Milkshake Mustache (Challenge Fic)
Marshall couldn’t remember who started it, but it was on. He wasn’t one to turn down a challenge, no matter how old the person was. Or in this case, how young the person was. A challenge was a challenge, and Marshall wasn’t holding back. No matter how many rounds it went into, three, four, or five, Marshall was the eye of the tiger.
So maybe a funny face making contest wasn’t really that “challenging” and it really didn’t take that much “skill”, but to Marshall, everything was all or nothing.
It had started out harmless really, one afternoon Marshall stopped into a McDonald’s restaurant down the street from his house with his boyfriend Cash. They were going to wait for the rest of their band to show up so they could go to their house to practice. While standing in line, Marshall saw a little girl at a table eating French fries. He gave her a small smile to which she stuck two fries into her nose and smiled back. Marshall chuckled a little and told Cash to keep his spot while he went to get straws. He grabbed four straws, one for each of them and two for his funny face he had planned.
Walking back to his boyfriend, he took the paper off of two of the straws and handed the other two to Cash who looked at him confused. Marshall gave him a small smile and placed the two straws in his mouth so that they were sticking down. He turned to the girl and waited till she looked up at him and started barking like a walrus, even smacking the back of his hands together like a walrus. Everyone in the place turned to look at Marshall, and Cash started laughing and so did the girl.
“Hey Cash? What happened to you boyfriend?” Singer asked when the trio arrived. Marshall was just in the middle of a rather long bark that kind of sounded like he was sick or something. Definitely not a healthy walrus.
“He’s just genetically confused. Alex, people say you look like a dolphin, not a walrus.” Cash wrapped his arms around Marshall and put a hand to his forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Cash, he was just barking like a walrus, no he’s not okay. He’s an idiot.” Johnson came over and pulled the straws out from his mouth. “What are you doing, kid?”
Marshall smiled and turned to see the little girl, still recovering from her fits of laughter. Marshall turned back to his friends and said, “I win.”
“Okay whatever you say Marsh.” Singer moved ahead of them in line and the rest of them followed. “Take him back to the house Cash, before he thinks he’s a lion and starts roaring at people.”
Marshall didn’t protest when Cash began to lead him out the door. He had won the first battle, but he knew this wasn’t over yet.
The next match up would come three days later. It was a rather hot day and Marshall had lost a bet to his band mates and was forced to get them all Mcflurries. Cash had offered to go with him, but he was okay with going by himself. In Marshall’s opinion, Cash was just worried he would make a fool out of himself again.
He walked into the restaurant reaching into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet when he looked to his side and saw the little girl sitting at the same table she had been the other day. And by the face she was giving, Alex knew it was on. The bell for round two had just been rung.
Alex went up to the counter to order the ice creams, and started preparing himself for his funny face. He turned around to give it his best, but the girl had sent him a sucker punch.
The little girl had taken her milkshake and created a mustache that could only be described as impressive. (No matter how many times Marshall tried as a kid, he could never get that to work.) She started to say “ho ho ho” and an elderly couple sitting next to them awed. Oh yeah that’s fair, Marshall thought, a little girl trying to be Santa Clause. Totally fair.
He stood there in disbelief, the lady behind the counter trying to get his attention.
“Let me takes these. Alex get out of lala land,” Cash said snapping his fingers in front of Marshall’s face. “You are staring at a little girl, you look like a pedophile.” Cash grabbed the Mcflurries and Marshall quickly took some out of his hands.
“Sorry, just, she started it Cash,” Marshall said with a pout. Cash laughed and gave Marshall a quick kiss on the cheek. Cash and Marshall returned home with less then happy band mates awaiting their Mcflurries. Marshall tried to explain the situation, but all he got was laughs. Though, Cash being as amazing as he is, told Marshall that he would help him get her back.
Days went by and Marshall became distracted by all the band things going around. Marshall couldn’t even remember the last time he saw the light of day. His days were spent either in his living room producing their new CD, in the basement that they had converted into a studio (some what) recording, or in the bedroom with Cash and you can fill in that the blank as to what they were doing there.
But oh no, Marshall didn’t forget the girl. He was training. This was Rocky Marshall style.
Cash was off one night to manage his restaurant, and wouldn’t be home till later that night. The rest of the band had returned to their respective homes to catch up with their family. Alex spent the day catching up on the much needed sleep and watching random movies on the TV. It was getting late, and Marshall wasn’t really in the mood to cook anything, so he decided to go and get some chicken selects from McDonalds.
There was a rather short line and Alex got his food quickly and decided to eat there instead of in an empty house. He took a seat at a empty table near the window and noticed the little girl walking in with her father. She gave him a knowing look and Alex knew what he had to do to end this all.
Marshall was about to get up when he felt his phone vibrate and he took it out and looked at the screen. He had a text from Cash, and decided that was more important then the funny face competition finals that was about to go down.
From Cash:
Marshall, where are you? You could have told me first that you were leaving, and not give me a heart attack when i come home to an empty house.
Marshall texted back a reply, before shoving his phone back into his pocket.
To Cash:
A little girl and i are having a face making battle in mcdonalds.
While she and her father ordered Marshall went to the condiment stand and began taking a few packets of what he would need to win. He looked at the girl once more and she looked back at him. He went back to his food and waited till she was seated with her food, then it was time for the final show down. And when Alex was done with his plan, so was the battle. She was out.
Marshall had taken condiments from the packets on the table and put them all over his face; red ketchup for lip stick, yellow mustard for eye shadow and mayonnaise as blush. He even put pickles for earrings, and she was out for the count. He looked like the joker from Batman, only way more feminine. She couldn’t contend to an almost twenty year old young adult decorating his face with condiments to the point where it looked like he was trying to be a girl but failed epically. But instead of getting awes, he got random looks from everyone else in the place and he even heard two girls behind the counter giggling. But that didn’t matter, he just won.
He felt another vibration as he was throwing out the empty box that his food had came in and walked out the door.
From Cash:
Alex, play nice.
Marshall typed out a message with a big smile that had “I totally just kick someone’s ass” written all over it.
To Cash:
She started it, but I totally finished it.
Alex continued his walk home till he got to the door of their house. He noticed that his keys must have been in the house and he knocked on the door waiting for Cash to answer. What he didn’t notice was the fake make-up that covered his face still.
Cash opened the door with a look of disbelief. He sighed and shook his head grabbing the bridge of his nose. “Great, my boyfriend is a cross-dressing pedophile condiment clown.”
So maybe a funny face making contest wasn’t really that “challenging” and it really didn’t take that much “skill”, but to Marshall, everything was all or nothing.
It had started out harmless really, one afternoon Marshall stopped into a McDonald’s restaurant down the street from his house with his boyfriend Cash. They were going to wait for the rest of their band to show up so they could go to their house to practice. While standing in line, Marshall saw a little girl at a table eating French fries. He gave her a small smile to which she stuck two fries into her nose and smiled back. Marshall chuckled a little and told Cash to keep his spot while he went to get straws. He grabbed four straws, one for each of them and two for his funny face he had planned.
Walking back to his boyfriend, he took the paper off of two of the straws and handed the other two to Cash who looked at him confused. Marshall gave him a small smile and placed the two straws in his mouth so that they were sticking down. He turned to the girl and waited till she looked up at him and started barking like a walrus, even smacking the back of his hands together like a walrus. Everyone in the place turned to look at Marshall, and Cash started laughing and so did the girl.
“Hey Cash? What happened to you boyfriend?” Singer asked when the trio arrived. Marshall was just in the middle of a rather long bark that kind of sounded like he was sick or something. Definitely not a healthy walrus.
“He’s just genetically confused. Alex, people say you look like a dolphin, not a walrus.” Cash wrapped his arms around Marshall and put a hand to his forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Cash, he was just barking like a walrus, no he’s not okay. He’s an idiot.” Johnson came over and pulled the straws out from his mouth. “What are you doing, kid?”
Marshall smiled and turned to see the little girl, still recovering from her fits of laughter. Marshall turned back to his friends and said, “I win.”
“Okay whatever you say Marsh.” Singer moved ahead of them in line and the rest of them followed. “Take him back to the house Cash, before he thinks he’s a lion and starts roaring at people.”
Marshall didn’t protest when Cash began to lead him out the door. He had won the first battle, but he knew this wasn’t over yet.
The next match up would come three days later. It was a rather hot day and Marshall had lost a bet to his band mates and was forced to get them all Mcflurries. Cash had offered to go with him, but he was okay with going by himself. In Marshall’s opinion, Cash was just worried he would make a fool out of himself again.
He walked into the restaurant reaching into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet when he looked to his side and saw the little girl sitting at the same table she had been the other day. And by the face she was giving, Alex knew it was on. The bell for round two had just been rung.
Alex went up to the counter to order the ice creams, and started preparing himself for his funny face. He turned around to give it his best, but the girl had sent him a sucker punch.
The little girl had taken her milkshake and created a mustache that could only be described as impressive. (No matter how many times Marshall tried as a kid, he could never get that to work.) She started to say “ho ho ho” and an elderly couple sitting next to them awed. Oh yeah that’s fair, Marshall thought, a little girl trying to be Santa Clause. Totally fair.
He stood there in disbelief, the lady behind the counter trying to get his attention.
“Let me takes these. Alex get out of lala land,” Cash said snapping his fingers in front of Marshall’s face. “You are staring at a little girl, you look like a pedophile.” Cash grabbed the Mcflurries and Marshall quickly took some out of his hands.
“Sorry, just, she started it Cash,” Marshall said with a pout. Cash laughed and gave Marshall a quick kiss on the cheek. Cash and Marshall returned home with less then happy band mates awaiting their Mcflurries. Marshall tried to explain the situation, but all he got was laughs. Though, Cash being as amazing as he is, told Marshall that he would help him get her back.
Days went by and Marshall became distracted by all the band things going around. Marshall couldn’t even remember the last time he saw the light of day. His days were spent either in his living room producing their new CD, in the basement that they had converted into a studio (some what) recording, or in the bedroom with Cash and you can fill in that the blank as to what they were doing there.
But oh no, Marshall didn’t forget the girl. He was training. This was Rocky Marshall style.
Cash was off one night to manage his restaurant, and wouldn’t be home till later that night. The rest of the band had returned to their respective homes to catch up with their family. Alex spent the day catching up on the much needed sleep and watching random movies on the TV. It was getting late, and Marshall wasn’t really in the mood to cook anything, so he decided to go and get some chicken selects from McDonalds.
There was a rather short line and Alex got his food quickly and decided to eat there instead of in an empty house. He took a seat at a empty table near the window and noticed the little girl walking in with her father. She gave him a knowing look and Alex knew what he had to do to end this all.
Marshall was about to get up when he felt his phone vibrate and he took it out and looked at the screen. He had a text from Cash, and decided that was more important then the funny face competition finals that was about to go down.
From Cash:
Marshall, where are you? You could have told me first that you were leaving, and not give me a heart attack when i come home to an empty house.
Marshall texted back a reply, before shoving his phone back into his pocket.
To Cash:
A little girl and i are having a face making battle in mcdonalds.
While she and her father ordered Marshall went to the condiment stand and began taking a few packets of what he would need to win. He looked at the girl once more and she looked back at him. He went back to his food and waited till she was seated with her food, then it was time for the final show down. And when Alex was done with his plan, so was the battle. She was out.
Marshall had taken condiments from the packets on the table and put them all over his face; red ketchup for lip stick, yellow mustard for eye shadow and mayonnaise as blush. He even put pickles for earrings, and she was out for the count. He looked like the joker from Batman, only way more feminine. She couldn’t contend to an almost twenty year old young adult decorating his face with condiments to the point where it looked like he was trying to be a girl but failed epically. But instead of getting awes, he got random looks from everyone else in the place and he even heard two girls behind the counter giggling. But that didn’t matter, he just won.
He felt another vibration as he was throwing out the empty box that his food had came in and walked out the door.
From Cash:
Alex, play nice.
Marshall typed out a message with a big smile that had “I totally just kick someone’s ass” written all over it.
To Cash:
She started it, but I totally finished it.
Alex continued his walk home till he got to the door of their house. He noticed that his keys must have been in the house and he knocked on the door waiting for Cash to answer. What he didn’t notice was the fake make-up that covered his face still.
Cash opened the door with a look of disbelief. He sighed and shook his head grabbing the bridge of his nose. “Great, my boyfriend is a cross-dressing pedophile condiment clown.”