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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[greenovalfruit.livejournal.com]

Oooh!

I wrote a Tracey/Alex AU teen L&O crossover a couple of years ago (I know, right? It's despicable. But I just couldn't get the image of Alex dancing to "Another Brick in the Wall" in a school uniform out of my head...) and I made a half hearted attempt at a sequel (not so much a sequel as chapter 1 because the other fic was an INCREDIBLY long prologue, which included some of Tracey's childhood for character development and then an introduction of the school setting and some major players and THEN meeting Alex. And then the dancing.) and this si how far I got before I just went "Blah."

But I don't hate it.

“Bella, this is neither fair nor funny.” Tracey scowled across the green surface of the table at her smug companion who was absent mindedly rolling a white plastic ball in her hand. The irritated brunette coughed loudly and gave her shoulder a significant look. Bella laughed and shrugged innocently.

“Hey, you said you could beat me with both hands tied behind your back. It’s not my fault you can’t follow through.” She flipped her black hair idly and began to bounce the ball on the hard surface. It made a hollow pak sound as it connected with the table. Tracey groaned loudly in frustration and tried to pull her hands free of the extension cord that bound them together. Bella’s knots held fast.

“Look, this was funny 5 minutes ago but this is ridiculous.” She pulled at her bonds again, sighing. “Since when were you a Girl Scout?” Bella grinned and dropped the plastic ball from above her head so it bounced several times on the table before she caught it again.

“Never ever, ever. But my brother got a stamp or a badge or a patch in the Cubs for his knots and he taught me a thing or two. Not completely useless.” Bella bent low over the table, ostensibly checking the alignment of the net, but Tracey knew she was just playing coy.

“Come on, Belle. Let me out of this. I’ll play a serious game with you, ok? And you can kick my ass to your heart’s content.” Her tall friend pretended to ponder the plea before grinning and bouncing around the table to undo Tracey’s bonds. She rubbed at her wrists while Bella wound up the extension cord and threw it to the wall, giving her friend a very nettled look which was ignored completely in favour of retrieving the bats from under the table.