| Current mood: | bemused |
| Current music: | 'I'm Breaking Down,' sung by Alison Fraser, Wm. Finn |
| Entry tags: | drabble, falsettos story |
Sweet and Trim - Falsettos drabble
Drabble for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
gamesiplay. Falsettos-fic, possibly even In Trousers fic. Sorry, William Finn. They sure aren't mine.
Pronunciation note: it's not Tree-na. It's Trihnah, like the I in itch. Or bitch.
Trina knew it was a mistake, even as her lips brushed his. Handsome, handsome boy. If only he'd look at her for more than half a moment.
He pushed her away, laughing, charming her even in her disappointment. "What was that?"
"Couldn't you tell?"
"Look -- no. Just -- no."
"But --"
"Marvin," he said. The obstacle that kept her from herself, and kept him from her.
"Fuck him."
"I did," with a grin, so flip, so automatic, and then, more seriously, "I know that's why you hate me."
"I don't -- I really don't."
"It would be better if you could."
"I know."
