Revenge tastes like Bacardi
Characters: Jared, Jensen, Misha
Classification: humore
Rating: PG-13 (usage of liquor)
Wordcount: 1.3k
Warnings: could be read as slash (J2, Jensen/Misha)
Disclaimer: I own nothing except a few sick!plotbunnys
Summary: Jared is still pissed while Misha hijacked his last prank. Now is the time for payback!
Part 3 of my Prank-Verse
AN: Written for the spn_pic_for_fic prompt #6
I know the story isn't particularly good but it had been lying around way too long on my hard drive and the best-before-date is soon to expire...
Something about Misha was off that morning as he hurried towards their post card wall, a card in one and a strip of duct tape in the other hand. Normally those postcards made by fans weren't sent to the actors so that alone was strange but Misha somehow seemed terrible self conscious about it, too. A faint blush creeping up the cheeks of the very guy that would talk about himself and his co actor having fictional sex in front of hundreds of people without so much as a second thought. Misha had noticed others were watching him and made sure to leave hurriedly as soon as he was finished. The formerly blank spot was now occupied by a strange photo of him. In a loud hawaii shirt. With a funny haircut and bleached hair. And a dumb expression on his face. More than one crew member studied the picture puzzled but whoever tried to ask Misha the actor refused to talk about his reasons for the public display of that embarrassing picture.
~*~
13 hours earlier
Finally Jared had a plan. After his last prank had been hijacked by Misha he was out for revenge. But it was not easy pulling a prank on the self-proclaimed king of the same. But now at last he knew what to do. He just needed the help of Jensen and of a few high spirits named Tequila, Bacardi and Smirnoff.
"Hey, Jen. Gonna do me a favour?"
The shorter actor raised his head from the book he was currently reading and shot his friend a questioning look. "Sure...?"
"Cool. Misha's coming and I thought we could play a prank on him. All you have to do is be yourself and you know, play along. Ok?"
Jensen shrugged. Pulling a prank on Misha sounded fun. And as long as Jared was the one to initiate it he himself would not have to be afraid of payback. "Yeah... I can do that."
~*~
10 hours earlier
They had emptied the first bottle of Tequila and all three man were more than a bit tipsy. They had been talking about everything and anything the last two hours as they always did on such occasions and were just having a really good time. Jared was eager to get his plan started but still they were way too sober. He fetched the second bottle of liquor from the kitchen and poured everyone a generous amount in their glasses. Tomorrow would be the Day of Hangover for Supernatural but now other things mattered. Like getting Misha shitfaced enough to go with his plan. And therefore it was crucial the older actor would drink more than Jensen. Because he needed his friend at least a bit more coherent than Misha and right now Jen looked like he was either going to puke or fall asleep in the next few minutes.
~*~
9 hours earlier
Jared thought it was Jensen's Texan heritage but somehow his friend was still with them. They had emptied another bottle so now three - or four? They kept blurring as soon as he started to count - empty flasks were standing in the middle of the table. It was the right time for his plan.
"Hey, Misha, wanna bet?"
"Sure thin'." the older actor answered with a smug grin. Misha was sure he would win. Because normally he never lost a bet. Because he didn't bet if he wasn't sure about the outcome. So... Somehow he lost track of his train of thought.
"So, I say we think of the most embarrassin' situation of our live. 'n' the one with the most evar is the winner 'n' can make the loser do somethin'. 'kay?" Jared tried really hard to hide his grin as Misha nodded again.
Jared was afraid Jensen would finally succumb to the alcohol in his blood so he was adamant that his friend started.
Although being drunk of his ass Jensen managed to sound remarkably sober when he began his story.
"It was the year I turned twenty. I was in hospital with pneumonia. A really nasty pneumonia. Thought I was gonna die, could not breath, shivering attacks, high spiked fever, nausea 'n' stuff."
Jared made sure to refill Misha's glass while listening to Jensen's narration.
"On my second day it was 'specially nasty. I really thought my last hour'd come. And if I had to die I didn't wanna die a virgin." Jensen giggled and added: "Like Cas...", before he continued his story. "That's what I told the nurse. The very male nurse. I literally begged him to deflower me."
Both Jared and Misha started to laugh and a faint blush was creeping up Jensen's cheeks.
"He told my parents."
Misha laughed even harder and Jared new now came the part he liked most.
"There was talk afterwards. I had been steady with a girl for the better part 'f two years by that time... And my father now believed I was gay. Was hard to convince him of the contrary."
While the elder actor still was doubled over laughing tears Jared filled his glass again.
"Ok, now it's my turn." Jared grinned broadly. He knew his story was at least as embarrassing as Jensen's but one or two drinks more and Misha would hopefully no longer be able to come up with something better. Although technically the event Jared was going to give them was a dream but well, he had never said whatever they were telling had to have happened while awake... He was not cheating, just interpreting the rules...
"The first time I auditioned for a role I was so nervous that I downed a few shots instead of a breakfast. I was nearly drunk, had put on my tee the wrong way and totally forgotten my lines." Jared again poured Misha a generous amount of liquor in his glass before he continued. "There were three or four guys before me and all left the audition room with a disappointed face. Then it was my turn - thank god I remembered my lines. I had to talk to a girl and afterwards kiss her. Soooo, I gave my best performance, slurred whatever I had to say and instead of kissing her I barfed my dinner at her, decorating her enormous cleavage." Jared shot a side glance at Jensen but his friend obviously was to drunk to follow his story and denounce it as a dream so he turned to Misha instead. But the older actor's head was lying on the table in a growing pool of drool. Jared had succeeded drinking Misha Collins under the table! The younger actor blinked but his colleague was still passed out on the table. Jared had won his bet! Yay! He slowly pulled his cell out of his jeans pockets and shot a photo. As proof.
Then Jared started to grin broadly. He announced himself winner and as no one objected he turned to his friend. Jared already knew what Misha had to do first thing in the morning but now was Jensen's turn. "So, I won, I can order you to do somethin'." Jensen just looked at him hazily. "I order you to... to kiss me like you kissed Misha the other day." Because he really was not jealous. He just wanted to know how it would feel.
Classification: humore
Rating: PG-13 (usage of liquor)
Wordcount: 1.3k
Warnings: could be read as slash (J2, Jensen/Misha)
Disclaimer: I own nothing except a few sick!plotbunnys
Summary: Jared is still pissed while Misha hijacked his last prank. Now is the time for payback!
Part 3 of my Prank-Verse
AN: Written for the spn_pic_for_fic prompt #6
I know the story isn't particularly good but it had been lying around way too long on my hard drive and the best-before-date is soon to expire...
Something about Misha was off that morning as he hurried towards their post card wall, a card in one and a strip of duct tape in the other hand. Normally those postcards made by fans weren't sent to the actors so that alone was strange but Misha somehow seemed terrible self conscious about it, too. A faint blush creeping up the cheeks of the very guy that would talk about himself and his co actor having fictional sex in front of hundreds of people without so much as a second thought. Misha had noticed others were watching him and made sure to leave hurriedly as soon as he was finished. The formerly blank spot was now occupied by a strange photo of him. In a loud hawaii shirt. With a funny haircut and bleached hair. And a dumb expression on his face. More than one crew member studied the picture puzzled but whoever tried to ask Misha the actor refused to talk about his reasons for the public display of that embarrassing picture.
~*~
13 hours earlier
Finally Jared had a plan. After his last prank had been hijacked by Misha he was out for revenge. But it was not easy pulling a prank on the self-proclaimed king of the same. But now at last he knew what to do. He just needed the help of Jensen and of a few high spirits named Tequila, Bacardi and Smirnoff.
"Hey, Jen. Gonna do me a favour?"
The shorter actor raised his head from the book he was currently reading and shot his friend a questioning look. "Sure...?"
"Cool. Misha's coming and I thought we could play a prank on him. All you have to do is be yourself and you know, play along. Ok?"
Jensen shrugged. Pulling a prank on Misha sounded fun. And as long as Jared was the one to initiate it he himself would not have to be afraid of payback. "Yeah... I can do that."
~*~
10 hours earlier
They had emptied the first bottle of Tequila and all three man were more than a bit tipsy. They had been talking about everything and anything the last two hours as they always did on such occasions and were just having a really good time. Jared was eager to get his plan started but still they were way too sober. He fetched the second bottle of liquor from the kitchen and poured everyone a generous amount in their glasses. Tomorrow would be the Day of Hangover for Supernatural but now other things mattered. Like getting Misha shitfaced enough to go with his plan. And therefore it was crucial the older actor would drink more than Jensen. Because he needed his friend at least a bit more coherent than Misha and right now Jen looked like he was either going to puke or fall asleep in the next few minutes.
~*~
9 hours earlier
Jared thought it was Jensen's Texan heritage but somehow his friend was still with them. They had emptied another bottle so now three - or four? They kept blurring as soon as he started to count - empty flasks were standing in the middle of the table. It was the right time for his plan.
"Hey, Misha, wanna bet?"
"Sure thin'." the older actor answered with a smug grin. Misha was sure he would win. Because normally he never lost a bet. Because he didn't bet if he wasn't sure about the outcome. So... Somehow he lost track of his train of thought.
"So, I say we think of the most embarrassin' situation of our live. 'n' the one with the most evar is the winner 'n' can make the loser do somethin'. 'kay?" Jared tried really hard to hide his grin as Misha nodded again.
Jared was afraid Jensen would finally succumb to the alcohol in his blood so he was adamant that his friend started.
Although being drunk of his ass Jensen managed to sound remarkably sober when he began his story.
"It was the year I turned twenty. I was in hospital with pneumonia. A really nasty pneumonia. Thought I was gonna die, could not breath, shivering attacks, high spiked fever, nausea 'n' stuff."
Jared made sure to refill Misha's glass while listening to Jensen's narration.
"On my second day it was 'specially nasty. I really thought my last hour'd come. And if I had to die I didn't wanna die a virgin." Jensen giggled and added: "Like Cas...", before he continued his story. "That's what I told the nurse. The very male nurse. I literally begged him to deflower me."
Both Jared and Misha started to laugh and a faint blush was creeping up Jensen's cheeks.
"He told my parents."
Misha laughed even harder and Jared new now came the part he liked most.
"There was talk afterwards. I had been steady with a girl for the better part 'f two years by that time... And my father now believed I was gay. Was hard to convince him of the contrary."
While the elder actor still was doubled over laughing tears Jared filled his glass again.
"Ok, now it's my turn." Jared grinned broadly. He knew his story was at least as embarrassing as Jensen's but one or two drinks more and Misha would hopefully no longer be able to come up with something better. Although technically the event Jared was going to give them was a dream but well, he had never said whatever they were telling had to have happened while awake... He was not cheating, just interpreting the rules...
"The first time I auditioned for a role I was so nervous that I downed a few shots instead of a breakfast. I was nearly drunk, had put on my tee the wrong way and totally forgotten my lines." Jared again poured Misha a generous amount of liquor in his glass before he continued. "There were three or four guys before me and all left the audition room with a disappointed face. Then it was my turn - thank god I remembered my lines. I had to talk to a girl and afterwards kiss her. Soooo, I gave my best performance, slurred whatever I had to say and instead of kissing her I barfed my dinner at her, decorating her enormous cleavage." Jared shot a side glance at Jensen but his friend obviously was to drunk to follow his story and denounce it as a dream so he turned to Misha instead. But the older actor's head was lying on the table in a growing pool of drool. Jared had succeeded drinking Misha Collins under the table! The younger actor blinked but his colleague was still passed out on the table. Jared had won his bet! Yay! He slowly pulled his cell out of his jeans pockets and shot a photo. As proof.
Then Jared started to grin broadly. He announced himself winner and as no one objected he turned to his friend. Jared already knew what Misha had to do first thing in the morning but now was Jensen's turn. "So, I won, I can order you to do somethin'." Jensen just looked at him hazily. "I order you to... to kiss me like you kissed Misha the other day." Because he really was not jealous. He just wanted to know how it would feel.