I've been trying, trying so hard to knock down the draft of the final Chris/Georgi story and it's still not done because I keep having to stop and work on exchange stories. Also, even though I know what I have to write, I just can't seem to get to the end of it -- it's like when you have a big bowl of salad and no matter how much you eat the bowl never seems to get any emptier. But I have a day and a bit free before I have to start the next exchange story so maybe this time.
This will be the terrible first draft, mind you. Which is pretty much a bag of cold mashed potatoes that I will then have to bash and kick until it's moulded into a breathtaking marble statue. (Part of the process will be removing metaphors like that one.)
Because I find this story so difficult to write, my brain keeps trying to distract me with ideas for less taxing side stories, some of which are useful and good and on the list for later. But then there was this one:
Chris & Georgi Go To Monte Carlo
Chris: *slaps Georgi's ass* Dress up nice because you'll be on the arm of a high roller tonight.
Georgi: The Russian is the high roller, you Swiss geek. You're my arm candy tonight.
Chris: Well, I am prettier than you. But I'm the one who has a system!
Georgi: See? I got some temporary tattoos to look tough!
Chris: If Victor were here, he'd let me be the high roller.
Georgi: If Victor were here, you'd both be my arm candy.
Chris: Could you say that again but into my phone this time?
Georgi: *looks justifiably suspicious*
Chris: I want to record you agreeing to a threesome with Victor.
Georgi: *rolls his eyes* Fine, high roller. But if your system works, I'm expecting some diamonds.
Spoiler: Chris's system did not work.