I Predict A Riot
Title: I Predict a Riot (or Give the People What They Want)
Rating: T for langauge
Notes: Nothing bad here just Michael being angry (wow shocker) and Gav being a troll (again shock) and Ray having to deal with it. (oh Ray, you poor dear)
shipping what are you talking about? It's all about perspective.
Songs mentioned:
I Predict a Riot by Kaiser Chiefs
Any Given Day by Carbon Leaf
Other notes: YAY! -bleep bloop- Loser can write fluff again! My life was becoming a giant file folder of PWPs (not that I can't write PWPs anymore; -coughcough-my ask is always open if you want anything -winkyface-)
ANYWAYS this was fun. :3 Gav trolling is perhaps my new favorite thing<3
“This is fuckin’ stupid.”
Ray sighed, rubbing his temples for what seemed like the fifth time that day. “Michael, would you stop bi-“
“-Bitching.” Michael pushed his glasses up and turned back to his computer. “I’m just sayin’. People’ll be flooding the fucking comments with ‘Where’s Gavin?’ ‘What the fuck happened to Gavino?’ ‘OMG GAVIN! D:’ Fuckin’ stupid.”
He rolled his eyes. Michael was acting like a child, not that any of the other people in the office were mature, but still; the man was pounding on his keyboard like he was having a toddler temper tantrum. “I told you; you don’t have to play if you don’t wa-“
“-Fuck that.” The stubborn man squinted at the screen then rubbed his eyes, sighing angrily at his moniter. “Can’t fuckin’ read this shit,” He grumbled, “FUCKIN’ ENGLISH PLEASE!”
Ray leaned to look at his screen, “What?”
The window Michael had been looking at closed quickly and the RoosterTeeth site flashed onto the screen, “Nothin’. Just Trolls with horrible grammar and spelling. Usual shit.” He looked over the Ray’s setup. “When are we starting?”
He made a face at Michael that went unnoticed, either that or ignored, for changing the subject. “As soon as this controller quits fucking up.”
“Here, lemme see it.” Michael took the controller, turning it over in his hands. He pulled the battery pack out. “Where’d you find this?”
“Next to the Xbox. Why?”
The curly haired man started laughing, “Don’t you remember this is the fucked up one?”
“Nooo…Are you sure you’re not thinking of-“
“-Well, whatever.” Michael threw the defective battery pack back towards Ray. “Use the pink one.”
Jack popped his head into the office. “Hey, got deli turkey for sandwiches for you bitches. Better get to it before Burnie sniffs it out.”
“Thanks,” Ray clicked the new pink battery into the controller before he continued, “We’ll be ready in five. Tell Geoff to get his ass up here.”
“Sure thing.”
Michael pushed his chair away from his desk once Jack left. “Sandwiches. That is top.”
As soon as it came out of his mouth Michael regretted it.
He cleared his throat and glared at Ray, his glare intensifying as the smirk on the other man’s face grew. “You don’t say shit.”
Ray held his hands up in protest, smirk ever-present, “Hey, no need to de-“
“-No.” Michael stood, leaving the room hastily.
“Freudian slips! They handjo-happen to the botto-best! Best of us!” Ray called out with the biggest grin.
“I HOPE YOU LIKE SPIT IN YOUR SANDWICH, ASSWIPE.”
Once he could breathe again after laughing so hard Ray made sure Michael was far enough away.
He quickly sat at the angry man’s desk. Searching for the closed window, Ray had found it minimized. It was an IM…
Gavin Free: miss me yet? :3
Me: shut the fuck up
Gavin Free: DUN WOOORRI BOO-BOO
Me: shut up
Gavin Free: D’AAAW
Me: dont do it
Gavin Free: MIKEY, DO YOU REALLY MISS ME?
Me: gav stfu
Gavin Free: D’AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW
Me: GAV
Gavin Free: OH MIKEY
Me: GAVIN NO
Me: I SWEAR TO GOD
Me: AND EVERYTHING THAT IS HOLY
Gavin Free: <3
Me: YOURE AN ASS AND I HATE YOU
Gavin Free: dun worry mikey, i’ll be able to play next week<3
Gavin Free: and you know you’re in my <3 forever
Me: fuck you
Gavin Free: WUB YOOOOOO HUNNYBUNNSIES XOXOXOXO ;3
Me: i cant fuckin understand you when you type like a fuckin RETARD
Gavin Free: you didn’t mind it LAST time >;D
Me: no just shut the fuck up jesus christ
Ray’s raised eyebrow furrowed as he was trying to tell if the Brit was trolling or-
“I’m here. Let’s get shit going.” Geoff strolled in with energy drink in hand as Ray minimized the window once again. “I have better things to do.”
“Like…?” Ray questioned as he remained in the “RageQuit” chair.
“Like drinking.”
“What the fuck are you doing at my desk?!” Micheal had returned with two sandwiches that he slapped down on the desk angrily.
“Don’t worry Princess, he didn’t look at your extensive gay porn collection.” ‘DGeoff’ signed in to Xbox Live and swiveled around to his monitor. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s GO!”
[give me your reason, give me you rhyme, so i can tempo me to your time]
Me: i’m forgetting the shit you pulled earlier to tell you that jack almost won until i killed him and took his shit
Gavin Free: oh so you won?
Me: no
Me: i didn’t know how to start the portal
Gavin Free: pffft
Gavin Free: dumbass
Me: shut up
Me: idiot
Gavin Free: <3
Me: hey was it you that i told about the piece of shit battery pack
Me: *?
Gavin Free: yeah
Gavin Free: don’t you remember i tried to make it work and you kept faffing about and giving me shit?
Gavin Free: why?
Michael paused before responding:
Me: nothin
Gavin Free: what?
Me: i said nothin
Gavin Free: no what?
Me: i mean it
Me: stop it
Gavin: WHAT’S THE MATTER MIKEY?
Me: no
Gavin Free: YOU CAN TELL ME, LOVE<3
Me: i am too damn tired for this shit.
Gavin Free: okay fine
Gavin Free: night, Michael
Gavin Free: or should i say mi-cool ;D
Me: you cant see it but im rolling my eyes
Me: night gav
-fin
NOW WITH SUPER-SPECIAL-AWESOME SHIPPER’S EXTENDED EDITION!
Dedicated to Peef-Rimgar, you beautiful person for creating such a wonderful blog. C:
Gavin Free: …xo
Me: >:|
Gavin Free: aaw, you’re not even gonna send me one back?
Gavin Free: sad brit is sad
Me: ugh fine
Me: hugs and kisses, idiot
Gavin Free: <3
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