...and here's another one featuring Sjoerd and mC.
I used nice, clean, lovely words. Any naughtiness in the story is not down to me eg; "slipping him the tongue!"
(Mind you, if that's only 100 words, I'm Dutch!
)Loving Lang Syne
Sjoerd sipped beautifully at his drink and stood loving behind a gin. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel hunky and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how elegant his nose got when he was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Sjoerd knew very well why he was at the party: to see mC.
Ah, mC. Just the thought of her, the chance of a glimpse of her devoted cheek made Sjoerd's heart beat like Romeo and Juliet.
But tonight everyone was masked. Sjoerd peered romantically through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was mC. There, he thought, the woman over by the love, the tall one with the walrus mask. It had to be mC. No one else could look so romantic, even in a walrus mask.
She began to walk Sjoerd's way and Sjoerd started to panic. What if she actually talked to Sjoerd?
mC came right up to Sjoerd and Sjoerd thought that he was going to faint.
"Hello," mC said cheekily. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the cooker," Sjoerd said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so cute.
Just then, a macho voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Sjoerd's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that mC might ...
"Happy New Year!"
mC swept Sjoerd into her arms, bent him on cloud nine, and kissed Sjoerd lovingly, slipping him the tongue and groping his hand.
Sjoerd could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out hilariously and pulled mC's mask off her face. It was mC! "I knew it was you," Sjoerd said and took his own mask off.
"And it's ... you," mC said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Sjoerd watched her go. She would be right back, Sjoerd was sure. Just as soon as she had her punch.
And then they would fall in love.