Title: No, Johnathan. Yes, Johnathan
Summary: A set of little... drabblets, I guess. All centered around songs by "The Dresden Dolls", because they have lovely song titles, and themes.
There's no specific pairing for this mess. Because, I only have so many fucks to give.
Some of them may be centered around some characters that you don't really get to hear about, from me.
Like this part (part one). All about Tenna.
Also, sometimes, I lapse into the SWAN/ISH JtHM AU...
Sorry, gaiz. Plleeease go check out SWAN, though. Song Without A Name by LYX. Google it. You'll find it. c:
Part One: Good Day (5:51. Not that I write them in the song's length, just letting you know.)
(2) - Rite-Bi and Mart-Wall. See what I did there? Don't crawl up my ass over it. D;
Tenna sucked down her spiked-with-brandy-but-not-enough, vente latte.
Yes, vente, the biggest size that Starbucks had to offer.
It wasn't enough. It never was enough, but today was even worse.
Half of the way through her "commute" to "work", she was already done with the damn latte, and there was no sign of a buzz.
She'd used up a whole bottle of Paul Masson Grand Amber on that thing, too.
Today was just a bad day for Tenna. Things were going horribly.
The night before, there had been a terrible fight with her roommate, the man she was with, and now she didn't have a place to stay.
All over the fact that she had to listen to him complain about his bad day.
She doesn't care about his problems. She just likes his smile, she told him.
He got mad at that, apparently, and Tenna, once again, had to sleep in her car.
Well, Devi's car, but who cares about formalities with friends?
Devi wouldn't mind, anyway.
That actually worried Tenna. Devi never left her house, and really, a girl needs to get out more.
Tenna knew all of these things about Devi, and she didn't know why.
The fact that she painted, her hair was purple, her bra size was 38 B, her pants size ranged from 4-6, she preferred her shirts between the sizes of medium and extra large, depending on the brand, her favorite color was actually green (contrary to popular belief), she was bisexual, she liked her partners to be taller than her, but not too tall, she liked to shop at Rite-Bi, not Mart-Wall (2), she liked to sing 90's pop in the shower, and would never perform before a crowd.
As Tenna pulled up to work, she tossed the empty coffee cup into the garbage, groaning.
She realized that her days would be so much better if Devi were around.
Cheap shot ending, huh?
Sorry, guys.
Two fics in one night? WHAT.
And BOTH are little chapter ficlet ones? OMG.
EVERYONE. WATCH OUT.
Ok, enough playing. I'm hoping that you had SOME fun reading this, since I don't really know how I feel about it.
It's way too late for me to function, so just... Yeah.
Goodnight/morning everyone~