Disclaimer: don't own Static Shock. yeah, uh DUH.
A/N:This is...a brain fart, I guess. check thegasstation (with the little below bars between words) on livejournal. Fic challenges and this was the Piercing one.
Needed:
Richie with a piercing and someone to see that new peircing.
the phrase "Oh, well, if you had wanted something slick..."
an advanced physics book, black tights, and a cat.
If only every morning could be like this
Frieda spun around her 'early morning meeting' chair some more, sipping her coffee before turning back to Daisy still on her bed.
"So if we run the Sports page after the Entertainment, could we still fit the Track article in or should that take the back cover with a kick ass picture? Or should we use Mr. Jameson's "Oh, well, if you had wanted something slick..." hair gel quote? We don't have to, but it'd be good to show what a dick some teachers can-"
Daisy wasn't listening to her.
"Hello? Daisy? Yoo-hoo Flower Child."
Her co-editor didn't even look at her. A bit of drool escaped her mouth.
"What is this- attack of the brain puppets?" She snapped her fingers in front of Daisy's face. Nothing. Mouth open, staring straight past her. Frieda could practically hear the suspenseful music. Dun Dun dunnnn.
"I don't want to look behind me, do I?" she told herself. "There's probably an axe murderer or a black cat or mmmm, Static in black spandex."
She looked over at Daisy (still drooling) and cupped her hands together. "I said, yumm, STATIC in black SPANDEX!"
Nothing. It must be really bad.
She turned and screamed.
"Holy Shit!"
A wet naked Richie blushed, cringing as she stared at him. Who knew Richie was so buff? He tried to hide behind the computer and adjust his strategically placed book at the same time.
Which, of course (of course) only drew her eye downward her book. The blue small 'Advanced Physics' textbook and….
...what was that?….
"A RING? Richie Foley! You pierced- you p-pierced THAT!"
He blushed and a part of her was pleased to see that, yes, his blush did extended all the way down.
"Umm…would you…. believe that I was sleep walking and fell on an earring?"