A/N: Got bored so my friend gave me a challenge to try!
Challenge:
Go to yahoo, google, or whatever you use to browse for pics!
Type in something like "situation", "difficult situation", "perfect situation", anything that will bring up an interesting pic! (I used perfect situation)
Find a pic and write a story using the pic that pops up as your prompt.
RANDOM DIVIDER FOR THE FIC!!
Ari stumbled into the restroom of some shithole club, slipping on a puddle of piss as he entered. He regained his balance, laughing his head off as he made his way to a urinal. The former agent was far too drunk off his ass to give a damn that he just ruined a pair of Italian leather shoes. Hell, he was too drunk off his ass to give damn that he had just been fired, fucking fired, from the best goddamn job he'd had! Fucking fired from the goddamn agency he practially fucking owned because Terrance was too much of a fucking pussy to run it himself. Fucking fired because of that goddamn rat Adam-fucking-Davies!
"Fucking Davies!" Ari hissed, making a mental note to kill that goddamn narc. The former agent punched the wall for good measure before reaching down to undo his pants so he could take a leak. He unbuckled his belt and began to unzip his pants when his zipper caught. Ari cursed, struggling to get the the damn piece of metal free. His efforts rewarded him with the front of his pants ripping open and slipping down, the waistband catching his knees and causing the agent to fall onto the cold tiled floor. Ari's knee landed in something warm and wet and his head slamed against the urinal next to his, almost knocking him out. He let himself slide down to lie on the floor, feeling slightly woozy from the fall. It was the worst fucking day of goddamn life and shit just kept getting worse.
And all he could do was laugh.
RANDOM DIVIDER FOR THE FIC!!
Disclaimer: Don't own Entourage or the pic!
A/N: Here's the link to the pic and I'll post the words that were under it that help to further inspire me.
http : / / www . flickr . com/photos/waynewho/ 351845582/
For the moments that envelope you in mis-belief; When you sat high on the fence.
Those surreal instances that grab only to let you float in a dreamlike occurrence.
Where all those times you were in the dump and felt you had no luck
That pathway you took - ended. When the door for your future is stuck.
You have to laugh. Chin up. Move on. You just have to laugh.
