“…You’re THE Sara Adrien?”
“No, I’m just A Sara Adrien - didn’t you hear we come in six-packs now?”
Context irrelevant, but those two lines must appear. Whether Sara is being sarcastic or literal is up to you.
(#00177)
Sara had never realized she had fans until Thylacine Industries could afford a booth at Genracon.
Five dollars an autograph had only encouraged them.
Ten dollars a picture… she was still seeing spots.
And now she was faced with a seven-year-old Finn the Human (with matching cosplay Jake the Pup) who had come over all FanBoy. “Omigob, omigob, omigob… You’re THE Sara Adrien.”
The rising tides of tired sarcasm washed up out of her throat. “No, I’m just A Sara Adrien - didn’t you hear we come in six-packs, now?”
The junior Finn and his costumed dog didn’t get it. More’s the pity.
He did, however, get an autographed 8x10 in exchange for his photo.
[Muse food remaining: 5 (fic war prompts, 2). Submit a prompt! Ask a question! Buy my stories!]