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SamCarter100 challenge #98-80's song titles
Sorry for the double post to some of your lists..this is for a drabble challenge
Title: "Critic"
Author: elfcat255
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Rating: G
Challenge: #98 80s Song Titles
Note: it's 150 words..guh...tried to cut it down more but eh...sorry
Sam hummed along while washing dishes, drumming the countertop with two spoons, bouncing along with the beat, she spun around and began singing into a spoon, “Pressure…pushing down on me, pressing down on you…no man ask for….”dancing she continued, “Um ba ba be…under pressure,” she sang off key. Turning back to the sink, she felt the MP3 player pulled from her back pocket.
“I knew I shouldn’t have given you this,” Janet remarked. Unplugging the headphones she left the kitchen carrying the player; she watched Janet walk away with a small pout, “Gimme back my music,” Sam whined.
Just then she heard the sound of music from the living room, Janet walked back in, “That is more like it, Freddie sings it so much better than you,” she said grinning.
Sam scooped up a handful of water and threw it, “Everyone’s a critic,” she commented as Janet rushed the sink.
Title: "Critic"
Author: elfcat255
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Rating: G
Challenge: #98 80s Song Titles
Note: it's 150 words..guh...tried to cut it down more but eh...sorry
Sam hummed along while washing dishes, drumming the countertop with two spoons, bouncing along with the beat, she spun around and began singing into a spoon, “Pressure…pushing down on me, pressing down on you…no man ask for….”dancing she continued, “Um ba ba be…under pressure,” she sang off key. Turning back to the sink, she felt the MP3 player pulled from her back pocket.
“I knew I shouldn’t have given you this,” Janet remarked. Unplugging the headphones she left the kitchen carrying the player; she watched Janet walk away with a small pout, “Gimme back my music,” Sam whined.
Just then she heard the sound of music from the living room, Janet walked back in, “That is more like it, Freddie sings it so much better than you,” she said grinning.
Sam scooped up a handful of water and threw it, “Everyone’s a critic,” she commented as Janet rushed the sink.