OMFG.

[chibi_trillian]

I have a job interview tomorrow. Full time job, in my field.

OMGimgoingtospontaneouslycombustandnotgetthejobbecauseimafailureatlifeAUGH!

Well, at least I have a nice new shirt for my blazing failure. It's even an actual color instead of being black.

*sigh* I'll try writing something to get my nerves settled down. Either that, or I'll do dishes, since I find that weirdly calming. Or both. But not at the same time.

In unrelated news, WTF did I do to my knee?

Comments

[snarkymonkey.livejournal.com]

*cheers you on* Good luck with your interview!!

To help you relax, would you like a drabble of some kind? I swear, it won't suck that much. XD

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

*cling* Yesplzthnx. If you don't mind. I need this job so badly that my nerves are liable to make me start biting my nails again. I hate being this jittery--I'm usually the one going "Calm down; things will work out!"

[snarkymonkey.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I'm sure you'll do fine. =3

Was there a pairing or topic you'd like to see? =3

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

Uhhhh...I'd dig some Smoker/Zeff, but that's a weird enough pairing that I won't ask for it. I'm actually in a bit of a Smoker mood.

Topic, topic...rain?

[snarkymonkey.livejournal.com]

Sadly, I can't write Zeff to save my ass. =3 Hopefully this'll help ya out? ♥♥♥



Water dripped from his short hair, trickling down into the fur of his jacket. He tried to avoid the rain when it thundered like this. The leather could handle it but the trim tended to pick up an unpleasant smell after too much of a dousing. A faint grunt of annoyance and Smoker pulled a cigar from his jacket sleeve only to scrutinize it. Smelled worse than the jacket.

Still . . . this was a dull town and he wouldn't be able to leave for another two days. During which time, Straw Hat would gain two more days on him.

Ripe or not, he needed the damn cigar.

By the fifth match, he nearly gave up. Hearing something fizzle repeatedly tended to shorten one's nerves horribly. The jacket was growing heavy on his shoulders, it was dark and wet outside the Marine lockup and the cigar was getting more aromatic by the minute. Still . . . he plucked his sixth and final match and lifted his foot to strike the flint. A hiss and a pop and the cigar smoldered under the pouring rain.

Smoker frowned at nothing in particular.

"Smoker-tai~~~sa. Didn't you know standing in the rain will make you sick?"

Smoker idly wondered if that was better than what stood behind him. A pause for thought. Result: Yes it was. At least while sick he could expect people to leave him the hell alone.

If it were in him, Smoker might have actually started sulking right then. Instead, he merely folded his arms and chewed on the end of the damp, yet burning, cigar. "Five seconds," he grumbled.

"For?"

"Four seconds." He ticked them off with his gloved fingers, holding them up for his visitor to see.

"So not fair, Smoker-tai~~~sa. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you didn't want to see me."

Smoker's brow furrowed further and water streamed off the wrinkles threatening to take permanent residence there. "Three," he growled.

"Well, we've proven you can count. This is a good step." The voice was closer now and there was unnatural warmth beginning to pervade the water-soaked leather. "Now we just need you to understand the weather and we'll be golden."

The word "two" might have been uttered but his jaw was clenched so tightly, Smoker was honestly surprised his teeth hadn't chipped yet.

"And after that is of course that lonely little number."

The noise that fell from Smoker's mouth had to be the number one. Either that or Smoker had picked up a new curse that involved some new, undiscovered deity.

The heat was closer now and he could hear his jacket steaming. "Now," a voice purred in his ear, "what other lessons should we teach a stubborn Marine captain?"

Karma really had it in for him. He must have been one sick bastard in a previous lifetime to deserve this hell.

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

Heeeeee. Thank you. ^____^ Snark's snark makes the Chibificus happy.

Now all I need to do is makes sure everything is organized so nothing can go wrong for tomorrow, and I'll be good. ^_^

[snarkymonkey.livejournal.com]

*huggles you* Yay! I'm glad you liked it.

I'll be sending you good vibes for this thing. *throws confetti for you* And . . . methinks I'll write you an additional drabble featuring aborted dork!smut. XD Every little bit helps, ya? ♥

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

Squee. Apparently, every little bit does--I'm uncombusted and the interview went phenomenally.

Do I still get dorkloves?

[snarkymonkey.livejournal.com]

Yay! Congrats then!! *huggles*

Of course you do! Give me another day and I'll have something for you with semi-smut and cranky dorks. XD ♥♥♥

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

UBERSQUEE.

*waits impatiently*