iMeme round 2 drabbles (I)
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hesMy own fault for merely adding the drabbles I'd written back into the original post. Bad me!
The song was I'm Too XXXy a mashup of four tunes by Right Said Fred, Proof, DJ Assault, and 20 Fingers. Oh so not work-safe.
I. 169 words
It'd be too much of a cliche to say that watching her walk away in four inch heels was so delicious that Miranda's eyes might have glazed over if it were not for the fact that Emily was still outside. That subtle sway -- inherent to novice efforts at balancing the body over heels that narrowly towered over the landscape. The pair that she had on today were... acceptable; they served to elongate the line of her body, and neatly shifted the emphasis of that blouse into something delightful.
Speaking of Emily, she was a walking incubator of virii and her hushed sniffles were beginning to aggravate.
***
Another evening where Irv was rapidly becoming the cliche of a height-challenged power-monger -- so obvious and blatant -- no sense of subtlety at all. Both women would be leaving alone tonight. One to deal with a drunk and bitter husband, and the other to go home and try to apologize to a boyfriend that was rapidly becoming more boy and less friend.
Intergalactic Human - by DJ Earworm (Beastie Boys (Intergalactic) vs. Daft Punk (Human After All - Sebastian Remix)) - for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
unfortunateggs
I like my sugar with coffee and cream
gotta keep going keep it going full steam
too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean
II. 100 words
If Miranda was the heart of Runway, and Nigel and Emily were the most immediate cogs and wheels; then coffee -- black and steaming hot was the caffeinated oil that kept the whole machinery running. The Starbucks across the street from Elias-Clarke kept a running list of their orders and by the time Andy was recognized as the 'new Emily,' the baristas had already perfected the sequence of beginning the latte even as Andy stepped through the doors. They were often rewarded with a half-smile while Andy was listening to the 'first Emily' rattling off more instructions from Miranda.
Party Kisser - by Divide and Kreate (Katy Perry vs. Bloc Party) - forjinkie420
III. 138 words
It would have been so easy to blame everything upon the seemingly endless stream of drinks that were being pressed into her grasp. Yet that was the cowardly route, and Andy Sachs prided herself on not stepping back from a challenge, and if that meant facing Miranda Priestly first thing in the morning with a throbbing hangover, then she'd take the consequences as they came.
There were not enough prayers in the world to protect her from the acerbic wit and biting comments that Andy was sure to follow that first moment of realization. With a deep breath, she turned over to face a pair of eyes that had left her stuttering and speechless most of the time. For all that she loved and believed in the power of words, Andy realized that this time, her silence was golden.
The song was I'm Too XXXy a mashup of four tunes by Right Said Fred, Proof, DJ Assault, and 20 Fingers. Oh so not work-safe.
I. 169 words
It'd be too much of a cliche to say that watching her walk away in four inch heels was so delicious that Miranda's eyes might have glazed over if it were not for the fact that Emily was still outside. That subtle sway -- inherent to novice efforts at balancing the body over heels that narrowly towered over the landscape. The pair that she had on today were... acceptable; they served to elongate the line of her body, and neatly shifted the emphasis of that blouse into something delightful.
Speaking of Emily, she was a walking incubator of virii and her hushed sniffles were beginning to aggravate.
***
Another evening where Irv was rapidly becoming the cliche of a height-challenged power-monger -- so obvious and blatant -- no sense of subtlety at all. Both women would be leaving alone tonight. One to deal with a drunk and bitter husband, and the other to go home and try to apologize to a boyfriend that was rapidly becoming more boy and less friend.
Intergalactic Human - by DJ Earworm (Beastie Boys (Intergalactic) vs. Daft Punk (Human After All - Sebastian Remix)) - for
unfortunateggsI like my sugar with coffee and cream
gotta keep going keep it going full steam
too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean
II. 100 words
If Miranda was the heart of Runway, and Nigel and Emily were the most immediate cogs and wheels; then coffee -- black and steaming hot was the caffeinated oil that kept the whole machinery running. The Starbucks across the street from Elias-Clarke kept a running list of their orders and by the time Andy was recognized as the 'new Emily,' the baristas had already perfected the sequence of beginning the latte even as Andy stepped through the doors. They were often rewarded with a half-smile while Andy was listening to the 'first Emily' rattling off more instructions from Miranda.
Party Kisser - by Divide and Kreate (Katy Perry vs. Bloc Party) - for
jinkie420III. 138 words
It would have been so easy to blame everything upon the seemingly endless stream of drinks that were being pressed into her grasp. Yet that was the cowardly route, and Andy Sachs prided herself on not stepping back from a challenge, and if that meant facing Miranda Priestly first thing in the morning with a throbbing hangover, then she'd take the consequences as they came.
There were not enough prayers in the world to protect her from the acerbic wit and biting comments that Andy was sure to follow that first moment of realization. With a deep breath, she turned over to face a pair of eyes that had left her stuttering and speechless most of the time. For all that she loved and believed in the power of words, Andy realized that this time, her silence was golden.