OOC: Drabble meme

[letsdropin]

Choose one or a couple of these, and I'll do my best to write a drabble or ficlet with that prompt and my muse and your muse. Let me know if you have stuff to add to the request prompt!

1. Playful!Reid: Grace (freakytwinthing)
2. Murderous!Reid
3. Flailing!Reid: Tyler (their_babyboy)
4. Incarcerated!Reid
5. Deviant!Reid
6. Ill!Reid
7. Intoxicated!Reid: Dee (ihasataser)
8. Wildly Inappropriate!Reid: Tony (6thseasonbuffy)
9. Eloquent!Reid
10. Cooking!Reid
11. Over-protective!Reid: Grace (freakytwinthing)
12. Wanker!Reid
13. Silly!Reid
14. Romantic!Reid
15. Long-winded!Reid
16. Bedtime!Reid: Tyler (their_babyboy)
17. Jealous!Reid
18. Inquisitive!Reid
19. Confused!Reid: Grace (freakytwinthing)
20. Sexy!Reid: Tyler (their_babyboy)
21. Angry!Reid
22. Dorky!Reid: Dee (ihasataser)
23. Working!Reid: Tony (6thseasonbuffy)
24. Needs-a-Hug!Reid
25. Choose-your-own!Reid

Comments

[their-babyboy.livejournal.com]

Whichever one you feel happier with. :)

[letsdropin.livejournal.com]

It only matters in how I approach the prompt! I mean, 100 words requires a pretty definite chunk... ficlets are more flexible!

[ihasataser.livejournal.com]

Drabbles, then, as long or as short as you like :P :)

And Dee likes Dorky!Reid or Intoxicated!Reid, apparently. *facepalms*

[letsdropin.livejournal.com]

Oh, he knows she likes dorky and intoxicated Reid on occasion!

Intoxicated!Reid: 498

[letsdropin.livejournal.com]

It was past the time when jell-o shots were the poison of choice and before they'd considered tequila shots.

... actually, it was a stupid fund-raiser event and most of the alcohol diluting their blood was champagne. Reid had been exhausted; he'd tapped out early with Caleb and Pogue; Reid had been busy talking merry circles around an idiot when he waved at him across the room. The blond, after a few moments, desisted from his hostilities and the attempts to make Dee turn mauve between trying not to snort her drink out of her nose and trying not to suffocate trying the first one, and called him just to check that he was okay, or, well, that there was nothing serious.

There was more champagne after that. Maybe some vodka. And much Reid trickery, ranging from a gasped-out Reid! to a smack on his arm, whether it was something he did or something the said.

And then. "You cannot possibly be drunk enough to suggest that."

He blinked at her, then grinned. "What, you have doubts I would, when sober?"

Dee's eyes narrowed. "Is that a challenge, blondie?"

"Yup."

"Fine. Let's go. But if we die because we're too drunk to stay afloat, it's totally your fault."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm a good swimmer."

Which wasn't the skill he showed off while skinny dipping, but that was fine by her. For now. Plus, chivalry was; and she knew she could rely on him about that, just knew - and she wasn't wrong.

When she made to get finally out of the pond, he grinned. "You go ahead and start drying out. I'll be right out."

"Hmm? Nah, just come along."

"I, uh, need a moment to cool down."

"Wha-?" She frowned; not all of the bubbly had melted out of her blood. Then her eyes widened and she grinned, stepping closer and trying to peer down, but the water was insufficiently transparent at this time of night, even with his pale skin. "Of course, we could take care of that problem in another way."

Starlight caught in his eyes as they looked up at her.

"So long as you're in the clear I don't like you that way. Well, I like you," eyes appreciative over the wide shoulders and defined chest, "but not like-like."

He paused just a tiny bit before answering, something passing briefly over his face, too dark to figure out what. Then a grin, that stayed. "I can do foolin' around with no strings attached. I mean, Tyler and I do it all the time."

"Yeah?" They'd covered that, possibly still in the jell-o shots range. Or maybe after somebody'd left. She ways just speaking up for the effect.

He splashed a bit of water, gently, to her. "Yeah. " A beat. "Still thinking 'bout it?"

"Yeah." Then, giving up on attempt to see, she reached down into the water. "Thinking about all sorts of things."

This time, the grin was just about blinding.