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Actually the purpose of this post is to share a most amusing link that was posted on one of my mailing lists.

10 Steps to Successful Flaming

Silver deserves a medal.
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Random Drive-By Ficcing

Okay, I was reading Joie Lee's comments, and then she mentioned Justin waxing his... lines, and I suddenly had this (unrelated) story in my head. Wherein Justin is sure he's straight, because of course young brokenhearted musical heartthrobs of the millenium are usually straight, plus he plans on having kids. And JC's not, only he sure seems happy and rather in love with Tara. Which, unaccountably, amuses Chris to no end but puts the fear of... something into Justin.
And, there are bagels. And Lance is cranky as hell, because Chris IS straight, for non-self-deluding reasons. And Joey also is in love, but nobody really knows with what. Except Justin, who isn't taking any calls.
It may not all see electrons, but here is the beginning of the whole mess.

The Whole Mess (working title)
by stungunbilly
Prologue


“So,” said Chris. “JC’s in love.”

Justin was trying to eat a bagel with one hand while smearing shaving cream over his chin with the other. He looked up at Chris while breathing and smearing and taking a bite at the same time, and it took awhile to sort out that the stuff in his mouth wasn’t cream cheese. Once he’d rinsed his mouth out, and wiped his face clean with the remnants of the bagel, Chris explained.

“Tara makes him smile a lot. Kind of a bad idea, really, because he could use some bleach on his teeth. Told him not to smoke so much. And then, herbal tea is scary in itself.”

“I don’t know,” said Justin desperately. “She looks kinda, well, I’m sure she’s a wonderful girl and all, but…”

“You think she’s a skank?” and Chris started to laugh. “Yeah, right, sure. Come on, man, she’s crazy about him. She keeps her hands off the other guys, and she actually *laughs* at his jokes. Dude, she doesn’t even interrupt him much. She’s the shit, J.”

“Maybe she just wants his money.” Justin felt mean saying it, but the red burn behind his eyes made him feel kind of vicious. “’Sides, JC is… come on, Chris, he likes people with a little more muscle mass, you know?”

Chris’ eyes could look right through you, when he kept still and focussed them like that. A smile, not altogether friendly, twisted his mobile mouth. Justin squirmed, and looked away, shaking his head helplessly.

“It doesn’t have to be love, just because- You know, I really have to go, Chris.”

It had never before happened that Justin had the last word when it came to Chris Kirkpatrick. He wasn’t surprised to hear, as he left the house, a high sweet voice singing after him; “when a maaaan loves a wo-man…”

I really love that guy, he reminded himself. And I’m going to write that on his tombstone. In black marker.

~

So. That's, well, that's that. More? Maybe?

Hm.

Oh! Yeah, and Happy Holiday/Christmas/Kwanzaa/New Year's/Eggnog Swilling Pinochle Day to All Y'all.