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dramaturgy) wrote2002-11-03 12:35 am
dramaturgy) wrote2002-11-03 12:35 am
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Read Snow White, Harry Potter Style. You know you want to. Stories with sentences like, "No matter how mighty Voldemort was, he was unable to bear children, so he hated Princess Harry with all his heart" are just too good to pass up.
And,
Pretending to scratch his cheek, he spoke to the mouthpiece inside of his cuff. "What's the word, Rook? Do we see him yet?"
A crackling in the ear piece, and then speaking, a voice with an English accent answered, "That's a negative, Knight. No sight of… wait, I see him."
"Where?" James asked. His dark eyes darted from one side of the room to the other, the tuxedos and dresses blurring together and making his eyes cross.
"Bar… he's standing next to Vixen," Rook answered. James casually cast his gaze to the bar that was along one wall. Eleanor was perched on a stool with a mai tai in one hand. She was smiling charmingly, pretending to be interested in what that slimeball -- Dr. McCausland to the rest of the world -- had to saw. His jaw tightened when he saw the doctor's hand rest on Eleanor's thigh. She politely smiled and removed his hand. To anyone else, it would have looked like the polite gesture of a woman who didn't want a man's hand on her leg. But James knew better -- she was packing heat.
His jaw tightened when he saw the other hand begin to stroke her upper arm softly while they continued talking. He shifted his weight. "Relax, Knight, Vixen knows what she's doing."
And,
Pretending to scratch his cheek, he spoke to the mouthpiece inside of his cuff. "What's the word, Rook? Do we see him yet?"
A crackling in the ear piece, and then speaking, a voice with an English accent answered, "That's a negative, Knight. No sight of… wait, I see him."
"Where?" James asked. His dark eyes darted from one side of the room to the other, the tuxedos and dresses blurring together and making his eyes cross.
"Bar… he's standing next to Vixen," Rook answered. James casually cast his gaze to the bar that was along one wall. Eleanor was perched on a stool with a mai tai in one hand. She was smiling charmingly, pretending to be interested in what that slimeball -- Dr. McCausland to the rest of the world -- had to saw. His jaw tightened when he saw the doctor's hand rest on Eleanor's thigh. She politely smiled and removed his hand. To anyone else, it would have looked like the polite gesture of a woman who didn't want a man's hand on her leg. But James knew better -- she was packing heat.
His jaw tightened when he saw the other hand begin to stroke her upper arm softly while they continued talking. He shifted his weight. "Relax, Knight, Vixen knows what she's doing."