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[demisms]

The Would You Hit That? Meme

You suddenly have the urge to tell that person what you would or wouldn't do to them.

①Post your character.
②Post to other characters.
③Have fun, anything goes.
④Profit.

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[thatsasquatch]

[Sam smiled, finding that first one pretty cute.] See, both of those so much better than mine. You at least seem to have imagination, but being a writer I guess that comes with the territory. [Sam definitely read enough books, but none were ever purely just for enjoyment.]

[listenwritelive]

Oh, hey, no. Yours is just as good as mine are - the point of the list is that it's stuff that you want to do. Anything on that list is just as important and meaningful as any of mine. Even swimming with sharks. [She shakes her head, the softest sigh escaping her lips.] Word on the grapevine is that I'm starting to be called a one-hit wonder, so ...

[thatsasquatch]

Thanks. [He smiled faintly, which quickly turned into a frown at her sigh and words.] What? Hey, don't listen to people, alright? That won't help you, especially when it's negative. I'm sure if you focus on the positive and stuff, you'll be writing again in no time.

[Suddenly, he heard his phone go off with a text and with a sigh of his own, he pulled it from his jean pocket and looked at the message. Of course, it would be Dean. He shoved his phone away and ran a hand annoyingly through his hair. Here he was, having a good time and again, work got in the way.] Hey uh, think I could get a rain check on the beer? I can give you my number and you can give me a call or text whenever.

[listenwritelive]

[When she looks up again, it's with a small smile.] I'm sure that with the right motivation and inspiration, it'll come. It's just a matter of finding that -

[She pauses, waiting to continue when he's done. Of course it's important, that's kind of her her luck works. But it had been nice, in any case, and she really needed that.] Oh. Sure, yeah. If you'll be around for a while for work, I'll be available. And ... if you won't be, when you come back through, if you do, I'll be happy to provide.

[thatsasquatch]

I'm not really sure how long I'll be around. [He never was.] But at least text me? [He chuckled and grabbed a napkin and pulled a pen from his pocket, scribbling down his number and sliding it over to her.] Thanks, Bree. For the company, it was nice.

[listenwritelive]

Comes with being good at so many things, I imagine. I'm sure people all over need your help. [Once he passes it over, she makes it a point to look, not quite memorizing each number, but wanting to see it before she adds it to her phone.] Of course I will - oh, well, I hope you don't mind texts at odd hours, I'm sort of an insomniac. I don't require an answer back right away, but sometimes I just need to say stuff. Oh, geez, you might regret giving me this number. [She smiles, and this time, it is clearly pleased.] Thank you for indulging me.

[thatsasquatch]

I'm not really good at all that much, but thanks for assuming the best. [He chuckled again as he stood, shoving his hands back into his pockets along with his pen.] Don't worry, I kind of work late pretty often, so I'll probably be up for those late night texts. But I definitely won't regret it. [A smile along with a nod, he moved away from where they were sitting and headed out, getting into a '67 Impala that had pulled up before taking off.]

[listenwritelive]

[ooc: And I think that's perfect for ending this one. :0)]