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[in_the_blue]

Keep a poor girl from smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo getting bored?

First eight people who comment with a prompt, I'll write you a ficlet. You know my interests and fandoms, so have at it.

Edited to add: YOU PEOPLE HAVE LOST ON THE BRAIN! Don't let the number of comments fool you. I have room for more.

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[ashavah]

Since I don't have Lost on the brain, how about something about Gren and Julia on Callisto? ♥

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"Do you have a name for that last one?"

She was so beautiful, sitting there on the corner bar stool, that it almost took the breath right out of his throat. Even though women weren't his style, he hadn't seen a real one in a long time and he'd forgotten just how delicate and curved and soft they could be. Men -- even men that looked like women or pretended to be women or changed into women -- were a different commodity entirely. He could always tell. It was the throat and hands that could never be completely hidden.

This one was all female.

"I call it Goodnight, Julia. Do you know the tune?" Now that was idle bar chatter; he'd lifted the melody from a little music box a friend gave him on the desert planet Titan while they were both stationed there during the war. The only name he'd been given for the melody was Julia, but he added the Goodnight when he got here and started playing it all the time. It naturally gravitated to the end of the set and anyone who was a regular at the Rester House knew it signaled closing time by now.

Lifting a cigarette to her lips, he thought, was designed to hide the very tight grin on her face. "You might think it's all coincidence, but my name is Julia."

Quick to the nearest matchbook, he lit one and held it up for her cigarette. "Wow. That is a coincidence. Does it mean you know my song?"

Julia took in a long breath of cigarette, exhaled it away, and looked at him levelly. "I do know the song. Where did you learn it?"

"From a little bronze wind-up music box." Now he studied her with a more direct and pointed curiosity than he would any other female who'd just happened to stray into his bar. "I'm betting you could have guessed that, right?"

One eyebrow raised, Julia held up one hand, thumb and forefinger about two inches apart. "About so big, very simple? Just the handle and the box. It used to belong to me." Now she leaned forward on one elbow. "Will you tell me how and where you learned the song?"

All eyes, he knew, were on them. A woman at this place was such a rarity and the men who'd stumbled on the place and stayed for whatever reason had a healthy appetite for female flesh, he knew that much. "It's a story. What do you say you and I go somewhere a little more private? I'm not so sure I want to talk about it here."

Julia already had her feet on the ground and her belongings in her pockets; she nodded to the door. "I never caught your name."

"It's Gren."

No real flicker of recognition showed on her face, but maybe she was just really good at poker; he didn't know and it didn't matter. At her behest he led the way, and there was something intriguing and dangerous about the anticipation welling in his stomach. The evening had a lot of promise, and not the kind the other men in the bar were hoping for.

From either of them.

[ashavah]

This is just amazing. I've always loved the way you and lostinapapercup play the dynamic between these two, and you've got everything I love about them here: the quiet sensuality, the humour, the intense sadness that's so much a part of both of them. All the details in the description and the observation are both just gorgeous.

♥ Thank you!

[in-the-blue.livejournal.com]

My extreme pleasure! Any excuse to write anything Bebop is a good excuse in my book!