Ficlets: Spearmint, Buttercream & New York Bagels

Lordy, my Management Without Borders group is full of so many annoying questions and stupid comments about sustainable libraries that I am resolved to not do any work on our report until the night before it is due. Two of them are screwing each other and IT GROSSES ME RIGHT OUT. They're touchy at our group meetings. I am like: YOU are balding and YOU say 'like' thirty times per sentence and keep implying that you're a ~*~writer~*~ and so should get to do the editing on this sucker. PLEASE. ALLOW ME TO PRESENT YOU WITH MY BFA AND 303904034 WORDS OF GAY SEX. HOW'S THAT POETRY COMING?

So, in that spirit, here are three mostly-interconnected-but-fundamentally-disjointed pitchforkslash ficlets that I wrote this weekend. Uh. I'd sue for some kind of lameness amnesty, but HEY, FANDOM OF THREE. I make no excuses.

Rating: G for gay.
Pairing: Zach & Owen.
Disclaimer: Did not happen.

( New York Bagels )

( Buttercream )

( Spearmint )