...or I could spam LJ.

[marycrawford]

Drabble, x-posted to herc_xena100. One word challenge: 'favor'.

H:tLJ, rated G. 100 words.



Hercules looked at the waiting sculptor and sighed. Salmoneus faced him, hands on hips. "Look, Hercules, you owe me."

"I owe you." Hercules' tone was flat.

Salmoneus sighed. Sometimes the big guy was just slow on the uptake. "Well, of course you do. Remember when I organized that painting competition? For charity? And you agreed to model and then wrecked the artwork and threw paint over everything?"

"Salmoneus, we've been over this. That wasn't me, that was the statue Atalanta made. It came alive and --"

Salmoneus waved his hands. "Yadda yadda yadda. The point is, you owe me. Now strip."

Comments

[kseenaa.livejournal.com]

*grin* Love the ending. ;-)

[marycrawford.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :-)