OTHER EU WRITERS FICS

TRANSLATION

Happy New Year
Night. In a whirlwind of snow storm Stackpole drags Zahn by the scruff. Zahn is hanging helplessly on him. Opened the door, burst into the house. In the embrace Stackpole’s choking Zahn - together under a hot shower, and, seated at a table with Zahn, Stackpole sliced Parmesan cheese, poured wine for each, and said:
“My friend! We have been whipped by lashing blizzards, but we are very pleased with thee: to overcome all obstacles. Come have a drink to continue overcoming all the troubles, we will be together forever, my precious man! Let the gushing rain, snow sweeps, let us succeed!”
“Let's toast the hack-work that Lucas has given to us. For our trash now I personally do not give a penny. A toast to Thrawn - for the first ...”
“For my Isard - on the second!”
“For our happy, faithful tandem!”
“For us, my friend!”
“For us, my friend!”
“You would not believe how happy I am for our co-op exudate, disturbing the minds of all!”
Then he takes off the shelf "Darksaber" and "Jedi Academy" in three very plump volumes; volume after volume he in throws the fire - the books burn before eyes.
“Let in the new year you and me find a successful, collaborative creative fire which brings stable fee - well, happy new year, my friend, my dear!”
For the new portion of tequila they went into the closet, merging into a gentle kiss.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Zahn stuck in snow drifts, no longer presses the pedal - and the wipers cleared the snow sprinkled on the glass. The car has stuck in the snowy haze, the tree huddles from the trunk, but it makes no sense, there is nothing to charge the cell phone; in the snow she will stay overnight.
And Tim obviously did not care. He and Michael went in one bed, "Darksaber" in the fire burnt out, and Zahn snored peacefully.
And Mrs. Stackpole at this moment with a very fake love is by the side of paralyzed mother-in-law - brings the bedpan, switching on a night-light.
And somewhere out there Daala’s father, fat, bald and bearded, chew garlic, swallows pig dripping, everyone was on the new year - but he was not happy.
Knocking on the keyboard with the speed of light! During the night - five author’s sheets ... he already blew three planets and seven more ready to explode. Rode in the chair, crunching his fingers, he reached out and filled two glasses with champaign, and both were immediately swallowed. Then he continued the work (another planet, he blew up).
"It may be that a holiday at someone’s, but I did not finish the novel!
Snow sags from the roof, I should clean it up tomorrow. And what about Zahn? He is also writing? Or is he being congratulated by the fans? Sits with cosplayers at the bar? Drinks Stackpole’s health? Such a storm, and the risk of accidents - let Zahn be swept with snow! Suppose that under a huge snowbank his car becomes his coffin! Three days later the tow truck finds his refrigerator, and there - a stiff corpse, that was unbearably stupid in life and wrote his crap, sloppy, hasty, on a knee, pulled the fantasies about the galactic war out of wine. And how else can we explain this? Only by Zahn’s drunk fervor, such stupidity happened to be composed, as blue red-eyed Thrawn! Surely Tim Zahn saw him in the mirror with a hangover! Enough, stop idling, or you won’t write anything!
Despite the snow around - I was hot, the other words in mind: What a great gift to me would be Zahn's head! I'll hang it on the Christmas tree, having the corpse buried surreptitiously, and my eyes will cherish his unwashed chump for a while!"
Like he felt that somewhere, in this very moment, Zahn and Stackpole - two friends, fraternal minds – were burning "Darksaber" and drinking tequila.
In the morning, seeing Zahn by his side, Michael gasped: "Got laid drunk??" Zahn’s mouth flung open in horror.
That's how they celebrated New Year!