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Title: I find titles a lovely… erm… concept… but I suck at picking titles…so Adina came up with it…pam pam… “You label me, I'll poster you”
Pairing: Smaranda and her pillow, probably
Rating: R… Bican’s ass is a character of this fic… a very indecent one, may I add.
Disclaimer: Might seem realistic +other synonyms… but the ‘we are making a promo poster” is soooo fiction…
Notes: wrote on our lovely Yahoo Mess by yr favourite two bloggers, Nancy and Adine.

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“No, pork has way too much cholesterol even for our binge drinking fans.”

Adina was looking at the computer screen, straight at a photo for the apparently new Split Infinitive promo poster. Bican was all over the place.

Nancy frowned. She had hoped this would be their last meeting on the subject. She hated having to pick photos and Adina disagreeing with her choices.

Bican walked in the small room, holding a pack of Winston cigarettes and placed them in front of Nancy.

“Here, smoke some REAL ciggies”. And then turning his look to the screen “Damn, that is one of my coolest photos. Perfect poster indeed.”

“If you really want to feel reality, shove them up your arse.” Adina was fascinated by the smoothness of her lit Dunhill Fine Cut. Nancy was wandering where Smaranda was.

“And come on dude, I think even our binge drinking fans are sick of your face.” Nancy was looking for her cell phone. Damn, it always seemed she couldn’t find it when she really needed it.

“Pork has cholesterol. And only looking at you it makes my level go up.”

“Where the hell are you? We have an emergency.” Nancy whispered in her phone.

“What's wrong this time?” Smaranda said on the other phone at the other end of the phone…and it was like you could hear her eyes rolling over her head.

“Well...Adina's already on the rebound with her most recent ex.. and now Bican is in the room. Figure that out!”. In the background, Smaranda could hear Bican’s indefinite mumble and Adina’s rambling

“Ouh, that! Honey, you should've said 911 from your first breath.”

Nancy left her head fall on the desk, making a heavy noise. However, the other two didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Seeing the utter indifference, Nancy got up and headed for the door. But as she was about to lay her hand on the door knob, someone opened the door from the outside and hit Nancy. Now THAT stopped the argument.

“Oh, sorry, love”. Boske’s head appeared from behind the door.

“Right!”.

“Erm, got a call from the label. Seems like they want the poster as soon as possible.”

“Got a call from the mental institution. Seems like they want these two lunatics back.”

“She’s the lunatic! Not I! She’s always saying mean stuff about me. I have some dignity…”

“Oh, you know the word. Wander if you know the meaning….” Adina replied before Bican could finish his sentence.

“Ah, no! NO! NOT again.” Nancy yelled. “I have a headache and it ain’t because of the door.”

“Didn’t we agree professionals will take care of this?”.

“Yeah, Boske, but… remember… We also reached the conclusion that we are… what is the word… artistic enough to handle every little thing about our career. And mature enough.” And saying that, Nancy walked out the door. She briefly came back. “Don’t wait up.”

“Now you had to ruin it all up!”

“I did it? You insane idiosyncratic bi...”. But yet again, Bican was interrupted.

Boske uttered a piercing shriek.

“Cut it out you 2 or I'll stop drinking beer for a week and then I'll see you handle some REAL problems! More real then your narcissistic Winston cigars!”

“I'm sick with your insane demands…” Bican said in a low voice.

“Oh don't go all quoty mood on me! I gave you the Allen Ginsberg poem, America”,

Adina said making a face. “You'll forever go to loser town always get drunk never get laid”.

“Had enough of this!” Bican’s voice covered Adina’s.

The sound of “Golden Skans” made them all look around the room. Boske saw Nancy’s mobile on the desk. Bican, who was closer, picked it up and answered.

“Hello”, he said dryly. “No. No, we did not settle upon a photo…. Yes, I know we had promised we’d e done by last week…. Yes, I will try may best…. Eh, no, I do not know where she is… Yes, thank you… Goodbye”.

“Label, huh?”. Adina said smugly.

“Shall we look over the photos again… Maybe we’ll find a better one.” Bican replied, but added in a lower voice “though I doubt it.”