fic: drunken hero, (2/5)
Title: Drunken Hero 2
Author: boredlittlestudent / vodooman
Fandom: Smallville
Claim: Oliver Queen
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Word count: 404
Summary: He was actually fighting with the coat stand…
Author's notes: I can’t believe no one thought of putting Lex Luthor or Oliver Queen for a claim! Those people are always drinking or drunk when on the show! (ok, so not really drunk … except for some times… but you know what I mean)
#2: drunk
He was sooo drunk. He was sure that he’s never seen his boss this drunk before, or any other person for that matter of fact. Well, except for the one time that Lois got drunk and almost ruined Chloe’s and Jimmy’s engagement party.
To be fair, Oliver’s current state had started out innocent anyway. The League members were celebrating another destroyed 33.1 facility, and somehow someone must have spiked the punch. Because as far as he could tell, that was everything that Oliver had drank all evening. And Oliver had drank loads of it… Probably most of it all by himself.
And now, their fearless leader was starting a fight with the coat stand. “You got a problem? You got a problem?” asked an aggravated Oliver the innocent coat stand, while waving his fists in front of him. Bart was laughing at the scene, his cheeks flush, telling Clark that even he drank the spiked punch. That, or maybe it had been Bart who spiked the punch knowingly.
To help out his leader, and save him from an embarrassing morning after, Clark took Oliver by the arm and started to drag him in the direction of his bed room. “Oliver, I think he really didn’t mean it!” he said, to appease the drunken hero, humouring him.
“Yes… well, I dinn thiiink sssooo” slurped Oliver, while staggering behind Clark. Then Oliver placed his hand of the other mans shoulder and started to grin at him “Clllaaark, you know you’re poba..prla…popably my best frieeend…”
Clark rolled his eyes. Oliver was drunk just as bad as Lois. He just hoped that Ollie wouldn’t start to profess his love for him, like Lois had done after taking her home. “Ermmm.. Thank you Oliver. You’re a good friend too!” he answered awkwardly when he noticed the other man waiting for something.
“And you know who I like toooo?” asked Oliver with a silly grin on his face.
Clark shook his head, two more corridors, and then he’d leave Oliver to sleep of his drunkenness.
“Chloe! I like her!” Lulled Oliver. “There’s noooo one as pretty and nice as our siiiiiidekick!” he giggled.
Clark shook his head, he’d make sure that the next party would be spiked-punch-free! After he dumped Oliver by the door to his bedroom, Clark returned to the party, to see if any other of the League heroes was by now as busted as their fearless leader.
Author: boredlittlestudent / vodooman
Fandom: Smallville
Claim: Oliver Queen
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Word count: 404
Summary: He was actually fighting with the coat stand…
Author's notes: I can’t believe no one thought of putting Lex Luthor or Oliver Queen for a claim! Those people are always drinking or drunk when on the show! (ok, so not really drunk … except for some times… but you know what I mean)
#2: drunk
He was sooo drunk. He was sure that he’s never seen his boss this drunk before, or any other person for that matter of fact. Well, except for the one time that Lois got drunk and almost ruined Chloe’s and Jimmy’s engagement party.
To be fair, Oliver’s current state had started out innocent anyway. The League members were celebrating another destroyed 33.1 facility, and somehow someone must have spiked the punch. Because as far as he could tell, that was everything that Oliver had drank all evening. And Oliver had drank loads of it… Probably most of it all by himself.
And now, their fearless leader was starting a fight with the coat stand. “You got a problem? You got a problem?” asked an aggravated Oliver the innocent coat stand, while waving his fists in front of him. Bart was laughing at the scene, his cheeks flush, telling Clark that even he drank the spiked punch. That, or maybe it had been Bart who spiked the punch knowingly.
To help out his leader, and save him from an embarrassing morning after, Clark took Oliver by the arm and started to drag him in the direction of his bed room. “Oliver, I think he really didn’t mean it!” he said, to appease the drunken hero, humouring him.
“Yes… well, I dinn thiiink sssooo” slurped Oliver, while staggering behind Clark. Then Oliver placed his hand of the other mans shoulder and started to grin at him “Clllaaark, you know you’re poba..prla…popably my best frieeend…”
Clark rolled his eyes. Oliver was drunk just as bad as Lois. He just hoped that Ollie wouldn’t start to profess his love for him, like Lois had done after taking her home. “Ermmm.. Thank you Oliver. You’re a good friend too!” he answered awkwardly when he noticed the other man waiting for something.
“And you know who I like toooo?” asked Oliver with a silly grin on his face.
Clark shook his head, two more corridors, and then he’d leave Oliver to sleep of his drunkenness.
“Chloe! I like her!” Lulled Oliver. “There’s noooo one as pretty and nice as our siiiiiidekick!” he giggled.
Clark shook his head, he’d make sure that the next party would be spiked-punch-free! After he dumped Oliver by the door to his bedroom, Clark returned to the party, to see if any other of the League heroes was by now as busted as their fearless leader.