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Fliss B

 

 

PartyTime

This drabble (exactly 100 words) was written in response to a challenge set by Sharon to select a quote from a Lancer episode then write a drabble in which that line is uttered by a different character in another context. Have fun picking the lines.                             

 

Jelly was like a schoolboy at bell-time, jumping up and down on the spot.  “The only question now is… how many of you are goin’ with me?”

Nobody replied. Nobody looked up.

“Come on, Scott. Humour me.”

“Sorry, Jelly, I never did like my fun organised.”

“Boss?”

“No, Jelly, I’m happy sitting here, just stirrin’ my coffee.”

“Johnny?”

“Well, I’d never get tired of seeing new places and doing exciting things. But I’m still not going.”

“Well ain’t you lot lily-livered. Now I don’t know what to do.”

“What’s to decide? You’re throwing this fandango. Get out there.”

 

THE END

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