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elrhiarhodanTitle: Dripping With Evilness
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Mozzie, June Ellington
Prompt #070 – Roll
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 – Exactly
Summary: Mozzie meets his downfall. Written for the WC100 Anniversary Challenge.
A/N: No beta, all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
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Moz knew this wasn’t a good idea, but June asked so little of him and she gave so much.
A trip to Costco in Yonkers wasn’t too much of an inconvenience. He didn’t mind pushing the cart, and there was always interesting things to see and touch. Except that some of June’s purchases baffled him. What did anyone need with so much mayonnaise? Or a five pound can of salmon? Or a package of six bunches of celery and four cartons of seasoned bread crumbs?
And Moz would rather not think about the hens that laid all of those eggs. All three dozen of them.
Everything would have been fine if June hadn’t asked him to run over to the Bakery section and get some hamburger buns. Four dozen, if you please. He came to a skidding halt, plastic bags of industrial baked goods in hand. There they were, on the table, so innocent. Dripping with evilness. Or rather, cream cheese frosting.
The sign called them Gooey Cinnamon Rolls. They should have been labeled Baked Goods of Doom.
He stared at the piles of plastic cartons and thought of all the reasons why he needed to turn around, take the hamburger buns to June, who was waiting at the register. He reminded himself that the devil does walk in this world, and its footprints are spiral shaped, filled with sugar and spice and everything nice.
Moz licked his lips and clenched his fists. The top box in the third row had so much extra icing that he could eat it with a spoon.
That night, as he passed out in a sugar coma, he thought he saw the devil. It took the box with the last cinnamon roll out of the trash and put it on the counter.
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Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Mozzie, June Ellington
Prompt #070 – Roll
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 – Exactly
Summary: Mozzie meets his downfall. Written for the WC100 Anniversary Challenge.
A/N: No beta, all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Moz knew this wasn’t a good idea, but June asked so little of him and she gave so much.
A trip to Costco in Yonkers wasn’t too much of an inconvenience. He didn’t mind pushing the cart, and there was always interesting things to see and touch. Except that some of June’s purchases baffled him. What did anyone need with so much mayonnaise? Or a five pound can of salmon? Or a package of six bunches of celery and four cartons of seasoned bread crumbs?
And Moz would rather not think about the hens that laid all of those eggs. All three dozen of them.
Everything would have been fine if June hadn’t asked him to run over to the Bakery section and get some hamburger buns. Four dozen, if you please. He came to a skidding halt, plastic bags of industrial baked goods in hand. There they were, on the table, so innocent. Dripping with evilness. Or rather, cream cheese frosting.
The sign called them Gooey Cinnamon Rolls. They should have been labeled Baked Goods of Doom.
He stared at the piles of plastic cartons and thought of all the reasons why he needed to turn around, take the hamburger buns to June, who was waiting at the register. He reminded himself that the devil does walk in this world, and its footprints are spiral shaped, filled with sugar and spice and everything nice.
Moz licked his lips and clenched his fists. The top box in the third row had so much extra icing that he could eat it with a spoon.
That night, as he passed out in a sugar coma, he thought he saw the devil. It took the box with the last cinnamon roll out of the trash and put it on the counter.
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Date: 2012-07-09 07:53 pm (UTC)ROTFL *dies* This is so awesome.
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Date: 2012-07-10 02:05 am (UTC)I love Mozzie with June; they are both in their way very strong people even with their baggage.
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Date: 2012-07-10 03:50 am (UTC)Now I'm going to have nightmares about devils dancing along aisles with sky high shelving filled with tremendous jars of mayo
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Date: 2012-07-10 05:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-10 06:26 am (UTC)I forgot to add: Yonkers!\o/ Been there :D :D :D
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Date: 2012-07-10 12:34 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2012-07-10 12:35 pm (UTC)I loved that line too...even though I wrote it.
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Date: 2012-07-10 12:35 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2012-07-10 12:36 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2012-07-10 12:36 pm (UTC)We've all been there, right?
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