Subject: Drink Challenge - Dead Bastard (1/1) From: "anteros@juno.com" Date: Fri, 6 May 2005 17:50:23 GMT To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU X-UIDL: 0580e75ee0f7f725cb0903e00ca6b500 X-Mozilla-Status: 0001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 Return-path: Envelope-to: stequina@IGLOU.COM Delivery-date: Fri, 06 May 2005 13:52:42 -0400 Received: from [128.118.141.59] (helo=f05n16.cac.psu.edu) by iglou3.iglou.com with esmtp (8.12.5/8.12.5) id 1DU70E-00056W-3q for stequina@IGLOU.COM; Fri, 06 May 2005 13:52:42 -0400 Received: from f05n16 (f05s16.cac.psu.edu [128.118.141.59]) by f05n16.cac.psu.edu (8.12.11/8.12.11) with ESMTP id j46F5uc2257660; Fri, 6 May 2005 13:52:39 -0400 Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (LISTSERV-TCP/IP release 1.8e) with spool id 47063584 for FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU; Fri, 6 May 2005 13:52:37 -0400 Received: from outbound-mail.lax.untd.com (outbound-mail.lax.untd.com [64.136.28.164]) by f05n16.cac.psu.edu (8.12.11/8.12.11) with SMTP id j46HqXAn098068 for ; Fri, 6 May 2005 13:52:34 -0400 Received: from outbound29-sr.lax.untd.com (webmail15.lax.untd.com [10.131.27.155]) by smtpout01.lax.untd.com with SMTP id AABBHZMXGA6MAZ92 for (sender ); Fri, 6 May 2005 10:51:34 -0700 (PDT) X-UNTD-OriginStamp: e12SA/oKtcAzj8gU1rV6EXLOn1dT7EnrWyCvk52seO2mIEAQpdVnCA== Received: (from anteros@juno.com) by webmail15.lax.untd.com (jqueuemail) id KSB855MY; Fri, 06 May 2005 10:50:38 PDT Received: from [67.1.17.70] by webmail15.lax.untd.com with HTTP: Fri, 6 May 2005 17:50:23 GMT X-Originating-IP: [67.1.17.70] MIME-Version: 1.0 X-Mailer: Webmail Version 3.0 Content-Type: text/plain X-ContentStamp: 18:9:836751533 X-MAIL-INFO: 4d9ecbca9ec3c75b6aae4ef3ae8e7bb31e17b39eeba3ae7f870f7f1b33431bbf6f2f9fb32b038302fb4e43ab23a74bdb9b3f5a43becb8a6b8ac317eac3f34f4ff3ea1ea317fa9e0bce0baed77aaeee5757ee7ab37bea470ab37b67027b232367030203039eaea3f3e7e32e43fb3b5afb83833b875a87 Message-ID: <20050506.105038.11052.118003@webmail15.lax.untd.com> Reply-To: "anteros@juno.com" Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories Precedence: list Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable X-MIME-Autoconverted: from 8bit to quoted-printable by f05n16.cac.psu.edu id j46F5uc2257660 X-Foreign-Sender: 128.118.141.59 X-UIDL: 0580e75ee0f7f725cb0903e00ca6b500 This is for a challenge from the DP list, feel free to join in! : Take the name of a drink and either make it the title or the drink itself somehow important to your story. Here's a link to a bartender/drink site: http://www.webtender.com/ Extra points the more obscure the drink you use is :) Have fun! Disclaimers: I don’t own FK, really. Archive: permission to Mel, Anita, any DP. Others can email me and let me know where. Dead Bastard By: Cousin Mary Ingredients: · 1 oz Brandy · 1 oz Bourbon · 1 oz Gin · 1 oz Rum · 1/2 oz Lime juice · 1 dash Bitters · 1 oz Ginger ale · Ice Mixing instructions: Pour ingredients into glass, stir, and drink. Tracy awoke to the sound of pounding. She lay in her bed a minute, puzzling at the semi-distant sound. Eventually her sleepy mind came up with the fact that it was a door being knocked on, loudly. Her neighbors’ door. But weren’t the MacGregors on that cruise? “Baby Jane! I know yer in thare. Jus’ open up will ya?” Tracy blinked, throwing back the covers and grabbing her robe as she headed for the door. Screed. Screed was looking for her, why was the carouche looking for her? Robe in place, and more or less awake, Tracy yanked open her door and looked down the hall. “Screed!” She hissed at the startled knocker, “Quick, get in before someone calls the cops on you. It’s 4 in the morning!” “But you’re tha cops,” He frowned before stumbling down the hall towards her. “Geez Screed,” Tracy got a whiff of bourbon and possibly something else, several somethings else, as he moved past her into her apartment, “You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?” “Dead Bastard,” He nodded solemnly, he spun around then, taking the blonde’s hands in his, “I wanted ta tell ya in person-like.” Tracy wasn’t sure if she should be worried or not, she smiled slightly at the Cockney vampire before her eyes darted to the phone, “Do you want me to try to call Vachon to come get you?” Green eyes narrowed, “Now there’s a dead bastard,” He flopped down on Tracy’s floral print couch, “I come to warn you away from him Baby Jane. “ “From Vachon?” Tracy gingerly settled onto an arm of the loveseat. Screed seemed momentarily distracted by the TV remote, he turned it over in his hands a few times, apparently fascinated. Suddenly his face took on a strange cast and his breathing started to get shallow. “Oh no,” Tracy lunged to her feet, dragging Screed towards the bathroom, “If your going to be sick, do it in here.” Screed stared at the toilet for a moment, before shoving Tracy out of the cloud painted room and closing the door. In the hall Tracy grimaced. She had a vampire throwing up in her bathroom. Her life was starting to get a bit odd. She headed into her small kitchen area and went through the motions of making a pot of coffee. She flinched when she heard the shower start. Now she had a naked, drunk vampire in her apartment. That is, god she hoped he took off his clothes first. Eventually the shower went off and the bath tap came on. Tracy poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down to drink it. She waited about ten minutes before she got a second cup and decided to brave the bathroom. “Screed?” She called out quietly as she tapped the door. There was no answer so she pushed open the door. The room was steamy, and a pile of rumpled clothes sat in front of the vanity. Screed was in the tub, still wearing his boxer shorts she was pleased to note, but looking sad and pathetic with a small cone of bubbles crowning his shaved head. She sighed, “Screed, what are you doing here?” The vampire looked at her with sad eyes, “Vachonetti is cuckoldin’ ya.” Tracy sat on the closed toilet lid and handed Screed a green and white striped washcloth. She shook her head slightly, was he telling her Vachon was cheating on her? Well, her and the former J.D. Valdez were hardly a couple, but Tracy could admit to herself that the news stung a bit, “Oh. You came all the way here to tell me that?” Screed looked away and wrapped the towel around a bar of soap, beginning to scrub himself down. “Vachonetti always were a ladies man, emphasis on tha plural. Ya shouldn’t put no stock in it though, yer such a nice bird.” Tracy sighed, what was she supposed to say to that? In her heart she’d known, at least on some level, that Vachon wasn’t going to be ‘the one,’ but the romantic in her had hoped… “I’ve known tha man fer longer than either o’ us would admit,” Screed went on, setting the soap aside, “He does like ya,” he shrugged, “He jus’ doesn’t have it in ‘im ta ‘ave monogamy, right?” Tracy forced a smile, the sighed again. She needed ice cream and lots of it. She wanted to put on her comfy sweats, grab the carton out of the freezer and watch Casablanca until she’d cried this all out. Course, she couldn’t do that while the carouche was here. She watched, slightly detached as he slipped under the water to wash off the suds, he sat up and looked at her with wide eyes. So, he was beginning to sober up and realize just where he was huh? “Baby Jane…” Tracy stood and held out a towel to Screed, who stood and took it, drying off quickly as he stepped out on to the fuzzy bathmat. “It’ll be dawn soon, I’ll close up the blinds. You can sleep on the couch.” Screed nodded slowly, following behind the mortal as she light-proofed her front room and grabbed an extra blanket and pillow from the hall closet. “Ah, Baby Jane, ya think we might nah mention this visit ta the Spaniard? He takes things a might personal sometimes…” Tracy smile a bit at that, no, Vachon probably wouldn’t be happy to know Screed had tattled, “I won’t say anything. Good night.” Screed sat down on the couch as Tracy disappeared back into her room. Vachon had let a fine bird go in that one. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> God, I have Screed love. 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