Under Different Circumstances 189/?
Title: Under Different Circumstances
Chapter 189/?: Labels
Characters: Jean-Pierre, François, Xavier
Genre: Humour
Rating for this chapter: T
Pairings: None
Summary: A series of short stories showing the evolution between Vincent and Jean-Pierre.
This chapter summary: Jean-Pierre and his buddies go out for a drink.
Under Different Circumstances
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This idea is ancient. It was originally going to be a USUK fic, from when I was into that pairing, but I never got around to it. Then, it was going to be a PRUCAN fic, but again, I never got around to it. Finally, this year, I looked at my sheet of ideas and decided to put this one out of its misery, once and for all.
Based on something my godmother told me, five years ago, or so, on Christmas, or something.
Under Different Circumstances
Labels
Xavier, François and Jean-Pierre had decided to get together, for drinks, one night. The three of them hadn’t hung out together, in what felt like a lifetime and when they finally managed to coordinate their schedules, they decided to head to the first bar they could think of.
It so happened that Vincent was out of town, Hélène was visiting her sister, and Nathalie was going out, with her friends. It was a perfect opportunity.
They had spent most of the evening catching up, exchanging anecdotes about their work and home life, talking about the latest practice and upcoming games, and it was nice.
At some point, they stopped drinking and simply talked, since they each had to drive home and they knew their significant others would never speak to them again, if they drove home, under the influence. Not that they would, but it was best to stop now, regardless.
Halfway through their conversation, Jean-Pierre started peeling the labels off the bottles of beer that were on the table. He always peeled off the labels, from whatever bottle was in front of him, much to the annoyance of his friends and relatives. However, Xavier and François had another reasoning behind it.
“Tsé, Tremblay, j’ai lu que’qu’part que l’monde qui arrache les étiquettes, sur les bouteilles, sont sexuellement frustré.”/ “Y’know, Tremblay, I read somewhere that people who peel off labels, from bottles, are sexually frustrated.” François started. Xavier snorted in his glass of water, while Jean-Pierre sputtered indignantly.
“Es-tu en froid avec Vincent? Veux-tu en parler?”/ “Are you having a cold snap with Vincent? Do you want to talk about it?” Xavier asked his friend, in a condescending, teasing tone.
“Mêlez-vous dont d’vos affaires, sacramant!”/ “Mind your own business!”
“Sois pas gêné, là, tu peux nous en parler, tsé.”/ “Don’t be shy, you can tell us these things.”
“Ta yeule, Ferdinand!”/ “Shut up, Ferdinand!”
“You know, if you need to get laid, on peut te suggérer des places…”/ “…we can suggest places…” Xavier wiggled his eyebrows, at him. Jean-Pierre fumed and hit the table, with his hand.
“Es-tu en train de m’suggérer que ch’trompe mon mari, Xavier Leduc? Es-tu hors de ta tête! Franchement, penses-tu vraiment que j’f’rais que’qu’chose de même à Vincent?! Pour qui tu t’prends, mon tabarnac?”/ “Are you suggesting I cheat on my husband, Xavier Leduc? Are you out of your mind! Honestly, do you really think I would do something like that to Vincent?! Who do you think I am?” François sighed and put a calming hand on his friend’s forearm.
“Calme-toi, Tremblay, on t’niaisait. On l’sait ben qu’t’es trop emmouraché d’Vincent, pis qu’tu y f’rais jamais ça. T’es une cible facile, pis l’occasion était trop bonne, pour passer.”/ “Calm down, Tremblay, we were messing with you. We know you’re too in love with Vincent and that you’d never do that. You’re an easy target and the occasion was hard to pass.” Jean-Pierre glared at them both and pouted.
“Dites pas des conneries d’même, sont pas drôles.”/ “Don’t say stupid things, they’re not funny.”
“I thought it was funny.”
“Ouais, moi aussi. T’es l’seul qu’y’a pas d’sens d’humour.”/ “Yeah, me too. You’re the only one who doesn’t have a sense of humour.” Xavier told him.
“Vos yeules.”/ “Shut up.” The three of them fell silent and Jean-Pierre was convinced he had managed to shut his friends up, on the subject, but then an evil little smirk appeared on Xavier’s and François’ faces.
“Si c’est pas d’la frustration, ça s’rait tu que…”/ “If it’s not frustration, then would it be…”
“T’es mal baisé, Tremblay?”/ “The sex ain’t good no more?” François finished off, high-fiving Xavier.
“M’a vous éttriper, câlice!”/ “I swear, I’ll kill you both!” Jean-Pierre bellowed, making his two friends erupt in laughter. They really needed to go out, more often.
OWARI 189
I do accept anonymous reviews.
Started writing: November 7th 2013, 3:10pm
Finished writing: November 7th 2013, 5:21pm
Started typing: January 6th 2014, 12:43pm
Finished typing: January 6th 2014, 1:02pm
Chapter 189/?: Labels
Characters: Jean-Pierre, François, Xavier
Genre: Humour
Rating for this chapter: T
Pairings: None
Summary: A series of short stories showing the evolution between Vincent and Jean-Pierre.
This chapter summary: Jean-Pierre and his buddies go out for a drink.
Under Different Circumstances
Labels
This idea is ancient. It was originally going to be a USUK fic, from when I was into that pairing, but I never got around to it. Then, it was going to be a PRUCAN fic, but again, I never got around to it. Finally, this year, I looked at my sheet of ideas and decided to put this one out of its misery, once and for all.
Based on something my godmother told me, five years ago, or so, on Christmas, or something.
Under Different Circumstances
Labels
Xavier, François and Jean-Pierre had decided to get together, for drinks, one night. The three of them hadn’t hung out together, in what felt like a lifetime and when they finally managed to coordinate their schedules, they decided to head to the first bar they could think of.
It so happened that Vincent was out of town, Hélène was visiting her sister, and Nathalie was going out, with her friends. It was a perfect opportunity.
They had spent most of the evening catching up, exchanging anecdotes about their work and home life, talking about the latest practice and upcoming games, and it was nice.
At some point, they stopped drinking and simply talked, since they each had to drive home and they knew their significant others would never speak to them again, if they drove home, under the influence. Not that they would, but it was best to stop now, regardless.
Halfway through their conversation, Jean-Pierre started peeling the labels off the bottles of beer that were on the table. He always peeled off the labels, from whatever bottle was in front of him, much to the annoyance of his friends and relatives. However, Xavier and François had another reasoning behind it.
“Tsé, Tremblay, j’ai lu que’qu’part que l’monde qui arrache les étiquettes, sur les bouteilles, sont sexuellement frustré.”/ “Y’know, Tremblay, I read somewhere that people who peel off labels, from bottles, are sexually frustrated.” François started. Xavier snorted in his glass of water, while Jean-Pierre sputtered indignantly.
“Es-tu en froid avec Vincent? Veux-tu en parler?”/ “Are you having a cold snap with Vincent? Do you want to talk about it?” Xavier asked his friend, in a condescending, teasing tone.
“Mêlez-vous dont d’vos affaires, sacramant!”/ “Mind your own business!”
“Sois pas gêné, là, tu peux nous en parler, tsé.”/ “Don’t be shy, you can tell us these things.”
“Ta yeule, Ferdinand!”/ “Shut up, Ferdinand!”
“You know, if you need to get laid, on peut te suggérer des places…”/ “…we can suggest places…” Xavier wiggled his eyebrows, at him. Jean-Pierre fumed and hit the table, with his hand.
“Es-tu en train de m’suggérer que ch’trompe mon mari, Xavier Leduc? Es-tu hors de ta tête! Franchement, penses-tu vraiment que j’f’rais que’qu’chose de même à Vincent?! Pour qui tu t’prends, mon tabarnac?”/ “Are you suggesting I cheat on my husband, Xavier Leduc? Are you out of your mind! Honestly, do you really think I would do something like that to Vincent?! Who do you think I am?” François sighed and put a calming hand on his friend’s forearm.
“Calme-toi, Tremblay, on t’niaisait. On l’sait ben qu’t’es trop emmouraché d’Vincent, pis qu’tu y f’rais jamais ça. T’es une cible facile, pis l’occasion était trop bonne, pour passer.”/ “Calm down, Tremblay, we were messing with you. We know you’re too in love with Vincent and that you’d never do that. You’re an easy target and the occasion was hard to pass.” Jean-Pierre glared at them both and pouted.
“Dites pas des conneries d’même, sont pas drôles.”/ “Don’t say stupid things, they’re not funny.”
“I thought it was funny.”
“Ouais, moi aussi. T’es l’seul qu’y’a pas d’sens d’humour.”/ “Yeah, me too. You’re the only one who doesn’t have a sense of humour.” Xavier told him.
“Vos yeules.”/ “Shut up.” The three of them fell silent and Jean-Pierre was convinced he had managed to shut his friends up, on the subject, but then an evil little smirk appeared on Xavier’s and François’ faces.
“Si c’est pas d’la frustration, ça s’rait tu que…”/ “If it’s not frustration, then would it be…”
“T’es mal baisé, Tremblay?”/ “The sex ain’t good no more?” François finished off, high-fiving Xavier.
“M’a vous éttriper, câlice!”/ “I swear, I’ll kill you both!” Jean-Pierre bellowed, making his two friends erupt in laughter. They really needed to go out, more often.
OWARI 189
I do accept anonymous reviews.
Started writing: November 7th 2013, 3:10pm
Finished writing: November 7th 2013, 5:21pm
Started typing: January 6th 2014, 12:43pm
Finished typing: January 6th 2014, 1:02pm