Bleh.

[lonelybrit]

Dear prettyevilamber gave us such a good quote for the drabble challange over at randyfangame: 'You learn something new every day.'

Honesty, I look at that and something inside is jumping up and down going 'Yes yes yes! You *know* there are a 101 good drabbles just waiting to be written from that!'

But for some reason, I think I killed my muse off with the latest round of antiparticles. I got nothing. Finally in a moment of despair I decided to write one about an object on my desk. I apologise for the lack on inspiration. I think I should have taken my own advice and gone straight for the alcohol...


Set Season 2 I guess.

Gunn walked in. Blinked. Sighed.
“Oh man, Wes, what are you doing?”
Wesley’s eyes snapped open behind glasses that were steamed up from the delicate china cup held reverentially under his nose.
“Having a cup of tea?” he said meekly, taking a rather belated sip.
“Nuh-uh, that would mean actually drinking the stuff,” said Gunn, pulling up a chair and sitting down. “It wouldn’t mean trying to inhale it like it’s morphine.”
Wesley blushed ever so slightly and Gunn grinned, leaning forward to take a cautious sniff. “Speaking of, what is that stuff? That ain’t your usual Earl Grey.”
The blush deepened.
“Russian caravan.”
“What?”
“A blend of the finest china teas,” Wes continued, rather dreamily. “Used to be transported across Asia… by camel caravan…”
Gunn looked dubiously at the dark liquid. “On a camel?”
“Never been, but I like to imagine it’s what it smells like. Sands, heat, tents in the sun, trekking across the desert…” His eyes started glaze over.
“And you learn something new every day,” said Gunn dryly. “You’re mad, have I told you that?”
Wesley’s eyes re-focussed. “Oh, at least try it first.”

Cordelia walked in. Blinked. Sighed.
“Oh guys. What are you two doing?”