So there's this fun group on Facebook that sets up monthly Drabble contests. Every now and again, they issue an impromptu challenge, with only a week to complete and then post the entire story in a day. Each chapter will be exactly 100 words long.
This month's prompt was "Lucky" and I was immediately attacked by the plot bunny. I ignored it for a few days, while I've been powering through the end of Lost Highway, but it wouldn't be denied. Most of this was written after a sleepless night earlier this week. I hope you enjoy it.
This will be the only disclaimer/warning. This is slash – that means sexy boys will be doing sexy things to other sexy boys. Don't like — Leave. Not over 18 – click the little red X and come back when you are. Stephenie Meyer created them; I create scenarios that put them in bed together. This is not beta'd – all errors are mine and I freely own them.
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Chapter One
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March 16 – 6pm
She wanted me to take her to dinner – tomorrow.
What kind of woman expects an Irishman to miss St. Patrick's Day at the pub?
Especially when the man owns the pub! So sorry, a rún.
I'll be at McCarty's with my friends tomorrow night.
Ah, my sweet Irish Rose.
Too bad she thought she could tie this lad down.
I sent roses, a bracelet, and a goodbye note to her.
It's time to bid a fond farewell to Ms. Rosalie Hale
Settling my feet on my desk, I watch the bustle of activity around my bar.
Ah, life is good.
Next update in about an hour. So y'all ready for this?