Let's play a game.

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Ok, so I know there are a bunch of writers on my f-list.  I also know I can't be the only one with throwaway snippets or sentences that either never made it into a story or maybe just got cut from one and consequently are just sitting in limbo on a hard drive somewhere.   So if you have some, come on in and post them as a comments.  It might be fun.  If you're feeling shy, post anonymously. 

I'll start.  Below the cut is a silly little snippet of dialog that's been sitting in my Google Docs folder since January.  Feel free to point and snicker; it's pretty bad.  *g*

"Where is your line now, Booth?"

"In my pants, apparently," he muttered under his breath.

"What?"

"Never mind, Bones.  Never mind."

"Alcohol has a depressant effect on the central nervous system.  It can cause erectile dysfunction and impede ejac--"

He slapped his hand over her mouth.  "All right.  Thanks for your concern, but I'm managing just fine."

She shoved his hand aside.  "Oh?"

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

(Still Oykamu and GG, just posted before I wanted to.)

I peaked at her sneaking my place card to a table of DAR grandmothers when we were nine and gained her grudging respect when she found herself sitting next to me for a scarring four hours. She proposed most of the pranks and I would lie awake at night scheming up plans to top hers. The full extent of her idea would never be revealed, even to me, until the night of the event. She was always one step ahead. The night she kissed me she made it clear it was impossible to keep up. I stood dumbfounded in the parking lot as her warm lips withdrew from mine and her smile slowly crawled up to her eyes and founds its home in the blazing blue depths. I vowed I would commit myself every day to catching up to and keeping up with Lorelai Victoria Gilmore.

I fastened onto the first chink in her facade. She couldn't dance.