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Male Obsessions

Male ObsessionsDawn was fast realising that she had a lot to learn when it came to male obsessions.

Michael was even more of a Star Wars nut than Andrew. She only wished that their current conversation — about the number of janitorial staff required to keep the Death Star running — wasn't killing off brain cells she needed for important information, like remembering her own name.

Looking around the warehouse she spotted Spike examining an Ankor demon funereal urn, a PDA-wielding woman trailing in his wake like a love-struck puppy.

Dawn chuckled, feeling that she'd got the better deal on assistants after all.

open_on_sundaychallenge #79: work
Part of the Rome!verse, the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse


30th Sep, 2004 23:50 (UTC)
See, I don't keep up with your journal for a few days, and suddenly, everyone is sitting around discussing the janitorial staff of the Death Star.
30th Sep, 2004 23:54 (UTC)
Ignore my multiple comments. It seems like LJ is determined to make my life hard tonight.
1st Oct, 2004 01:35 (UTC)
LJ is funny that way sometimes.