DE: Arrr, Late Morning

[bjornwilde]

 Running late so I'm going with a classic today, Prompts! Tag in with what pups you'd like to play with and we'll give you prompts for a writing blurb of whatever length suits your muse. Can't think of a prompt? Set your MP3 player/program, radio or internet streaming service to shuffle and give us a song title!

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[gavin62truck]

Voodoo - Stay On It
John - How Long Blues
Mako - Shine

Voodoo // Stay On It

[boston_bruiser]

"Jesus Christ, Voodoo. When I tell you to 'stay on' someone, I mean tail them. I don't mean PIT them so hard half the fucking engine block's on the street."

The safehouse was nondescript, like all the rest. Mother sat behind a barren desk in a barren room, massaging his temples as sweat rolled over his watch and down his hairy forearm. Voodoo leaned against the wall, hands behind his back, the ball of his foot rolling in the dust as his eyes darted back and forth from the lone window to Mother.

"He was making a break for it, Mom."

"At a red light?"

"...he looked like he might've made a break for it."

Mother sighed and crossed his arms, cocking his head at Voodoo and pursing his lips. "'Looked like he might've made a break for it'. Just what the fuck does that mean?"

"He might've made a break for it once the light was green."

"In what? A 30-year-old Datsun?"

"It looked like a pretty souped-up Datsun."

"'Souped-up Datsun'. Voodoo, if I didn't have the DIA down my goddamn throat, I'd congratulate you on coming up with an oxymoron that perfect."

"Sorry, boss."

"No you're not."

"...I actually kinda am this time."