For
elladansgirl
Title: All Dressed Up with Nowhere to Go
Fandom: Real person
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 200 word double drabble
Note: This fic is for
elladansgirl
Summary: Viggo tries to have some fun.
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ALL DRESSED UP WITH NOWHERE TO GO
Viggo had been so busy for the last several months that he hadn’t gotten a chance to ride at all. It seemed the more success he had, the less time he had for the things he truly enjoyed.
Not that he wanted to be a starving artist. He enjoyed having money enough not to worry about where his next meal was coming from.
He decided to take the weekend off, go riding, call some old friends, have some fun.
He called his son but Henry was out doing his own thing with his friends. No matter how cool your dad is, he is still your dad and therefore not *really* cool. He called his ex, still a great friend, but she was working on a new song and didn’t want to interrupt the flow.
He decided to call the elf. The only problem with that was the elf was in England, getting ready for some stage work, something he wanted to do for a long time and now seemed to have the time.
Viggo sat back as he hung up the phone and smiled. He poured himself a cup of coffee and reached for the new script on the table.
~end~
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Title: All Dressed Up with Nowhere to Go
Fandom: Real person
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 200 word double drabble
Note: This fic is for
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Summary: Viggo tries to have some fun.
~~
ALL DRESSED UP WITH NOWHERE TO GO
Viggo had been so busy for the last several months that he hadn’t gotten a chance to ride at all. It seemed the more success he had, the less time he had for the things he truly enjoyed.
Not that he wanted to be a starving artist. He enjoyed having money enough not to worry about where his next meal was coming from.
He decided to take the weekend off, go riding, call some old friends, have some fun.
He called his son but Henry was out doing his own thing with his friends. No matter how cool your dad is, he is still your dad and therefore not *really* cool. He called his ex, still a great friend, but she was working on a new song and didn’t want to interrupt the flow.
He decided to call the elf. The only problem with that was the elf was in England, getting ready for some stage work, something he wanted to do for a long time and now seemed to have the time.
Viggo sat back as he hung up the phone and smiled. He poured himself a cup of coffee and reached for the new script on the table.
~end~