A Guy Group Out Take
So,
erinm_4600 made me the most awesome fanmix ever, and we somehow ended up talking about Grease 2 and Farscape... or rather the men from those that wear leather, and leather always makes me think of Sir Guy.
So...
Somewhere in the background complex there is a door marked “Mens Changing Room”. If you open that door and step inside you will be overcome by... Well, by the smell of lockers filled with old socks.
But, if you somehow make it through that room, you will find yourself in a tiled anti-chamber. The only thing in this room is a few plastic chairs, a row of hooks on the wall, and several doors. One of these doors carries the sign “Steam Room”. This is where our story begins.
The tall blond haired man took half a step back as he opened the door, letting a large wave of steam out with it.
Walking into the room he spotted two other men currently enjoying the steams restorative properties.
“Crichton, Guy” he said briskly as he sat down on one of the unoccupied benches.
“Michael” Crichton replied. Guy just grunted.
The sound of the steam vents hiss and the plop of water condensation falling from the ceiling was the only sound that could be heard for a long time. The silence was broken when Crichton let out a grunt and stretched out to lay on his bench. “God I hate leather.” he said with a sigh.
“Amen.” said Michael.
Guy just grunted.
Silence ruled for another twenty minutes, then Guy stood up and walked over to the door, “Until next week gentlemen.” Crichton sat up slightly, “Hey Guy!” he called. Guy turned and raised an eyebrow.
“How is it that even after an hour in the steam your eyeliner is still on?”
Thank you for your time and remember that I don't own these guys or the movie/shows that they come from (if I did then certain people on that show would not be DEAD!)
erinm_4600 made me the most awesome fanmix ever, and we somehow ended up talking about Grease 2 and Farscape... or rather the men from those that wear leather, and leather always makes me think of Sir Guy.
So...
Somewhere in the background complex there is a door marked “Mens Changing Room”. If you open that door and step inside you will be overcome by... Well, by the smell of lockers filled with old socks.
But, if you somehow make it through that room, you will find yourself in a tiled anti-chamber. The only thing in this room is a few plastic chairs, a row of hooks on the wall, and several doors. One of these doors carries the sign “Steam Room”. This is where our story begins.
The tall blond haired man took half a step back as he opened the door, letting a large wave of steam out with it.
Walking into the room he spotted two other men currently enjoying the steams restorative properties.
“Crichton, Guy” he said briskly as he sat down on one of the unoccupied benches.
“Michael” Crichton replied. Guy just grunted.
The sound of the steam vents hiss and the plop of water condensation falling from the ceiling was the only sound that could be heard for a long time. The silence was broken when Crichton let out a grunt and stretched out to lay on his bench. “God I hate leather.” he said with a sigh.
“Amen.” said Michael.
Guy just grunted.
Silence ruled for another twenty minutes, then Guy stood up and walked over to the door, “Until next week gentlemen.” Crichton sat up slightly, “Hey Guy!” he called. Guy turned and raised an eyebrow.
“How is it that even after an hour in the steam your eyeliner is still on?”
Thank you for your time and remember that I don't own these guys or the movie/shows that they come from (if I did then certain people on that show would not be DEAD!)