Another Day, Another Fic.
So I'm already blowing off the real world to write fic. Surprise, surprise. It's amazing how this town just sucks out my will to live. And chews it up and spits it out and then drives over it with an army of gas-guzzling pickup trucks. And of course I could only watch 3 sets of the Roddick/Youzhny match because they had to bump the rest to another channel (that I don't fucking get) so they could show their precious fucking football game. Jesus Fucking Christ. Football is a fucking religion down here. It pisses me off so badly. And every other sport on the planet takes precedence over tennis here. They'd rather show naked gopher wrestling than tennis.
And my phone was disconnected over the summer (it was outrageously expensive anyway, so I don't miss it entirely) but that leaves me with my prepaid cell account which has terrible rates so I hate to use it for chatting. It's there for making plans, not chitchat. Ugh. So now I have to decide whether to get another land line or just a better cell plan. It just seems to weird not to have a land line. If I lose my cell or it breaks then I can't communicate with the outside world and that makes me nervous. But it's expensive and I'm trying to minimize my communication costs. Grrrrrr.
But my friend just sent me a very fun book - His Majesty's Dragon. Dragons meet the Napoleonic war! It was only a matter of time... And she thanks her beta readers and folks from Livejournal at the end. GO livejournal!! My friends keep trying to get me to get a myspace account but I really love the livejournal community - so many interesting people and such a love of writing and literature.
Speaking of which... yes, of course it had to come to this... It's the only reason I ever seem to post these days. But yes, I did write another fic. Comedy this time. Odd, because I haven't really been in a great mood. Huh.
Title: A Gathering of Friends
Author: Lukoni
Characters/Pairing: Trowa/Noin, Heero/Trowa, Duo/Hilde
Word Count: 946
Summary: Beer and Gossip - a dangerous combination.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Silliness. Mention of underage sex. Much drinking.
Notes: Written for GW500 challenge #138: In the Drink. Feedback/Criticism/Typo notifications welcome. Thanks for reading!
A Gathering of Friends
“Please tell me you are joking, Winner.” Wufei glared at the blond. The effect was somewhat ruined by the slim beer mustache lining the Preventer’s upper lip.
“Not at all.” Quatre answered smugly before taking another sip of his own pint.
“But… but…no… WAY!” Duo managed, a bit loudly.
“But I thought she and Zechs…” Relena chimed in with her usual politeness, though slightly exaggerating the ‘s’ in Zechs, much to Duo’s amusement.
“Sure, they are now,” Quatre confirmed.
“And Yuy will kill someone just for looking at…” Wufei began.
“EXACTLY!” Duo interrupted. Quatre shrugged but his answer was drowned out by Hilde pointing accusingly at Sally and shouting “You KNEW!!!.”
Sally finished off the last third of her pint in one gulp and offered a smug smile of her own.
“Traitor!” Hilde declared.
“Noin told me on Peacemillion. I didn’t think it was something she wanted blabbed about. Winner.”
Quatre looked unconcerned and swallowed some more of the amber liquid. “I thought everyone knew,” he said innocently enough, though anyone closely watching his eyes would not have been fooled.
“Barton couldn’t have been more than 15 at the time,” Wufei declared stubbornly.
“This from the man who was married at 12?” Duo scoffed. Wufei flushed and looked pointedly into his glass as if to see how much was left. “But the Wu man is right - Heero will rip the eyes out of anyone who even THINKS about looking at Tro.”
“Apparently back then he only had eyes for Zechs,” Quatre crooned. A series of grunts and muffled protests peppered the room.
“NOIN only had eyes for Zechs,” Wufei insisted, spilling beer on Duo’s leg with his emphatic gesture. Duo punched him half-heartedly in the arm.
“Zechs was obsessed with his ‘Perfect Battle’ at the time. She was a bit pissed about it - his ‘self-absorbed suicidal death fetish’ I believe she called it,” Sally explained, resting her arms on the back of the chair she was straddling and swinging her glass between her fingers.
“He always was a bit bonkers,” Hilde said lazily from the couch, her feet draped over Duo’s shoulders. From his position on the floor in front of her he kissed her ankle.
“I thought you liked ‘bonkers’ hon?”
“You’re fun bonkers,” she reassured him. “Zechs is operatic bonkers.”
“Ahhhh,” Duo answered with newfound profound understanding.
“But why would Trowa…?” Relena asked in confusion.
“He was horny?” Duo suggested. Relena giggled then pointed an unsteady finger at the braided pilot.
“That’s your excuse for everything.”
“Don’t I know it!” Hilde chimed in.
“Heero was in ‘Perfect Battle’ mode too at the time,” Sally said.
“Don’t I know it,” Relena mumbled, then clambered to her feet to refill her glass.
“I think Trowa just got bored waiting for him to snap out of it.” Quatre continued.
“Trowa gets bored?” Hilde asked in surprise. “How can you tell?”
“He makes another pot of coffee,” Wufei supplied.
“Or, apparently, he sleeps with Noin,” slurred Relena as she slipped back into her place on the floor. Various grunts of agreement met this insightful observation, which was followed by silence as people contemplated its inherent wisdom. Until Duo started to chuckle into glass as if suddenly discovering something very entertaining in there. Everyone looked at him curiously, but he just kept snickering.
“Bonkers,” Hilde confirmed and swatted him lovingly on the head. “Share, honey.”
“I was just wondering… how did they even see each other with all that hair??”
Quatre finally lost it at this, and spewed a mouthful of beer all over Relena’s powder blue cashmere sweater. A range of snorts, snickers and guffaws filled the room, but somehow the calm, honeyed voice managed to cut through it like a beam cannon.
“We had an ensign in the room to give us the proper coordinates.” Silence descended as six pairs of guilty eyes looked up at the figures in the doorway. Trowa’s mouth quirked into a half smile, while Heero, behind him, stood glaring death from his cobalt eyes.
Quatre tried his best to keep a straight face. He really did. But after a few uncomfortable moments it finally cracked and, sputtering, he collapsed, burying his face in Relena’s lap to attempt to stifle his laughter. Sally was the next to succumb, followed by Duo, Hilde, Relena then finally Wufei. A strong arm was propelling the acrobat toward the kitchen.
“We found the limes,” Trowa called along the way. “I’ll go head and get the margaritas started.” The last word was abruptly cut off by the slamming of the door.
The next few minutes no one could speak for laughing. Quatre had tears rolling down his face. Even Relena could hardly breathe, especially when the clattering sounds of pots and pans hitting the floor began to emanate from the kitchen.
“You guys all right in there?” Duo managed to shout between gasps. No one really expected an answer, but they were once again reduced to breathlessness when Trowa’s easy baritone replied with a perfectly unperturbed “Fine.”
Just as they finally got themselves under control, Trowa emerged carrying a large pitcher of greenish liquid, his lips suspiciously swollen. Heero followed behind him carrying eight glasses and looking quite satisfied.
As they settled themselves down on the floor by the coffee table, there was a lull in conversation as everyone cast about for a change of topic that would not tick off the Perfect Soldier. They were unexpectedly saved by Wufei who downed his first margarita in one draught, then glared belligerently at everyone in the room at once.
“So am I the only one who didn’t get laid during the war????”
Laughter rose again and the night continued.
~fin~
And my phone was disconnected over the summer (it was outrageously expensive anyway, so I don't miss it entirely) but that leaves me with my prepaid cell account which has terrible rates so I hate to use it for chatting. It's there for making plans, not chitchat. Ugh. So now I have to decide whether to get another land line or just a better cell plan. It just seems to weird not to have a land line. If I lose my cell or it breaks then I can't communicate with the outside world and that makes me nervous. But it's expensive and I'm trying to minimize my communication costs. Grrrrrr.
But my friend just sent me a very fun book - His Majesty's Dragon. Dragons meet the Napoleonic war! It was only a matter of time... And she thanks her beta readers and folks from Livejournal at the end. GO livejournal!! My friends keep trying to get me to get a myspace account but I really love the livejournal community - so many interesting people and such a love of writing and literature.
Speaking of which... yes, of course it had to come to this... It's the only reason I ever seem to post these days. But yes, I did write another fic. Comedy this time. Odd, because I haven't really been in a great mood. Huh.
Title: A Gathering of Friends
Author: Lukoni
Characters/Pairing: Trowa/Noin, Heero/Trowa, Duo/Hilde
Word Count: 946
Summary: Beer and Gossip - a dangerous combination.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Silliness. Mention of underage sex. Much drinking.
Notes: Written for GW500 challenge #138: In the Drink. Feedback/Criticism/Typo notifications welcome. Thanks for reading!
A Gathering of Friends
“Please tell me you are joking, Winner.” Wufei glared at the blond. The effect was somewhat ruined by the slim beer mustache lining the Preventer’s upper lip.
“Not at all.” Quatre answered smugly before taking another sip of his own pint.
“But… but…no… WAY!” Duo managed, a bit loudly.
“But I thought she and Zechs…” Relena chimed in with her usual politeness, though slightly exaggerating the ‘s’ in Zechs, much to Duo’s amusement.
“Sure, they are now,” Quatre confirmed.
“And Yuy will kill someone just for looking at…” Wufei began.
“EXACTLY!” Duo interrupted. Quatre shrugged but his answer was drowned out by Hilde pointing accusingly at Sally and shouting “You KNEW!!!.”
Sally finished off the last third of her pint in one gulp and offered a smug smile of her own.
“Traitor!” Hilde declared.
“Noin told me on Peacemillion. I didn’t think it was something she wanted blabbed about. Winner.”
Quatre looked unconcerned and swallowed some more of the amber liquid. “I thought everyone knew,” he said innocently enough, though anyone closely watching his eyes would not have been fooled.
“Barton couldn’t have been more than 15 at the time,” Wufei declared stubbornly.
“This from the man who was married at 12?” Duo scoffed. Wufei flushed and looked pointedly into his glass as if to see how much was left. “But the Wu man is right - Heero will rip the eyes out of anyone who even THINKS about looking at Tro.”
“Apparently back then he only had eyes for Zechs,” Quatre crooned. A series of grunts and muffled protests peppered the room.
“NOIN only had eyes for Zechs,” Wufei insisted, spilling beer on Duo’s leg with his emphatic gesture. Duo punched him half-heartedly in the arm.
“Zechs was obsessed with his ‘Perfect Battle’ at the time. She was a bit pissed about it - his ‘self-absorbed suicidal death fetish’ I believe she called it,” Sally explained, resting her arms on the back of the chair she was straddling and swinging her glass between her fingers.
“He always was a bit bonkers,” Hilde said lazily from the couch, her feet draped over Duo’s shoulders. From his position on the floor in front of her he kissed her ankle.
“I thought you liked ‘bonkers’ hon?”
“You’re fun bonkers,” she reassured him. “Zechs is operatic bonkers.”
“Ahhhh,” Duo answered with newfound profound understanding.
“But why would Trowa…?” Relena asked in confusion.
“He was horny?” Duo suggested. Relena giggled then pointed an unsteady finger at the braided pilot.
“That’s your excuse for everything.”
“Don’t I know it!” Hilde chimed in.
“Heero was in ‘Perfect Battle’ mode too at the time,” Sally said.
“Don’t I know it,” Relena mumbled, then clambered to her feet to refill her glass.
“I think Trowa just got bored waiting for him to snap out of it.” Quatre continued.
“Trowa gets bored?” Hilde asked in surprise. “How can you tell?”
“He makes another pot of coffee,” Wufei supplied.
“Or, apparently, he sleeps with Noin,” slurred Relena as she slipped back into her place on the floor. Various grunts of agreement met this insightful observation, which was followed by silence as people contemplated its inherent wisdom. Until Duo started to chuckle into glass as if suddenly discovering something very entertaining in there. Everyone looked at him curiously, but he just kept snickering.
“Bonkers,” Hilde confirmed and swatted him lovingly on the head. “Share, honey.”
“I was just wondering… how did they even see each other with all that hair??”
Quatre finally lost it at this, and spewed a mouthful of beer all over Relena’s powder blue cashmere sweater. A range of snorts, snickers and guffaws filled the room, but somehow the calm, honeyed voice managed to cut through it like a beam cannon.
“We had an ensign in the room to give us the proper coordinates.” Silence descended as six pairs of guilty eyes looked up at the figures in the doorway. Trowa’s mouth quirked into a half smile, while Heero, behind him, stood glaring death from his cobalt eyes.
Quatre tried his best to keep a straight face. He really did. But after a few uncomfortable moments it finally cracked and, sputtering, he collapsed, burying his face in Relena’s lap to attempt to stifle his laughter. Sally was the next to succumb, followed by Duo, Hilde, Relena then finally Wufei. A strong arm was propelling the acrobat toward the kitchen.
“We found the limes,” Trowa called along the way. “I’ll go head and get the margaritas started.” The last word was abruptly cut off by the slamming of the door.
The next few minutes no one could speak for laughing. Quatre had tears rolling down his face. Even Relena could hardly breathe, especially when the clattering sounds of pots and pans hitting the floor began to emanate from the kitchen.
“You guys all right in there?” Duo managed to shout between gasps. No one really expected an answer, but they were once again reduced to breathlessness when Trowa’s easy baritone replied with a perfectly unperturbed “Fine.”
Just as they finally got themselves under control, Trowa emerged carrying a large pitcher of greenish liquid, his lips suspiciously swollen. Heero followed behind him carrying eight glasses and looking quite satisfied.
As they settled themselves down on the floor by the coffee table, there was a lull in conversation as everyone cast about for a change of topic that would not tick off the Perfect Soldier. They were unexpectedly saved by Wufei who downed his first margarita in one draught, then glared belligerently at everyone in the room at once.
“So am I the only one who didn’t get laid during the war????”
Laughter rose again and the night continued.
~fin~