More Makeup crack
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ds_flashfictionBecause this image flew into my brain after reading cmshaw's contribution to the makeup challenge. Clocking in at 190 words...
edited to add that this borrows an old joke that the only thing a real Scot wears under his kilt is his wife's lipstick. Sorry if I was a little too obtuse.
Ray Vecchio couldn’t believe he’d been roped into a day out with Fraser and Kowalski, but he’d promised to make nice with the Polack, so he was trying. But he hadn't bargained for anything like this.
“Benny, why are you wearing a kilt?” Vecchio had to admit, Fraser looked damn good in that white t-shirt and plaid skirt, but it was weird to see him without the serge or jeans.
“It’s the Fraser family tartan, Ray. Since we’re at the Highland games, I thought it would be appropriate to show some familial pride.”
Feeling in the mood to tease, Vecchio nudged Fraser with an elbow. “So, Benny, what have you got on under the kilt?”
“Oh, the traditional things," Fraser answered enigmatically.
Vecchio bristled when his best friend’s partner snickered. Kowalski reached into his pocket and pulled something out. Without a word, he grabbed Vecchio’s hand and put a small, hard object in the Italian’s palm.
Kowalski turned to Fraser and said, “Come on, Frase, let’s go watch some caber tossing.” The pair walked off toward the meadow below leaving a stunned Ray Vecchio with a tube of lipstick in his hand.
edited to add that this borrows an old joke that the only thing a real Scot wears under his kilt is his wife's lipstick. Sorry if I was a little too obtuse.
Ray Vecchio couldn’t believe he’d been roped into a day out with Fraser and Kowalski, but he’d promised to make nice with the Polack, so he was trying. But he hadn't bargained for anything like this.
“Benny, why are you wearing a kilt?” Vecchio had to admit, Fraser looked damn good in that white t-shirt and plaid skirt, but it was weird to see him without the serge or jeans.
“It’s the Fraser family tartan, Ray. Since we’re at the Highland games, I thought it would be appropriate to show some familial pride.”
Feeling in the mood to tease, Vecchio nudged Fraser with an elbow. “So, Benny, what have you got on under the kilt?”
“Oh, the traditional things," Fraser answered enigmatically.
Vecchio bristled when his best friend’s partner snickered. Kowalski reached into his pocket and pulled something out. Without a word, he grabbed Vecchio’s hand and put a small, hard object in the Italian’s palm.
Kowalski turned to Fraser and said, “Come on, Frase, let’s go watch some caber tossing.” The pair walked off toward the meadow below leaving a stunned Ray Vecchio with a tube of lipstick in his hand.
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ROFL!
:-D
~DNash
Re: ROFL!
Date: 2003-04-23 03:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-23 01:35 pm (UTC)Okay, how could anybody NOT read a story that begins with that provocative sentence? Sort of like a joke: "A Polack, an Italian and a Mountie walk into a bar..."
And the images of Fraser in a kilt and the manly (read: "phallic") sport of caber tossing! My brain is full.
SHAY
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Date: 2003-04-23 03:17 pm (UTC)mmmmm...kilted Fraser...giant hunks of wood...*giggle*
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Date: 2003-04-23 02:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-23 03:13 pm (UTC)Although, come to think of it, maybe they do sell socks in packs of three for the winter months. *G*
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Date: 2003-04-23 05:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-23 06:50 pm (UTC)Not complaining, though, 'cause, mmmmm, kilt. Yum.