Drabble Challenge


Two Out of Three


by
Lex 'Spork' Tenou


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TITLE: Drabble Challenge

AUTHOR: Lex 'Spork' Tenou

DISCLAIMER: Just a reminder, all of my stories are always published under the CreativeCommons Attribution Non-commercial Share Alike license. This means that so long as you credit me and don't make any money offa it, you can appropriate my ideas. Oh, and I'd really appreciate it, if you DO want to appropriate any of these ideas, if you'd license your story in the same way.

SUMMARY: Drabble Challenge. Drabble is a story either 100 words long or a maximum of 500 words.

TYPE: Kim/Shego

RATING: US: PG-13 / DE: 12

NOTE: To begin - for Mag's pic ‘Lunch‘ for the Kigo100 because it was the first to pop up when I looked at my DA favorites.

Cilghal (C&P'd this time, brat XP) has requested: Something with music. Shego on the piano perhaps or Kim on the guitar. Have them jam out for a bit, before other “activities” take preference.

Sex, drugs and rock and roll as you demand, my friend!

Words: 229


The distinctive riff of Deep Purple's “Smoke on the Water” sounded loudly, singly, in the confined space of the garage. Kim stared in surprise as deft fingers shifted on steel strings, nimbly changing abruptly to the equally singular riff of Jimi Hendrix” “Foxy Lady”. A deep blush stained pale cheeks as Kim recognized the leer on her serenader's face as the slim fingers danced over the frets.

The last note died a slow death, the vibration of the steel strings refusing to still without a fight. Kim shook her head, stupefied.

“When did you learn that?”

Shego shrugged. “Family band. Hego's first big idea for us to use as a cover. Unfortunately, since I and the Wego twins were the only ones with actual musical talent, and Mego was the only proper front man, that meant Hego had to not be on stage…and he did NOT like that.” She gently replaced the guitar on it's stand, arranging the strap to fall behind the body.

“Wait, Mego? Front man?”

“Can you imagine anyone else willing to screech and prance about in painted on pants?”

“…Ew. But valid point.”

“Yep. Thankfully, we quit before Hego realized Mego would make a perfect Axl Rose clone.”

“Somehow, I have problems imagining you as Slash.”

Shego grinned. “I have a top hat around here somewhere if you want to play dress up.”

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