Drabble: Reindeer Games
Jun. 9th, 2006 11:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
speaker_to_customersOne more night of work to go and then I can get on with the WIPs. In the meantime here is a mind-blowingly stupid drabble that could just about be described as Spike/Lorne friendship if you really stretched a point. 100 words, rating G.
The bar was the primary hang-out for perhaps the smallest ethnic group in Los Angeles; Sámi immigrants from the Arctic North of Scandinavia. The Sámi dancers, in their traditional knee-length frock coats of bright blue fringed with red and gold, gyrated and circled and stamped their reindeer-skin boots to the sounds of joik chanting and the beating of reindeer-hide drums.
Spike stared around the bar with his eyebrows raised in bemusement. “You know,” he said to Lorne, “this isn’t quite what I thought you meant when you suggested that we go out to a club that specialized in Lapp dancing.”
Reindeer Games
The bar was the primary hang-out for perhaps the smallest ethnic group in Los Angeles; Sámi immigrants from the Arctic North of Scandinavia. The Sámi dancers, in their traditional knee-length frock coats of bright blue fringed with red and gold, gyrated and circled and stamped their reindeer-skin boots to the sounds of joik chanting and the beating of reindeer-hide drums.
Spike stared around the bar with his eyebrows raised in bemusement. “You know,” he said to Lorne, “this isn’t quite what I thought you meant when you suggested that we go out to a club that specialized in Lapp dancing.”
