our guy in this thing.”
“That’s not true,” Vaughn protests, helping her fasten the skimpy, strawberry-themed costume, “If I were a sleazy terrorist, I would make a pass at you right now.”
Sydney can’t help smiling as she turns to face him. “You’re so weird.”
He smiles too, giving her a kiss. “Be safe.”
Fandom: Alias
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias, it belongs to JJ Abrams.
Spoilers: None
Pairings: Sydney/Vaughn
Summary: S/V, strawberries
Rating: G
Not putting it behind a cut, because it is that short. :P
“Oh, come on. You look cute.”
“Vaughn. I look ridiculous.”
He laughs. “No, really, you look cute. No idea why more showgirls don’t dress that way.”
“Like a strawberry?” Sydney snorts. “Maybe because it looks stupid. I’m never going to be able to get close to our guy in this thing.”
“That’s not true,” Vaughn protests, helping her fasten the skimpy, strawberry-themed costume, “If I were a sleazy terrorist, I would make a pass at you right now.”
Sydney can’t help smiling as she turns to face him. “You’re so weird.”
He smiles too, giving her a kiss. “Be safe.”
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Date: 2005-10-24 04:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-24 05:05 am (UTC)This is the DRABBLE OF DEATH. :P
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Date: 2005-10-24 06:14 am (UTC)And I didn't challenge you with this fic, so don't get all caps-like with me.