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muses_w_remotes: 6.1. Toy Story
Tuesday, 14 October 2008 07:21 pm
6.1. "What, did you take Stupid Pills this morning?"
| Toy Story
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drcampbell & pullmysteth
[Set Friday, 10th October]
“And I don’t care how horny I am, you and your willy are coming nowhere near me for a week, Lachlan Campbell!” Tara’s knuckles were white as she gripped the steering wheel. A deep scowl was set in her fine features as she watched the road ahead. At least he wasn’t reeking of booze and pot anymore, which is more than she could say for him the evening before when her father dragged him home from Riley's singing ‘Angels’ by Robbie Williams at the top of his drunken lungs.
Riley wondered if he would be too obvious if he started to hum to himself. Lachlan was in the front passenger seat, slumped right down and nursing a pretty spectacular hangover. Riley couldn’t exactly remember why he and Lachlan had a drink the night before, so he couldn’t shed any light on why his best mate had decided drinking when he shouldn’t and mixing it with weed was a good idea. He’d gotten a bit drunk himself, but must’ve stopped after one or two and slept it off because he didn’t feel too bad now. Lachlan, on the other hand, wasn’t supposed to drink at all on the strong pain meds he was on and was now more than paying for it. Riley saw Lachlan drop his head against the window but remained silent as his wife issued her punishment. The thing was, Tara was still completely in the dark about her pending surprise birthday party in New York and was under the delusion they were just dropping Riley off in New York for a therapy session, then returning to Princeton that afternoon. But Riley was just a decoy and had no therapy session. Lachlan had booked he and his wife in for two nights at The Plaza to spoil her, so they weren’t going back to Princeton at all. Still, he couldn’t protest the sex ban without giving away his whole secret. He was now facing some very fancy footwork to pull it off and there was still a high chance Tara would enforce the ban.
( Tara pulled up at some traffic lights, giving her a chance to glare directly at her husband. “What were you thinking?!” she growled. “You could’ve landed yourself a one-way ticket back in to the ICU with heart failure! A coma could’ve been the lucky option! Are you purposefully trying to stress me out? I don’t need this, Campbell! Next time, picture me shoving the bottle of Scotch up your arse before you put it to your lips because that’s what’s coming if you get drunk again!” )
Word Count | 1,435
| Toy Story
Co-written with
drcampbell & pullmysteth[Set Friday, 10th October]
“And I don’t care how horny I am, you and your willy are coming nowhere near me for a week, Lachlan Campbell!” Tara’s knuckles were white as she gripped the steering wheel. A deep scowl was set in her fine features as she watched the road ahead. At least he wasn’t reeking of booze and pot anymore, which is more than she could say for him the evening before when her father dragged him home from Riley's singing ‘Angels’ by Robbie Williams at the top of his drunken lungs.
Riley wondered if he would be too obvious if he started to hum to himself. Lachlan was in the front passenger seat, slumped right down and nursing a pretty spectacular hangover. Riley couldn’t exactly remember why he and Lachlan had a drink the night before, so he couldn’t shed any light on why his best mate had decided drinking when he shouldn’t and mixing it with weed was a good idea. He’d gotten a bit drunk himself, but must’ve stopped after one or two and slept it off because he didn’t feel too bad now. Lachlan, on the other hand, wasn’t supposed to drink at all on the strong pain meds he was on and was now more than paying for it. Riley saw Lachlan drop his head against the window but remained silent as his wife issued her punishment. The thing was, Tara was still completely in the dark about her pending surprise birthday party in New York and was under the delusion they were just dropping Riley off in New York for a therapy session, then returning to Princeton that afternoon. But Riley was just a decoy and had no therapy session. Lachlan had booked he and his wife in for two nights at The Plaza to spoil her, so they weren’t going back to Princeton at all. Still, he couldn’t protest the sex ban without giving away his whole secret. He was now facing some very fancy footwork to pull it off and there was still a high chance Tara would enforce the ban.
( Tara pulled up at some traffic lights, giving her a chance to glare directly at her husband. “What were you thinking?!” she growled. “You could’ve landed yourself a one-way ticket back in to the ICU with heart failure! A coma could’ve been the lucky option! Are you purposefully trying to stress me out? I don’t need this, Campbell! Next time, picture me shoving the bottle of Scotch up your arse before you put it to your lips because that’s what’s coming if you get drunk again!” )
Word Count | 1,435