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Drabble: How Do You Like It?
Title: How Do You Like It?
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alisanne
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harryron100's prompt: More
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Category/Warnings: Humor/None
A/N: That disco song "More, more, more" kept going through my head and so, we get this drabble. My muse is so strange.
Beta:sevfan
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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How Do You Like It?
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“Why platform shoes, Harry?”
“They were popular in the seventies and so, good for disco night.”
“Hm.”
“You don’t like them?”
“They’re a bit hard to walk in, mate.”
“You’re doing fine.”
“Thanks, but I know my limit. I pretty much reached it when I put on these spandex, sequined trouser... things.”
“Tights.”
“Yeah, they’re that, too.”
“No, I mean they’re called tights.”
“I see why. People can see my bits.”
“Mm, yeah.”
“Harry!”
“What? You’ve got great bits.”
“Wasn’t planning on showing them to the entire place.”
“Yeah... Still, wouldn’t mind seeing more myself.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
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Author:
alisanneSummary: Written for
harryron100's prompt: MoreRating: PG
Word Count: 100
Category/Warnings: Humor/None
A/N: That disco song "More, more, more" kept going through my head and so, we get this drabble. My muse is so strange.
Beta:
sevfanDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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How Do You Like It?
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“Why platform shoes, Harry?”
“They were popular in the seventies and so, good for disco night.”
“Hm.”
“You don’t like them?”
“They’re a bit hard to walk in, mate.”
“You’re doing fine.”
“Thanks, but I know my limit. I pretty much reached it when I put on these spandex, sequined trouser... things.”
“Tights.”
“Yeah, they’re that, too.”
“No, I mean they’re called tights.”
“I see why. People can see my bits.”
“Mm, yeah.”
“Harry!”
“What? You’ve got great bits.”
“Wasn’t planning on showing them to the entire place.”
“Yeah... Still, wouldn’t mind seeing more myself.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
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