Drabble for finallymadeit
Note: Again this should be in Eris' journal. I am just BAD about that today. Ugh. But I AM getting the drabbles written so maybe that makes up for it. Also, I know that based on the name of the song, this should have been a sexy drabble. But well...the song is just so...FUN. So I had to make it lighthearted and fluffy. Yes. That's right. Fluff. In Irony!verse. No! Say it isn't so!
Eris wasn't exactly sure HOW Ryan talked her into this, but her hair was all piled into a ponytail on the side of her head and she was wearing an acid wash mini skirt that she had found at the back of her mother's closet. And she had thought her father's wardrobe was bad.
Ryan was doing a little better in the button down shirt and white boxers he had stolen from Avenant -- a pair of sunglasses making the outfit. Grinning, he went over and pressed the button on the stereo system -- the opening chords of "Heat of the Moment" filling the room.
"Ryan?"
"Yes?"
"What are we doing?"
"Having an 80's Dance Party." He said this as if it should have been the most obvious thing in the world. Never mind the fact that neither one of them were alive anytime near the 80s.
"Oh. Of course." It was silly and dumb and the best idea she had ever heard. So following Ryan's lead, she broke out the most horrendous, head bopping dance moves she could think of -- moving about the room in time to the music.
Which is why when Avenant found them later, they were both laying across the bed, too tired to even think about moving. Still wearng their ridiculous outfits. Falling down on the mattress inbetween his sister and Ryan, he grinned as they both curled into him. "Introduced you to Asia, did he?"
"You knew about this?"
"Oh yeah. We did the whole Risky Business thing last week. Where do you think he got the outfit?"
Eris wasn't exactly sure HOW Ryan talked her into this, but her hair was all piled into a ponytail on the side of her head and she was wearing an acid wash mini skirt that she had found at the back of her mother's closet. And she had thought her father's wardrobe was bad.
Ryan was doing a little better in the button down shirt and white boxers he had stolen from Avenant -- a pair of sunglasses making the outfit. Grinning, he went over and pressed the button on the stereo system -- the opening chords of "Heat of the Moment" filling the room.
"Ryan?"
"Yes?"
"What are we doing?"
"Having an 80's Dance Party." He said this as if it should have been the most obvious thing in the world. Never mind the fact that neither one of them were alive anytime near the 80s.
"Oh. Of course." It was silly and dumb and the best idea she had ever heard. So following Ryan's lead, she broke out the most horrendous, head bopping dance moves she could think of -- moving about the room in time to the music.
Which is why when Avenant found them later, they were both laying across the bed, too tired to even think about moving. Still wearng their ridiculous outfits. Falling down on the mattress inbetween his sister and Ryan, he grinned as they both curled into him. "Introduced you to Asia, did he?"
"You knew about this?"
"Oh yeah. We did the whole Risky Business thing last week. Where do you think he got the outfit?"