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shapinglightA while back, I asked people for fic prompts. Not a lot has come of them because I'm still struggling with my writing. Today, for instance, I wrote 1200 words of the next in my Spike/Giles AU season 7 series, which, yes, sounds good, but every single word felt like blood squeezed out of a stone and I was so desperate to stop that carrying on was like a form of mental torture.
But anyway, I did write a drabble from one of the prompts. It's a sort of companion piece to Size Matters, in which a clueless Buffy runs foul of an obscure(ish) Britishism. This isn't quite the same, in that I don't think tea duelling is an obscure Britishism. I've been a Brit all my life and I'd never heard of it until![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daiseechain gave me the prompt. However, if I haven't heard of it, I thought there was a good chance that Buffy wouldn't have either.
The rules for tea duelling are (apparently), as follows:
You face your opponent down across a table, each of you with a cup of hot, milky, tea in front of you, dunk your regulation rich tea biscuit into the tea up to a minimum of 3/4 of the biscuit length for a count of five seconds. Then you pull your biscuit out and the last person to eat the biscuit without having it splosh all over them is the winner. Managing to eat the biscuit is called a 'Nom'.
Setting: The usual bonkers AU BtVS-verse
Pairing: Spike/Giles (or possibly Spike and Giles, it hardly matters)
Rating: G
Author's note: the preamble is at least three times as long as the actual fic. How embarrassing!
Tea Wars
"All right, Watcher, let's see what you got."
Buffy paused on the threshold. That didn't sound good.
"Enough talk. Choose your weapon," Giles growled.
"Noo!" Buffy barrelled across the room, knocking Spike down and pinning him to the rug. "Don't be a dumbass, Giles. You can't fight Spike. You're way too old. It's suicide."
There was a stunned silence. Then Giles said, "Botheration!"
Buffy looked Giles's way. There was spilt tea all over the table and Giles was splattered with soggy cookie. "Huh?"
Spike smirked. "Thanks for the assist, Slayer." He wolfed down his own crumbling cookie. "Nom. I win."
But anyway, I did write a drabble from one of the prompts. It's a sort of companion piece to Size Matters, in which a clueless Buffy runs foul of an obscure(ish) Britishism. This isn't quite the same, in that I don't think tea duelling is an obscure Britishism. I've been a Brit all my life and I'd never heard of it until
daiseechain gave me the prompt. However, if I haven't heard of it, I thought there was a good chance that Buffy wouldn't have either. The rules for tea duelling are (apparently), as follows:
You face your opponent down across a table, each of you with a cup of hot, milky, tea in front of you, dunk your regulation rich tea biscuit into the tea up to a minimum of 3/4 of the biscuit length for a count of five seconds. Then you pull your biscuit out and the last person to eat the biscuit without having it splosh all over them is the winner. Managing to eat the biscuit is called a 'Nom'.
Setting: The usual bonkers AU BtVS-verse
Pairing: Spike/Giles (or possibly Spike and Giles, it hardly matters)
Rating: G
Author's note: the preamble is at least three times as long as the actual fic. How embarrassing!
Tea Wars
"All right, Watcher, let's see what you got."
Buffy paused on the threshold. That didn't sound good.
"Enough talk. Choose your weapon," Giles growled.
"Noo!" Buffy barrelled across the room, knocking Spike down and pinning him to the rug. "Don't be a dumbass, Giles. You can't fight Spike. You're way too old. It's suicide."
There was a stunned silence. Then Giles said, "Botheration!"
Buffy looked Giles's way. There was spilt tea all over the table and Giles was splattered with soggy cookie. "Huh?"
Spike smirked. "Thanks for the assist, Slayer." He wolfed down his own crumbling cookie. "Nom. I win."