Oh, that ice cream suit...
Sunday, July 26th, 2015 07:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serai.
Came across this bit of silly while cleaning out my old LJ reply emails. It was a comment Tig posted as a reply to a crossover challenge: Miami Vice and They Might Be Giants.
Really. What were these people thinking?
Regardless, this is the ficlet I came up with. Enjoy, LOLOL.
If anyone can come up with a title for this, I'd love to hear it.
"Fuck!"
That didn't sound like a compliment. Ric raised his head. "What is it now?"
"This isn't gonna work, Tubbs." Sonny scrubbed his face with his hands, making a scratchy sound against his perpetual five-o-clock shadow.
"Why not?" What the fuck, white boy always had some kinda problem.
"Look, I appreciate the offer, but... You got some weird-ass taste in music, my friend." Crockett grabbed a pillow and threw it at the stereo. "I mean, I'm all for the occasional kink, but hearing over and over again how I'm gettin' older every minute isn't exactly conducive, if you catch my drift."
Ricardo rolled his eyes, sat up and stretched his jaw muscles. Sonny wasn't exactly quick. "So what instead?"
Crockett got up. "Nah, out of time. Deal's going down in twenty and we gotta be there." He pulled on his pants and reached for his cigarettes...
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Came across this bit of silly while cleaning out my old LJ reply emails. It was a comment Tig posted as a reply to a crossover challenge: Miami Vice and They Might Be Giants.
Really. What were these people thinking?
Regardless, this is the ficlet I came up with. Enjoy, LOLOL.
If anyone can come up with a title for this, I'd love to hear it.
"Fuck!"
That didn't sound like a compliment. Ric raised his head. "What is it now?"
"This isn't gonna work, Tubbs." Sonny scrubbed his face with his hands, making a scratchy sound against his perpetual five-o-clock shadow.
"Why not?" What the fuck, white boy always had some kinda problem.
"Look, I appreciate the offer, but... You got some weird-ass taste in music, my friend." Crockett grabbed a pillow and threw it at the stereo. "I mean, I'm all for the occasional kink, but hearing over and over again how I'm gettin' older every minute isn't exactly conducive, if you catch my drift."
Ricardo rolled his eyes, sat up and stretched his jaw muscles. Sonny wasn't exactly quick. "So what instead?"
Crockett got up. "Nah, out of time. Deal's going down in twenty and we gotta be there." He pulled on his pants and reached for his cigarettes...
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Date: Saturday, August 1st, 2015 11:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, August 8th, 2015 10:17 pm (UTC)I went back and looked, and the prompt actually came from a fanfic idea generator. Right now, I'm being amused by its suggestion of for a crossover fic: Office Space and The Matrix, with "designing a website" as a plot device". HA.