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fandomtownies2009-02-16 06:51 pm
shiniernyours.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2009-02-16 06:51 pm
The Gig, Monday
There was a stack of metal remnants in one corner of the forge - handles, screws, broken ends of shears and hammers. Behind that pile was another, this one smaller, and moving and cursing more loudly than the first. Bender had been at the cheap non-alcoholic beer again.
"Argh, who turned on that sun so bright?" he complained as the sunlight crept over him, not halted by shouting or throwing the nearest heavy object within reach.
The Gig was open, and Bender was having a hair of the dog that hadn't bitten him enough the night before.
[*ships Open/OCD-free*]
"Argh, who turned on that sun so bright?" he complained as the sunlight crept over him, not halted by shouting or throwing the nearest heavy object within reach.
The Gig was open, and Bender was having a hair of the dog that hadn't bitten him enough the night before.
[*ships Open/OCD-free*]