The Sweet Taste of Victory (PG snippet)
Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 6:58 am
Note: Okay, Francis asked for it and what Francis asks for, she gets. That being said, this is just a bit of fluff, not even a real story. I wrote it a long time ago on a board far, far away, when everyone was mad at CBS. 
Title: The Sweet Taste of Victory
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG
Genre: humor
Disclaimer: Moonlight isn't mine. I make no profit and intend no infringing.
The Sweet Taste of Victory
By Cat Moon
“God damnit!” Josef growled into the telephone receiver at his ear, slamming it down hard enough to crack plastic.
“Problem?” Mick said mildly from his place on the couch, drink in hand.
“I just lost money.”
“And we know Josef hates to lose… anything. Bad business deal?” Mick didn’t really care about that stuff – he preferred a good murder mystery to solve, but he was bored this afternoon.
“I wish. I had some stock in—“Abruptly he shut his mouth, looking embarrassed.
Mick leaned forward, now intrigued. “Stock in what? You know I’ll find out on my own, I am a PI,” he added when his friend seemed disinclined to answer.
Josef muttered something unintelligible, even to vamp ears.
“What was that?”
“I said I had some stock in CBS it took a dive and l lost big time.” He said the words in a rush, all blended together, but Mick had no problem understanding this time.
“You had stock in CBS??” Mick threw back his head and laughed.
“I bought it a long time ago, okay? Now ratings are going down, stock plummeting. Forgot I even had it till I got this call…”
Mick was still laughing gleefully. “Those idiots should have known – you don’t piss off the vampires!”
“No, you don’t,” Josef said with steel promise in his voice. He picked up the phone again. “Heads are gonna roll.”
“To the sweet taste of victory,” Mick toasted with his glass of blood- laced whiskey.
“To vampire solidarity,” Josef said, baring his fangs.
“Rah, rah, rah.”
End end
6/1/08
Title: The Sweet Taste of Victory
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG
Genre: humor
Disclaimer: Moonlight isn't mine. I make no profit and intend no infringing.
The Sweet Taste of Victory
By Cat Moon
“God damnit!” Josef growled into the telephone receiver at his ear, slamming it down hard enough to crack plastic.
“Problem?” Mick said mildly from his place on the couch, drink in hand.
“I just lost money.”
“And we know Josef hates to lose… anything. Bad business deal?” Mick didn’t really care about that stuff – he preferred a good murder mystery to solve, but he was bored this afternoon.
“I wish. I had some stock in—“Abruptly he shut his mouth, looking embarrassed.
Mick leaned forward, now intrigued. “Stock in what? You know I’ll find out on my own, I am a PI,” he added when his friend seemed disinclined to answer.
Josef muttered something unintelligible, even to vamp ears.
“What was that?”
“I said I had some stock in CBS it took a dive and l lost big time.” He said the words in a rush, all blended together, but Mick had no problem understanding this time.
“You had stock in CBS??” Mick threw back his head and laughed.
“I bought it a long time ago, okay? Now ratings are going down, stock plummeting. Forgot I even had it till I got this call…”
Mick was still laughing gleefully. “Those idiots should have known – you don’t piss off the vampires!”
“No, you don’t,” Josef said with steel promise in his voice. He picked up the phone again. “Heads are gonna roll.”
“To the sweet taste of victory,” Mick toasted with his glass of blood- laced whiskey.
“To vampire solidarity,” Josef said, baring his fangs.
“Rah, rah, rah.”
End end
6/1/08
