HAPPY HALLOWEEN
I stole this from pocky_slash last year and it was a total blast, so I'm doing that again. If it ain't broke, internet, don't fix it.
In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I'm inviting trick-or-treaters to my 'door'. Comment "trick-or-treat" to this post and...well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, ( Read more... )
In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I'm inviting trick-or-treaters to my 'door'. Comment "trick-or-treat" to this post and...well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, ( Read more... )
Canton's voice drifts through the door. "We don't even like these people at this party. This is really stupid," he says, and he sounds like he's in one of his surlier moods, which surely fits the costume, not that he would know it. It's all the Doctor's fault, really. David feels certain that he could have, eventually, given enough time and enough booze, convinced Canton to watch-- and even enjoy-- cheesy science fiction television programs, if only the Doctor hadn't shown up with his amazing blue box and taken his boyfriend traveling through time and space. Now anytime David turns on his favorite sci-fi show, Canton is The Expert Who Has Seen It All And Knows It Doesn't Really Work That Way. One day, David vows, he will give the Doctor a piece of his mind, or at least, he will intend to. If the Doctor shows up again, he'll be out the door and in the TARDIS before Canton will.
"Seriously, you have to come out of there some time," David says. "I've kept all the booze out here, you know."
"I have a flask in our underwear drawer," Canton says, and David can hear him shuffling about. "Dammit, it's empty!"
"Yes, after eleven years, it seems that I know you pretty well," David drawls. "Come on."
The door creaks slowly open.
"I said, 'No wigs,'" Canton says, pointing at his head. "And what's the first thing you do? You buy a wig. And these shoulder pads are ridiculous."
"It looks amazing," David says, grabbing for Canton's hand before he can protest. "Now come on, we're late."
"I have a question," Canton grumbles, but he lets David pull him down the hall and towards the front door.
"Yes?"
"If this guy is so badass, then why the fuck is his name the same as that cosmetics stuff the girl next door is always trying to get me to buy for your sister?"
David rolls his eyes. "You are such an ass, you know that?"
"I think it's a legitimate question," Canton grouses.
"It's not even pronounced the same way and you know it," David says. He pauses by the door to check his reflection in the mirror, making last-minute adjustments to his own wig. "Do you have any more questions, jackass?"
"Yes. Who the hell are you supposed to be, again?"
"Blake," David says, exasperated. "Roj Blake. For the last time."
"The show is called Blake's 7?"
"Yes," David says. He grabs the car keys.
"Where the fuck are the other six people?"
"I told you, it's just you and me," David says. He tugs open the door, but there, in the middle of the walkway outside their house, stands a tall blue police box, and David's mouth drops open.
"Happy Halloween," Canton says. He pats David on the shoulder. "I've got a better party for us to go to, if you're interested."
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