For anyone who wants to know it, I am still chipping away at Steinway!verse and have not only a new 13K completed fic (in beta) but some 30,000 words in as-yet-incomplete fics (three of them) that should, I hope, round out the 'verse and stop people from tagging it on Delicious with things like "horrible and sad and idk why this author is so mean to Eames, she has ruined everything, and also I think she eats babies". I hope.

Anyway, because I am done writing all the angst for today, have some really woefully incomplete pieces of fic that I wrote some time ago. It was meant to be a sequel to the utterly vapid (but beloved by me) Let Not My Love Be Called Idolatry but I came to realize I couldn't actually have two plotless angstless stories in the same vein, and I was unwilling to traumatize either Eames or Arthur in this 'verse when I am doing it so much in Steinway at the moment.

To recap: sequel, incomplete, and not likely to be completed, at least not in WIP format. I am a total sucky wuss about posting WIPs, hence the long disclaimer. *flails* DON'T BE DISAPPOINTED IN ME OK. This fic-fragment contains R-rated material, and -- more dangerously -- stupid high school kids being stupid. No violence and not really any angst though.

( It's prom, maybe a year later, maybe that same year, idk, I suck at timelines )