Come back, muses! Come back!
Started this a couple days ago, but the muses ran off.
*chases Dave and David with a stick* Come back heeeerrreee!!
This was actually from an rp game Funky and I did.
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Dave Mustaine let the bag of chips fall to the ground and settled back down on the couch. This was the life, he thought, lifting up his shirt to scratch his chest. There was a great movie on, he had just eaten chips and any second Junior would appear from the kitchen with his drink. It was a perfect lazy Sunday afternoon. He scratched harder and gave a yawn. He had planned on fucking Junior but that could wait till after his nap, it wasn’t like Junior was going to go anywhere. The poor sap was hard at work cooking a Sunday dinner. Dave grinned and gave a happy sigh. Nap, fucking, and food. It could get no better.
Now if only Junior would bring him his drink.
“David? Hey, David!” He called out, not bothering to move from the couch.
David Ellefson appeared a few moments and Dave had to choke down a laugh. Junior was covered in white powder, it was everywhere. It was in his hair, on his hands, smeared on his nose. “Yeah? What do you want, Dave?”
Dave grinned. “Thought you were clean, David. I’m ashamed of you!”
“What?”
“Look at you, its like fucking Scarface.”
David looked puzzled at first but then started to laugh. “Oh, yeah, I got a bit carried away with the flour. I’ve never made these kind of cookies before.”
“Where’s my drink?”
“Uh...”
“Jesus Christ! I asked for one hours ago. Get me a beer, man!”
David didn’t move. He narrowed his eyes and said, calmly, “What’s the magic word, Dave?”
“Bitch? Get me my drink, bitch?”
“Fuck you!”
Dave raised an eyebrow. “Fiery, huh? You know that makes me..” He paused for dramatic effect. “..hot.”
His counter-part rolled his eyes. “Everything makes you hot. You get turned on more then a fucking light switch.”
“Your wit kills me, Junior.”
"How I wish.."
Dave gave a snort and grabbed he bag of chips off the floor. He held them out for David to take. "Here, throw these out while your up and get me my drink."
David folded his arms and glared at the redhead. "I'm not your fucking maid."
"Yes, you are," Dave grinned as he sat up and leaned over the couch. "C'mon, Cinderella!" He reached out and slapped David's ass.
David junped, his eyes wide. "Oh.." He growled. "Just...Fuck you!" He turned on his heels and stalked back into the kitchen.
Dave watched him go and chuckled. "And don't forget my drink!"
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Then the muses decided to run off. Stupid muses!!
*chases Dave and David with a stick* Come back heeeerrreee!!
This was actually from an rp game Funky and I did.
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Dave Mustaine let the bag of chips fall to the ground and settled back down on the couch. This was the life, he thought, lifting up his shirt to scratch his chest. There was a great movie on, he had just eaten chips and any second Junior would appear from the kitchen with his drink. It was a perfect lazy Sunday afternoon. He scratched harder and gave a yawn. He had planned on fucking Junior but that could wait till after his nap, it wasn’t like Junior was going to go anywhere. The poor sap was hard at work cooking a Sunday dinner. Dave grinned and gave a happy sigh. Nap, fucking, and food. It could get no better.
Now if only Junior would bring him his drink.
“David? Hey, David!” He called out, not bothering to move from the couch.
David Ellefson appeared a few moments and Dave had to choke down a laugh. Junior was covered in white powder, it was everywhere. It was in his hair, on his hands, smeared on his nose. “Yeah? What do you want, Dave?”
Dave grinned. “Thought you were clean, David. I’m ashamed of you!”
“What?”
“Look at you, its like fucking Scarface.”
David looked puzzled at first but then started to laugh. “Oh, yeah, I got a bit carried away with the flour. I’ve never made these kind of cookies before.”
“Where’s my drink?”
“Uh...”
“Jesus Christ! I asked for one hours ago. Get me a beer, man!”
David didn’t move. He narrowed his eyes and said, calmly, “What’s the magic word, Dave?”
“Bitch? Get me my drink, bitch?”
“Fuck you!”
Dave raised an eyebrow. “Fiery, huh? You know that makes me..” He paused for dramatic effect. “..hot.”
His counter-part rolled his eyes. “Everything makes you hot. You get turned on more then a fucking light switch.”
“Your wit kills me, Junior.”
"How I wish.."
Dave gave a snort and grabbed he bag of chips off the floor. He held them out for David to take. "Here, throw these out while your up and get me my drink."
David folded his arms and glared at the redhead. "I'm not your fucking maid."
"Yes, you are," Dave grinned as he sat up and leaned over the couch. "C'mon, Cinderella!" He reached out and slapped David's ass.
David junped, his eyes wide. "Oh.." He growled. "Just...Fuck you!" He turned on his heels and stalked back into the kitchen.
Dave watched him go and chuckled. "And don't forget my drink!"
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Then the muses decided to run off. Stupid muses!!