ON THE EIGHTH
ON THE EIGHTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS
my true love gave to me~
Oliver and Stewart!
Brian and Jon
Anderson and Stephen
Oliver aaaaaaand Demetriiii!
Geoffrey and Chuck
Oliver and Riggle
Anderson and Keith
And Jon and Stephen Hardly Working
The Christmas party of '08 was over, and Jon had probably had too much to drink. He was leaning drunkenly on his desk when the door opened after a light knock.
"Oh...so this is where you were hiding." Came a familiar British voice.
"John. I thought you left." John smiled as he walked over to Jon.
"Well, I was a bit worried 'bout you when you disappeared. I saw how much you drank tonight." Jon giggled.
"You drank quite a bit yourself, y'know." John smirked, as he sat next to Jon.
"Yeah, but I can still hold my liquor, old man."
"Oh, so we're going with insults, huh?" Jon slurred, as he leaned onto John. John started a bit before smiling.
"C'mon you, lets get you home." John leaned over Jon to try and take hold of the other man's side. Jon started giggling.
"What? Are you trying to...to carry me out of the building?! John started laughing as well, causing both men to nearly fall onto each other as they descended into a fit of giggles.
"Ah...I must have had too much to drink if I thought THAT was that funny. C'mon now, lets get going."
"Mkay..." Jon mumbled as he stumbled into John's arms.
"Jon..." John giggled. "I'm not ACTUALLY going to carry you, you know."
"Wimp..." John grinned.
"I may love you, but I've got to draw the line somewhere."
"Wimp..."
"Oh shut up! Come on. Lets go catch a cab. We have a nice long vacation waiting for us."
-end
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AHHH JON CAME OUT SO BAD! AHH BUT I HAD TO DO THIS REALLY FAST BECAUSE MY ORIGINAL SKETCH WAS AT MY FRIEND'S HOUSE! AHHHHH!
*dies and flees*
my true love gave to me~
Oliver and Stewart!
Brian and Jon
Anderson and Stephen
Oliver aaaaaaand Demetriiii!
Geoffrey and Chuck
Oliver and Riggle
Anderson and Keith
And Jon and Stephen Hardly Working
The Christmas party of '08 was over, and Jon had probably had too much to drink. He was leaning drunkenly on his desk when the door opened after a light knock.
"Oh...so this is where you were hiding." Came a familiar British voice.
"John. I thought you left." John smiled as he walked over to Jon.
"Well, I was a bit worried 'bout you when you disappeared. I saw how much you drank tonight." Jon giggled.
"You drank quite a bit yourself, y'know." John smirked, as he sat next to Jon.
"Yeah, but I can still hold my liquor, old man."
"Oh, so we're going with insults, huh?" Jon slurred, as he leaned onto John. John started a bit before smiling.
"C'mon you, lets get you home." John leaned over Jon to try and take hold of the other man's side. Jon started giggling.
"What? Are you trying to...to carry me out of the building?! John started laughing as well, causing both men to nearly fall onto each other as they descended into a fit of giggles.
"Ah...I must have had too much to drink if I thought THAT was that funny. C'mon now, lets get going."
"Mkay..." Jon mumbled as he stumbled into John's arms.
"Jon..." John giggled. "I'm not ACTUALLY going to carry you, you know."
"Wimp..." John grinned.
"I may love you, but I've got to draw the line somewhere."
"Wimp..."
"Oh shut up! Come on. Lets go catch a cab. We have a nice long vacation waiting for us."
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AHHH JON CAME OUT SO BAD! AHH BUT I HAD TO DO THIS REALLY FAST BECAUSE MY ORIGINAL SKETCH WAS AT MY FRIEND'S HOUSE! AHHHHH!
*dies and flees*