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Title: Smurfs Can’t Hold Their Liquor
Author: EmonyJade
Fandom: Gaither
Pairing: Hints of Marsh/Wes,
Rating: G
Warning: Somewhat a CRACK-Fic
Word Count: 280
Plot: Wes wants to drink with the big boys, or just Marsh.
Lori came into the living room as Marsh and Wes were working on the new CD. She knew not to bother her husband when he had a quizzical look on his face; not to mention the image of frustration as he chewed on the end of his pen. She turned to Wes, the calmer of the two.
"Can I get you something to drink, Wes?"
He looked around and saw the short glass in front of Marshall with a bit of liquid still attached to the bottom.
"Um... I'll have what Marsh is having..."
The owner of the drink looked up at this point, "Wes, this stuff is strong. Are you sure you-"
"Yes. I am positively, absolutely sure." He responded.
Lori shook her head and came back from the kitchen with a glass in her hand and soft brown liquid inside. She handed it to Wes who brought it up in sort of a toast to Marsh and cautiously pressed the drink to his lips.
He felt the wetness hit his tongue and, to Marshall's astonishment, swallowed in one big gulp, the entire drink.
He smiled at Lori and Marsh, who were jaw-dropped, as he felt the burn of the potent alcohol clear his throat.
"Wow." Marsh said to further his astonishment.
At this time, Wes started to ferociously cough as he felt the burn slowly rise back up.
"-Scuse me." He said and quickly left the room, down the hall to the bath.
Some time later, Marshall came in and knelt down next to the small man leaning over top the toilet. Wes let out a heavy sigh and his friend commented,
"I said you couldn’t handle it.
Notes: Ah, first mentioning of Smurf…well, that all came about with a manip katelynnlynn did in which Wes came out purple…and short. Throughout the years, we decided he was a purple, lipless smurf. Wow, doesn’t seem so funny written out, but that’s how it came about.
Author: EmonyJade
Fandom: Gaither
Pairing: Hints of Marsh/Wes,
Rating: G
Warning: Somewhat a CRACK-Fic
Word Count: 280
Plot: Wes wants to drink with the big boys, or just Marsh.
Lori came into the living room as Marsh and Wes were working on the new CD. She knew not to bother her husband when he had a quizzical look on his face; not to mention the image of frustration as he chewed on the end of his pen. She turned to Wes, the calmer of the two.
"Can I get you something to drink, Wes?"
He looked around and saw the short glass in front of Marshall with a bit of liquid still attached to the bottom.
"Um... I'll have what Marsh is having..."
The owner of the drink looked up at this point, "Wes, this stuff is strong. Are you sure you-"
"Yes. I am positively, absolutely sure." He responded.
Lori shook her head and came back from the kitchen with a glass in her hand and soft brown liquid inside. She handed it to Wes who brought it up in sort of a toast to Marsh and cautiously pressed the drink to his lips.
He felt the wetness hit his tongue and, to Marshall's astonishment, swallowed in one big gulp, the entire drink.
He smiled at Lori and Marsh, who were jaw-dropped, as he felt the burn of the potent alcohol clear his throat.
"Wow." Marsh said to further his astonishment.
At this time, Wes started to ferociously cough as he felt the burn slowly rise back up.
"-Scuse me." He said and quickly left the room, down the hall to the bath.
Some time later, Marshall came in and knelt down next to the small man leaning over top the toilet. Wes let out a heavy sigh and his friend commented,
"I said you couldn’t handle it.
Notes: Ah, first mentioning of Smurf…well, that all came about with a manip katelynnlynn did in which Wes came out purple…and short. Throughout the years, we decided he was a purple, lipless smurf. Wow, doesn’t seem so funny written out, but that’s how it came about.