Let's play a game.

[only_more_love]

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?"

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[tempertemper77.livejournal.com]

Ooh, great game. I have a folder full of dialogue, as that is how stuff so often comes with me. (Actually I have to thank you as having looked in there now I've found some great bits for the next chapter of Saving My Face!) This bit is set early on in their partnership, but I've never gotten around to writing anything for then... it's un-rewritten a million times (unlike anything I actually post) :)

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“Aw come on Bones-“

“Don’t call me Bones.”

Booth huffed. “Brennan. I hate these gloves. Don’t make me wear them.”

“Somehow, I think it would be difficult to get you to do anything you didn’t want to do.”

Booth grinned. “Thanks.”

“I’m not sure that was a compliment. Wear the gloves.”

“Nope.”

Brennan sighed. “If this is the usual attitude within the FBI it certainly goes a long way to explaining why I receive so many contaminated remains.”

“Hey, I’ve done my training yeah? We all did our forensic science course back at Quantico.”

Brennan held her hands out, latex covered palms up. “So you know the reasons you should wear the gloves, yet you still won’t.”

“Got it in one.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“I aim to please.”