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the song drabble meme

It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!

( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!

Take as long as you need; there's no time limits here!
And here's some helpful HTML to make it pretty!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

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2190. Ed & Ava.

[2190] NO ONE KNOWS -- Mark Ronson feat. Domino Kirke

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[ We get some rules to follow
That and this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_31lpROkV0), these and those
And no one knows ]

God only knew how Ed had ended up babysitting.

No one called it that, of course, but "forced to sit next to their rival CEO's blonde socialite daughter"? Essentially babysitting.

She had some sort of perfunctory position in the company's international-marketing department, and seemed to be a fixture in the society pages. Frankly, she seemed to be there because she was blonde and gorgeous, not because she'd actually contribute anything to the discussion, but it didn't really matter. The dinner was a formality, anyway; the deal had been all but signed a week ago, and this was just a chance to smooth out any last-minute hiccups that may have come up over the past few days.

Ed couldn't really be bothered to remember her name. Something starting with an A. Alice or Alexandra or something equally common. She seemed polite enough at first, managing to suffer through the painfully stilted smalltalk with an only-slightly-fake smile on her face. Her end of the conversation was only relatively banal, and managed not to center entirely on herself. She seemed fairly aware of current events, at least, and she asked questions about his job that demonstrated at least a perfunctory interest.

It was going much better than he'd expected, really, which was why Ed was very, very confused when Ava--that was her name, Ava--stood up after exactly fifty-eight minutes of conversation. (The appetizers hadn't even arrived yet. What was she doing?)

"What are you doing?"

"Leaving," Ava said matter-of-factly, grabbing her clutch.

"Don't get me wrong, it's been fun, but you're not sitting next to me because they need your coding expertise. You're only here because I'm here, and I've already put in my contractually-obligated appearance as of… right… now," Ava said, (rather melodramatically) checking her cell phone's screen for the time. "I'm done. That means you're done, too, and you might as well consider this your official invitation to the jazz club three blocks down."

"I mean. Unless you want to stick around," she continued faux-innocently, tipping her head to one side and widening her eyes.

Ed wasn't entirely sure how she had managed to receive an entire personality transplant between 9:56 and 9:58… but really, he was okay with this.

"I'm in."

"Excellent," Ava said, giving him an alarmingly toothy grin before turning on her heel and heading for the door.

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Re: [2190] NO ONE KNOWS -- Mark Ronson feat. Domino Kirke

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I never said how much I loved this OFFICIALLY, so consider it official than I've peed my pants with joy and love over this. IT. IS. CANON. THE END.