Apr. 6th, 2007

icepixie: (Chemistry)
I don't drink, and consequently know nothing about alcohol. Thus, I put this to those who do: Fraser, Thatcher, and either RayV or RayK (I haven't decided yet) walk into a bar. What do they order? Water for Fraser, I know, but what about the other two?

(This has nothing to do with taking advantage of the fact that dS and Cupid are both set in Chicago during roughly the same span of years. Nothing at all. *whistles innocently*)*

Still working on the Yukon one, BTW. After 4,500 words, Fraser and Thatcher are finally setting off on the dogsledding trip that's the whole point of the fic. Er. They kept wanting to talk, and then there were of course awkward silences and half-finished sentences, and a dead body plays a rather large part in the whole thing, so that had to be dealt with...

I'm really not making anyone want to read this fic, am I?


* And yes, I realize that in all likelihood I'm the only person on the whole internet who would want to read such a thing, but writing for one's own pleasure is a worthy purpose, right? Right.

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