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rivers_bend at 10:24pm on 04/06/2006 under original fiction
rivers_bend at 10:24pm on 04/06/2006 under original fictionTitle: Bus Stop
Author: river
Original fiction
Dialogue only
Prompt: overheard snippet of conversation.
“In my relationship right now I get to be the moody one. Which is a good thing considering my relationship right now.”
“What’s wrong with it? I thought you were Ms. Happy.”
“Oh yeah, when the sex was great, but puhleeze! It’s been like six days.”
“Six days? And you complain? Try seven, no eight, weeks!”
“My god, she’d be so dumped.”
“Come on, I’m gonna ditch a seven year relationship over eight weeks without sex?”
“It’s the why I’d want to get to the bottom of if I were you.”
“I’m thinking it’s the new job and her dad being in the hospital… Why? Have you heard something?”
“God no. Don’t you think I’d have told you if I did?”
“I don’t know, I never know with you. I sometimes think you get a perverse pleasure out of seeing the rest of us miserable.”
“Exactly! How do I get to see you miserable if I keep these things to myself?”
“Ok, point taken. No, I’m sure she’s just tired with everything.”
“If you say so, but seriously, I’d get on that. You need sex, girl.”
“So anyway, back to you. When has it ever been six days and how’d you let it get this far?”
“Well, I like her. I really do. For a start she lets me be the moody one.”
“Suits you down to the ground I expect. You never did have much tolerance for the drama queens of the world.”
“Hey, I know me is all. The limelight is mine, mine, mine!”
“Not with those damn seagulls again.”
“Finding Nemo is great. You just don’t’ appreciate the finer things in life.”
“Oh yes, that’s it. Exactly.”
“So, back to me. She’s great. I mean, she can cook, she actually likes housework, she works for a living, and up until last weekend she wanted to have sex every day.”
“Ok. So it’s not me who should be wondering ‘why’. It’s you who is wondering why.”
“Well, if you’re going to put it like that… And have you heard anything I should know about?”
“You know me, I never hear anything.”
“You mean you never say anything. I’m just saying because I always know with you and you would never tell me if you had.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you don’t like to start anything that might get ugly.”
“Ok, but who in their right mind does?”
“Are you saying I’m not in my right mind?”
“I’m not saying anything at all.”
“Is this bus ever coming?”
“It’s your fault we missed the last one. I’ve never met a dyke so concerned with finding the right hand bag.”
“Hey. Accessories are important.”
“So is being on time for work, but hey, ho, that doesn’t seem to bother you.”
“We’re always early. Five minutes late today isn’t going to kill anyone.”
“True. Barring any fashion emergencies of course.”
“Yeah, those. Don’t usually lead to actual blood shed.”
“Well, not on Haight anyway. They’re too stoned to get that riled up.”
“There were those tweakers that one time.”
“Oh god yeah. I forgot about that. What was up with that shirt? It wasn’t like we didn’t have about twenty more the same.”
“Tweakers. I’d rather have stoners any day.”
“Who wouldn’t?”
“Good point.”
“So you never said when the bus was coming.”
“Sorry… Um… About seven minutes?”
“Fuck. Or not. God. Six days.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“Seriously girl, I mean it. I don’t care if her dad’s in the hospital…”
“What? I’m supposed to hold her down?”
“Hey baby, whatever works for you.”
“Cute.”
“I’m just saying…”
“That shut up thing? Remember that?”
“What. Ever.”
“Here it comes. Look at that. It’s early.”
“We may be on time yet.”
“Tweakers and stoners in need of used clothes. Here we come.”
Author: river
Original fiction
Dialogue only
Prompt: overheard snippet of conversation.
“In my relationship right now I get to be the moody one. Which is a good thing considering my relationship right now.”
“What’s wrong with it? I thought you were Ms. Happy.”
“Oh yeah, when the sex was great, but puhleeze! It’s been like six days.”
“Six days? And you complain? Try seven, no eight, weeks!”
“My god, she’d be so dumped.”
“Come on, I’m gonna ditch a seven year relationship over eight weeks without sex?”
“It’s the why I’d want to get to the bottom of if I were you.”
“I’m thinking it’s the new job and her dad being in the hospital… Why? Have you heard something?”
“God no. Don’t you think I’d have told you if I did?”
“I don’t know, I never know with you. I sometimes think you get a perverse pleasure out of seeing the rest of us miserable.”
“Exactly! How do I get to see you miserable if I keep these things to myself?”
“Ok, point taken. No, I’m sure she’s just tired with everything.”
“If you say so, but seriously, I’d get on that. You need sex, girl.”
“So anyway, back to you. When has it ever been six days and how’d you let it get this far?”
“Well, I like her. I really do. For a start she lets me be the moody one.”
“Suits you down to the ground I expect. You never did have much tolerance for the drama queens of the world.”
“Hey, I know me is all. The limelight is mine, mine, mine!”
“Not with those damn seagulls again.”
“Finding Nemo is great. You just don’t’ appreciate the finer things in life.”
“Oh yes, that’s it. Exactly.”
“So, back to me. She’s great. I mean, she can cook, she actually likes housework, she works for a living, and up until last weekend she wanted to have sex every day.”
“Ok. So it’s not me who should be wondering ‘why’. It’s you who is wondering why.”
“Well, if you’re going to put it like that… And have you heard anything I should know about?”
“You know me, I never hear anything.”
“You mean you never say anything. I’m just saying because I always know with you and you would never tell me if you had.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you don’t like to start anything that might get ugly.”
“Ok, but who in their right mind does?”
“Are you saying I’m not in my right mind?”
“I’m not saying anything at all.”
“Is this bus ever coming?”
“It’s your fault we missed the last one. I’ve never met a dyke so concerned with finding the right hand bag.”
“Hey. Accessories are important.”
“So is being on time for work, but hey, ho, that doesn’t seem to bother you.”
“We’re always early. Five minutes late today isn’t going to kill anyone.”
“True. Barring any fashion emergencies of course.”
“Yeah, those. Don’t usually lead to actual blood shed.”
“Well, not on Haight anyway. They’re too stoned to get that riled up.”
“There were those tweakers that one time.”
“Oh god yeah. I forgot about that. What was up with that shirt? It wasn’t like we didn’t have about twenty more the same.”
“Tweakers. I’d rather have stoners any day.”
“Who wouldn’t?”
“Good point.”
“So you never said when the bus was coming.”
“Sorry… Um… About seven minutes?”
“Fuck. Or not. God. Six days.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“Seriously girl, I mean it. I don’t care if her dad’s in the hospital…”
“What? I’m supposed to hold her down?”
“Hey baby, whatever works for you.”
“Cute.”
“I’m just saying…”
“That shut up thing? Remember that?”
“What. Ever.”
“Here it comes. Look at that. It’s early.”
“We may be on time yet.”
“Tweakers and stoners in need of used clothes. Here we come.”
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Which was the original overheard bit?
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Also, please write a story about writing a story in a gay karaoke bar in San Francisco. :-D
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Glad you liked it, and thank you so much for commenting *grins*
I spent so many years trying to be a 'proper' dyke and not carry a handbag at all. I was so glad when I decided to just cave and be girly - so I had to get handbags in somehow ;)
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Boring.*eyeroll*I friended you on the basis of your yummy House obsession, I hope you don't mind....
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Oh, when one went to UCSC in the early 90's one had chapter and verse on what constituted an 'improper' dyke. *sigh*
I'm not good with sensible handbags really. I have big for work and small for going out shopping in town and medium for when I don't want to be without my journal. Pink and green, variously. If they clash with what I'm wearing... meh! *is very grateful I don't have any job interviews coming up*
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“I’m thinking it’s the new job and her dad being in the hospital… Why? Have you heard something?”
“God no. Don’t you think I’d have told you if I did?”
“I don’t know, I never know with you. I sometimes think you get a perverse pleasure out of seeing the rest of us miserable.”
“Exactly! How do I get to see you miserable if I keep these things to myself?”
HEE! And of course, I love the Haight reference as well that sets it in the city. I take it this is what you wrote when you were visiting with
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And there was plenty of suitable "conflict," nevermind what your co-students said ... ::eyeroll::