My First Drabble
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tthdrabblesTitle: Success
Author: Gidgetgirl (joeygirl2006@yahoo.com)
Rated: PG-13
Pairing:Angel/Isabel
Timeline: Season One of Angel, Post Season two of Roswell
Disclaimer: Joss and Jason Katims own their respective canons
Distribution: Ask and you shall receive.
Author’s Notes: In response to the 04/09/2004 drabble at tthdrabbles ('a slip of the tongue'). My first drabble... using so few words is HARD. I have a new respect for drabblers
Summary: Angel meets Isabel in a diner while he's doing some recon. He's not exactly used to casual conversation.
Isabel Evans walked into the diner, rain-soaked, and wrinkled her nose slightly. Assuring herself that no one was watching, she ran her hand casually over her hair, rearranging the molecular structure to dry it instantly. She glanced around: no open tables, and outside, it was still pouring.
Mesmerized, Angel assessed her: subtle vulnerability, passion, and a deep-seeded need for something, someone hidden underneath the unarguably feminine shell.
Feeling his eyes on her, she sauntered to his table, confident that she could get a free cup of coffee out of his misguided interest.
“Mind if I sit here?”
He nodded. They sat in silence until he made an attempt at small talk. “Where-“
“No.” She held up her hand.. “No talking.”
When her coffee arrived, he looked at her wryly. “A toast?”
“Knock yourself out.”
He’d talked himself into the corner. What in the world was he supposed to toast? Her gaze penetrated him. He lifted his mug, wracking his mind. “To sexcess.”
“Excuse me?”
Small talk was officially evil itself. “Success,” he muttered, looking away.
Isabel, caught between a smirk, a glare, and a smile, rolled her eyes and looked at him over the top of her mug. “To sexcess.”
Author: Gidgetgirl (joeygirl2006@yahoo.com)
Rated: PG-13
Pairing:Angel/Isabel
Timeline: Season One of Angel, Post Season two of Roswell
Disclaimer: Joss and Jason Katims own their respective canons
Distribution: Ask and you shall receive.
Author’s Notes: In response to the 04/09/2004 drabble at tthdrabbles ('a slip of the tongue'). My first drabble... using so few words is HARD. I have a new respect for drabblers
Summary: Angel meets Isabel in a diner while he's doing some recon. He's not exactly used to casual conversation.
Isabel Evans walked into the diner, rain-soaked, and wrinkled her nose slightly. Assuring herself that no one was watching, she ran her hand casually over her hair, rearranging the molecular structure to dry it instantly. She glanced around: no open tables, and outside, it was still pouring.
Mesmerized, Angel assessed her: subtle vulnerability, passion, and a deep-seeded need for something, someone hidden underneath the unarguably feminine shell.
Feeling his eyes on her, she sauntered to his table, confident that she could get a free cup of coffee out of his misguided interest.
“Mind if I sit here?”
He nodded. They sat in silence until he made an attempt at small talk. “Where-“
“No.” She held up her hand.. “No talking.”
When her coffee arrived, he looked at her wryly. “A toast?”
“Knock yourself out.”
He’d talked himself into the corner. What in the world was he supposed to toast? Her gaze penetrated him. He lifted his mug, wracking his mind. “To sexcess.”
“Excuse me?”
Small talk was officially evil itself. “Success,” he muttered, looking away.
Isabel, caught between a smirk, a glare, and a smile, rolled her eyes and looked at him over the top of her mug. “To sexcess.”
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Date: 2004-04-12 03:59 pm (UTC)