I'm working on a bit of Fanfic, and only managed to get more than the
title done up to now, so it looks like I might aftuallt get the damn thing
done something. It'll be a while yet, but I'll let you have this teaser.
"Get in the damn car already, will you?" Commented Jim, tapping his foot
impatiently as he waited fro the Terrible Trio to pile in. "The hockey
game starts in less than 30 minutes."
Lori's face popped up from the back seat, broad tongue licking her muzzle.
"Cool, who's playing, the Rangers? The Red Wings?."
"Neither," growled Jim, "A friend of mine's junior-league team. If you
think that I'd be dumb enough to turn you loose in a crowded stadium, then
you've got another thought comming." Then quieter, "And I hope to god you
use it..."
Lori's face scrunched up in a real scowl, "Junior league? I don't wanna
watch a bunch of brats falling on thier face."
"Got a choice. Get in the damn car, or stay here. remember, there's
still no electricity after your last stunt."
"It wasn't _MY_ fault!" was Lori's complaint. "Des dumped all that water
on us, and it leaked down, shorting out the fuse box."
Jim just covered his face, grumbling something as Natasha and Onyx piled
into the back seat.
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Ravenwood
AKA: Chris Nefedow
"Woah there, Paulyboy, somebody spilled 1980's all over you."
"Dr. Nesbit, I don't see how removing my shirt is going to help..."
"Tampering in God's domain since 1927!"
"Man, we were kicking so much ass until that Cuthulu prick showed up!"
Received on Wed Jan 16 2002 - 04:34:07 CST