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14 February 2009 @ 12:53 am
Round 3: Other Pairings Drabble Submissions  
Sorry for the delay; non-functioning internet for most of the day prevented me from getting these posted. Below are the prompts. Please submit your drabble as a reply to this entry.

REMEMBER: For this round, your drabble must fit into one comment and one comment only. Submissions that spill over into either another comment or a fic/personal journal will be rejected.

If you are new to the community or are just needing a refresher on how to post/respond to drabbles, please visit this post first. And remember - HAVE FUN!


Frank/Jenna - acceptance speech
Frank/Jenna - Oscars
Frank/Jenna - webcam
Frank/Lutz - dirtbag club

Grizz/Dot Com - boundaries

Jack/Bianca - marriage counseling
Jack/C.C. - birthday
Jack/C.C. - inauguration
Jack/C.C. - oranges
Jack/Dr. Spaceman - faking it
Jack/Dr. Spaceman - illness
Jack/Drew - handshake
Jack/Gavin - Liz Lemon
Jack/Gretchen - poker
Jack/Jenna - earring
Jack/Jenna - high five
Jack/Jenna - wine
Jack/Jonathan - loyalty

Kenneth/Jenna - remix
Kenneth/Jenna - thumbs up
Kenneth/Tracy - bacon
Kenneth/Tracy - cultural exchange
Kenneth/Tracy - road trip

Liz/Dr. Spaceman - artificial insemination
Liz/Drew - breakfast
Liz/Drew - dinner
Liz/Drew - fever
Liz/Drew - funny business
Liz/Drew - glasses
Liz/Drew - rohypnol dreams
Liz/Gretchen - life change
Liz/Jenna - improv
Liz/Jenna - man trouble
Liz/Jenna - Oprah
Liz/Jonathan - disapproval
Liz/Jonathan - jealousy
Liz/Kenneth - Harry Potter
Liz/Pete - approval
Liz/Pete - close encounters
Liz/Pete - hats
Liz/Stewart - second chances

Pete/Paula - affair

Tracy/Angie - Page Six
Tracy/Angie - dying
Tracy/Dr. Spaceman - pills
Tracy/Jenna - co-host
Tracy/Jenna - Emmys
Tracy/Jenna - emotional affair
Tracy/Jenna - shopping
 
 
 
stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: liz & double thumbs up!michellek on March 11th, 2009 11:10 pm (UTC)
The Start of Something, Liz/Drew, breakfast, PG
Follows "Date Not Thirteen," which is an earlier reply to this post.

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The morning after her first night with Drew, Liz has the impulse to call someone and say, "Hey, I had awesome sex last night with an awesome dude." It's fleeting of course, because, yikes, she doesn't generally talk about sex, and the only people she'd tell about something that personal are Jenna or Jack. And Jenna would either press her for details, inquiring about Drew's penis size or the positions they were in, or use the opportunity to talk about the last great sex she had, telling Liz all about the guy's penis size and the positions they were in. Jack would probably be pleasantly surprised she's still alive and tell her that her declaration about her evening, with one too many awesomes, sounds like the exclamation of a gay surfer who shuns thesauruses.

Yeah, okay. She definitely doesn't want to call anyone. Until he starts making breakfast. Then Liz considers calling Jack and Jenna to say, "Wow, this really is too good to be true, isn't it? Let's analyze him until we uncover a flaw." She's not sure which of them would tell her to get a grip first. Jenna, probably, because Jack would still start off this conversation surprised that she's not part of a macabre, Hannibal Lecter type meal, and thus, would probably encourage her freak-out to an extent.

For the record, he's making pancakes, so she is certain she's not about to consume someone else's remains.

"What do you want in the pancakes? Blueberries? Chocolate chips?"

"Can I have both?"

He pauses for a moment to glance back at her. She's not sure if he's perplexed or charmed, but he's smiling, so there's that. "Okay, if you want."

So she has both, while he has blueberries. They eat in silence for a while. Then he says:

"So, tomorrow night, I'm going to have dinner at my sister's. Yes," he says before she can ask, "I'm still calling her my sister. I'm not ready to... anyway. I want you to come."

Liz raises her eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yeah. You don't have to--"

"I know. And I'm not saying I don't want to." She hesitates. "I don't think she likes me."

"She met you for a few seconds. I'm sure she'd like you if she got to know you. And that's why I want her to get to know you."

She nods, smiles. "Okay. Yeah. I will just remind myself not to tell her any more about the toilet story. Or any of the roofie story. Or about how I stole your mail." She exhales. "She is going to hate me."

"I like you and I'm the one who got roofied," Drew says. "But, yeah. You probably shouldn't tell those stories."

"Oh boy."

"Relax."

Drew leans in to kiss her just as she shoves a forkful of food into her mouth. He goes for her cheek instead.

She swallows. Says, "Yeah. I'll have dinner with you and your sister." She takes a breath. "I'm not ready to spend more time with your daughter, though. She kind of scares me."

He nods. "She pretty much scares everyone."

He goes to kiss her again. This time her mouth is without food, so she can kiss him back. And she does.