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[shaman_x]

Pick a Mike and I'll drabble. I don't promise to get to these with any speed. Or, indeed, ever. (Also for the Master, Mickey and Dennis Creevey.)

1. Playful!Mike - as AU!Mike, for John
2. Murderous!Mike - for Val
3. Flailing!Mike
4. Incarcerated!Mike - for Snake
5. Deviant!Mike - for Wes
6. Ill!Mike
7. Intoxicated!girl!Mike - for Harry

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[contd.]

"Oh." Harry let go, totally ignoring the crash as the bartender stumbled backwards into the optics. "It's funny, but when you were a guy you looked like my husband and now you're a girl you sort of look like my mother-in-law. They both left, you know. Jumped into a portal."

"That's not funny," Mike said, eyes welling up. "That's sad! That's really, really sad." He hugged Harry hard. "Whoa! Contact buzz! You must be really drunk!"

"No, you're drunk," Harry corrected. "I'm barely even topsy."

"Tipsy!"

"That too." Harry nodded. "Also, you can let go now."

Mike shook his head. "Not without falling over." One arm looped around Harry, he dug his free hand in his pockets, pulled out a couple of hundred dollars in loose notes and dropped on (and also off) the bar. "For the bill!"

"Bill who?" asked Harry.

"I'll call you a cab," said the bartender.

"No, you're a cab!" Mike yelled at him. Harry cracked up. "What? No, what?"

"'sokay." Harry waved at the bartender. "Got a driver. Inna limo. C'mon, Mike!"

Clinging together, they stumbled across the room in the vague direction of the door, which somehow kept moving, meaning they bumped into a table of heavy-set biker types.

"Leaving so soon?" One leered at Mike. "Your girlie looks ready to party."

"He's not my girlie," Mike said. "G'way."

"Aww, don't be like that, sweetcheeks," said another, rising from the table to block them in. "We just want to get to know you."

"I can mind you," Mike announced, waving a finger somewhere between the two men. "With my brain! An he's pumpkin."

One of the men chuckled in an evil sort of way. "Cute name."

"'snot a name. It's a boom," Mike insisted. "He boom you with pumpkin."

"I'm the Green Goblin, I am," Harry said.

"And I," cried Mike, pulling himself off Harry to stand up and gesture dramatically, "am ex-man!" Harry cracked up again. "What?! Stop doing that!"

Fortunately, the following fight didn't last very long and Mike felt a lot better after he'd puked all over the bikers, and the bartender felt a lot better after Harry paid for all the damages, and the driver felt a lot better when the two of them passed out before they could implement Mike's brilliant 'hey, I've sobered up a bit, let's take the goblin glider out for a spin' plan.