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I feel like writing, but I don't know about what. So, random scenies.


This one's RENT fanfic. Kinda sorta. R-rated language, but nothing else.

Mark sat down with a clatter at the cafeteria table. He aimed his camera at the huddled lump on the other side of the table. "Smile!"

"F'ckoff," said a muffled voice.

Mark rolled his eyes and put down the camera. He leaned across the table and began to inch out the sketchbook that the figure was lying on. Hands emerged. One clamped itself around his wrist as the other possesively drew the book back under the curtain of hair. The curtain lifted as a head came up. Mark pried at the fingers wrapped around his wrist. "Geez, Channing, have some coffee."

Channing sat up, pushing black hair behind her ear. Mark looked at her closely. "You having a boy or a girl day?"

"Girl." She clapped her sketchbook shut and leaned on the cover.

"Come on, let me see your sketchbook. Please?"

"Only if you'll sleep with me."

"Screw you."

"Yes, that's the general idea."

Mark grinned. "Why so grumpy?"

Channing shook her head. "Hangover. I went out dancing last night. . . ."

Mark sighed and put a hand over hers. "How much of what."

Channing looked down at the table. "A coupla joints and a coupla lines." Mark shook his head and rubbed her hand. He knew full well that Channing would tell him more if he was just quiet. He was right. She glanced up into his eyes. "And a guy. . . We went back to my place. . . He was gone in the morning." She shuddered and withdrew her hand. "I hate waking up cold when I went to sleep with a warm body next to me."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Not really."

I am now too distracted by other stuff. Perhaps I'll return to this. Perhaps not. It's more of a character sketch than anything. Enjoy.