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Title: Disposal Procedures, Step 1: Appropriate Footwear
Rating: PGish for the barest suggested sexuality.
Characters/Pairings: Pam, Jessica; hint of Pam/Jessica.
Word Count: 107
Spoilers: Spoilers for 3.1 in that it references Jessica's plight covered in that episode; my drabble deviates from the established story, however.
Disclaimer: Neither True Blood nor the Southern Vampire Mysteries are my sandboxes; I just like playing in them. All fun, no profit.
Summary: Pam's vanity for shoes extends to encompass her associates.
Pam and Jessica entered the department store.
"I thought we were goin' for a chainsaw," whined the younger vampire, her deathly pallor a shocking contrast to the fire of her hair under the fluorescent lights. Pam's fingers tightened on Jessica's elbow as she fought the urge to finger those burning locks.
"Honey, please," she drawled. "I know you have a body issue, but that's no excuse for..." Her eyes flicked downward, eyeing Jessica's lackluster heels with vain disdain. "...those."
"My shoes?" Jessica couldn't shove any more incredulity into her voice if she tried.
"There's nothing worth doing if it's not done in fantastic pumps." Pam sashayed ahead.
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Rating: PGish for the barest suggested sexuality.
Characters/Pairings: Pam, Jessica; hint of Pam/Jessica.
Word Count: 107
Spoilers: Spoilers for 3.1 in that it references Jessica's plight covered in that episode; my drabble deviates from the established story, however.
Disclaimer: Neither True Blood nor the Southern Vampire Mysteries are my sandboxes; I just like playing in them. All fun, no profit.
Summary: Pam's vanity for shoes extends to encompass her associates.
Pam and Jessica entered the department store.
"I thought we were goin' for a chainsaw," whined the younger vampire, her deathly pallor a shocking contrast to the fire of her hair under the fluorescent lights. Pam's fingers tightened on Jessica's elbow as she fought the urge to finger those burning locks.
"Honey, please," she drawled. "I know you have a body issue, but that's no excuse for..." Her eyes flicked downward, eyeing Jessica's lackluster heels with vain disdain. "...those."
"My shoes?" Jessica couldn't shove any more incredulity into her voice if she tried.
"There's nothing worth doing if it's not done in fantastic pumps." Pam sashayed ahead.
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