Title: Unfulfilled
Written: 6/8/05
Word Count: 100
Rating: T for language
Notes: Inspired by another challenge: "For once, Midvalley doen't get any"
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Midvalley the Hornfreak was pissed.

All the other Gung-Ho Guns had gotten some, but oh, no, not Midvalley. They hadn't even announced it at the meeting.

A heavy hand found his shoulder, and the burn of cigarette smoke told him it was that... damn... priest. The one who had planned the sordid affair.

The bastard! Grrr...

"C'mon, man, don't sulk."

Silence in response.

Wolfwood sighed, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "I thought Dominique invited you."

"Liar."

"Okay, I didn't think you would be into it."

"You could have asked."

"For fuck's sake, man, it was ICE CREAM, get over it"
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