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aldersprigFor the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "4) prompt: one for the road"
Stranded World, Autumn. Landing page here and on LJ.
“…roll your leg over, roll your leg over. Roll your leg over, it’s better… that… way.”
The pub sing had gone from bawdy to maudlin and now had settled back into a maudlin sort of bawdy, the last of them shutting down the bar with increasingly silly lyrics, remembered or made up on the spot, to an old favorite.
“If all the young ladies were big wooden stairs,” belted out Tiny Janice. The tourists were gone, and even most of the regulars. By tomorrow, the Shire would be an empty cluster of wooden pavilions, its denizens scattered to the four winds. “They’d go up mine, and I’d go up theirs.” A transient fellowship, they laughed like old friends with strangers they might never see again.
“One for the road?” The barkeep Autumn only knew as Boots had been a fixture of this Faire for so long, some people claimed he was actually part of the Crowing Cock Rooster. He knew by now how she got at leave takings, however many she saw.
“If all the young girls were like trees in the forest,” started a burly man. “And I were a woodsman, I'd split their…”
“Moorehest!” the crowd complained ritually.
Autumn tapped her glass. “Not leaving ‘till tomorrow, I can take a double.”
“Only if you can walk back to your van on your own,” Boots warned her. “Not carrying you again.”
She grinned insouciantly and stood, looking around the crowd. There was this Rennie, what they called a playtron, with stunning blue eyes and a smattering of freckles. She caught his eye as she raised her voice, passably on tune.
“If a certain young laddie would walk to m’van…” She had to raise her voice over the whooping for the second half. “I’d give 'im a hand if he’d give me a hand.”
“And who says I meant a drink for the road?” Boots murmured under the catcalls.
Roll Your Leg Over lyrics used here came from: http://www.slycreations.com/roll_your_leg_over.html
The List:
1a) the story starts with the words "It's going down." (LJ Link)
1b) the story starts with the words "It's going down." (LJ Link)
2) write a scene that takes place in a train station.
3) the story must involve a goblet and a set of three [somethings]
4) prompt: one for the road
Stranded World, Autumn. Landing page here and on LJ.
“…roll your leg over, roll your leg over. Roll your leg over, it’s better… that… way.”
The pub sing had gone from bawdy to maudlin and now had settled back into a maudlin sort of bawdy, the last of them shutting down the bar with increasingly silly lyrics, remembered or made up on the spot, to an old favorite.
“If all the young ladies were big wooden stairs,” belted out Tiny Janice. The tourists were gone, and even most of the regulars. By tomorrow, the Shire would be an empty cluster of wooden pavilions, its denizens scattered to the four winds. “They’d go up mine, and I’d go up theirs.” A transient fellowship, they laughed like old friends with strangers they might never see again.
“One for the road?” The barkeep Autumn only knew as Boots had been a fixture of this Faire for so long, some people claimed he was actually part of the Crowing Cock Rooster. He knew by now how she got at leave takings, however many she saw.
“If all the young girls were like trees in the forest,” started a burly man. “And I were a woodsman, I'd split their…”
“Moorehest!” the crowd complained ritually.
Autumn tapped her glass. “Not leaving ‘till tomorrow, I can take a double.”
“Only if you can walk back to your van on your own,” Boots warned her. “Not carrying you again.”
She grinned insouciantly and stood, looking around the crowd. There was this Rennie, what they called a playtron, with stunning blue eyes and a smattering of freckles. She caught his eye as she raised her voice, passably on tune.
“If a certain young laddie would walk to m’van…” She had to raise her voice over the whooping for the second half. “I’d give 'im a hand if he’d give me a hand.”
“And who says I meant a drink for the road?” Boots murmured under the catcalls.
Roll Your Leg Over lyrics used here came from: http://www.slycreations.com/roll_your_leg_over.html
The List:
1a) the story starts with the words "It's going down." (LJ Link)
1b) the story starts with the words "It's going down." (LJ Link)
2) write a scene that takes place in a train station.
3) the story must involve a goblet and a set of three [somethings]
4) prompt: one for the road
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Date: 2011-07-30 02:33 am (UTC)And I like Autumn.
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Date: 2011-07-30 02:35 am (UTC)