Title: Call Waiting -- Darla
Summary: This came out of a discussion with Jen, and then Vic pointed out that we hadn't done one for Darla...
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't hurt me.
Thanks to: all the usual suspects.
Darla hid her face in her hands, sobbing theatrically. "I've had enough," she sniffled, ignoring the people pushing past her to get on the bus. "I'm so DEPRESSED and TIRED because I'm DYING!"
Darla blew her nose, and threw the tissue on the sidewalk because she was just too dramatic to use a garbage bin. They were for lesser people. She started the long walk home and put on her best 'Pity me, I need wuv and cuddles and lots of them' expression, the one Angel seemed to like so much. She pulled her hair straight around her shoulders, revelling in the feel of its damp greasiness through her fingers. After all, it showed just how tortured and depressed she was.
A man stared at her. Used to men staring, Darla smiled, thrusting her
cleavage in his direction. He smiled back, and walked over to her. He gave her his card. "Love, I don't mean to criticise," he began. Her smile disappeared. "But I work for a shampoo company, and you would be simply PERFECT for our latest promotion. We need someone who hasn't washed her hair for months."
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Summary: This came out of a discussion with Jen, and then Vic pointed out that we hadn't done one for Darla...
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't hurt me.
Thanks to: all the usual suspects.
Darla hid her face in her hands, sobbing theatrically. "I've had enough," she sniffled, ignoring the people pushing past her to get on the bus. "I'm so DEPRESSED and TIRED because I'm DYING!"
Darla blew her nose, and threw the tissue on the sidewalk because she was just too dramatic to use a garbage bin. They were for lesser people. She started the long walk home and put on her best 'Pity me, I need wuv and cuddles and lots of them' expression, the one Angel seemed to like so much. She pulled her hair straight around her shoulders, revelling in the feel of its damp greasiness through her fingers. After all, it showed just how tortured and depressed she was.
A man stared at her. Used to men staring, Darla smiled, thrusting her
cleavage in his direction. He smiled back, and walked over to her. He gave her his card. "Love, I don't mean to criticise," he began. Her smile disappeared. "But I work for a shampoo company, and you would be simply PERFECT for our latest promotion. We need someone who hasn't washed her hair for months."
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