Disclaimer: None of the characters contained herein are mine. I just like to play with them sometimes. They're really fun at times.
A/N: Okay, so here's the deal again. This is the June edition of my song drabble things. Various characters are used. The list would be a bit much for me to type here. Not all of these are canon. (Duh) Also not all of these will become stories in and of themselves. Though some of them might so keep an eye out. Also, some of these drabbles are from my own stories and you may see parts of them in the stories themselves. Lastly, not all of the drabbles really have anything to do with the song (in fact most of them don't really). It could just be that a phrase or a word in the song sparked something that made me think of the drabble or I might have just been listening to that song when I came up with the idea for the drabble. Okay enough from me. On with the show. Lemme know what you think? Please?
June 1, 2014
Mesmerizing—Liz Phair (3:56)
Haven
Dave and Vince
Dave glared at his brother. "Photography," he growled out.
Vince's face set in hard lines. "Portraiture," he insisted sternly.
Dave's glare heated. "Photography."
Vince's face became stone. "Portraiture."
Dave let out a large sigh and shook his head. "If Lucy were here she'd tell you the truth. Photography is more real. It's better."
Vince crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. "Well, if Sarah were here she'd agree with me. Paint is more vibrant. It's more alive. Painting is better."
Dave rolled his eyes and stared at the wall for a few long moments. "You know…" he started and then trailed off.
Vince's face softened just a little though the frown stayed. "She's not Sarah," he reminded his brother.
"She's not Lucy either, Vince," Dave scoffed. "We should ask her anyway."
Vince shrugged and then nodded. "But no matter what she says that's the end of the argument."
Dave nodded and held out his hand. "Shake on it," he ordered. The two men shook hands and stood. "She's going to choose photography," he asserted.
"Shut up, Dave," Vince sighed. "She will not."
"Will too."