QaF ficlet
Title: Untitled
Author: 0corona0
Timeline: none - ergo basically no spoilers,
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Word Count: 246
Summary: Then again, maybe it is just a tiny bit illusional of Brian to blame this feeling of family onto alcohol and weed.
I would love feedback! :)
It is one of these nights when they get mindlessly drunk. How on earth they all ended up in the Loft is still a mystery, but now they are here: Spread out on the white carpet, each of them either with pizza or Chinese dug or a chicken salad, and a Jim Bean, or a Margarita, or a simple beer. A joint is being passed around, as well as the latest issue of Rage. A porn is running in the background, but the tone is muted, and instead, Pink Floyd descends from the stereo. Brian won the race to it and settled, together with Emmett, for their third album. Now he is sitting in front of the couch, his back leaning against the seat cushions. Michael’s head rests on his shoulder while Justin and Emmett share his lap. Lindsay sits on his other side, slid down so that her hair touches his upper arm, her legs crossing Justin’s. Next to Justin there is Melanie, both of them laughing over the way Brian’s chest looks from the angle of his legs. They just had a hit. Ted’s head is on Michael’s thigh, next to Emmett’s legs, and his own rest on Brian’s as well. They are laughing, chatting and singing. And drinking and smoking a lot of weed, so that might explain it.
Then again, maybe it is just a tiny bit illusional of Brian to blame this feeling of family onto alcohol and weed.
But only maybe.
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Also, the promised pic of my fabulous t-shirt!
this on the front, and the shirt's colour is yellow. Fabulous!
Author: 0corona0
Timeline: none - ergo basically no spoilers,
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Word Count: 246
Summary: Then again, maybe it is just a tiny bit illusional of Brian to blame this feeling of family onto alcohol and weed.
I would love feedback! :)
It is one of these nights when they get mindlessly drunk. How on earth they all ended up in the Loft is still a mystery, but now they are here: Spread out on the white carpet, each of them either with pizza or Chinese dug or a chicken salad, and a Jim Bean, or a Margarita, or a simple beer. A joint is being passed around, as well as the latest issue of Rage. A porn is running in the background, but the tone is muted, and instead, Pink Floyd descends from the stereo. Brian won the race to it and settled, together with Emmett, for their third album. Now he is sitting in front of the couch, his back leaning against the seat cushions. Michael’s head rests on his shoulder while Justin and Emmett share his lap. Lindsay sits on his other side, slid down so that her hair touches his upper arm, her legs crossing Justin’s. Next to Justin there is Melanie, both of them laughing over the way Brian’s chest looks from the angle of his legs. They just had a hit. Ted’s head is on Michael’s thigh, next to Emmett’s legs, and his own rest on Brian’s as well. They are laughing, chatting and singing. And drinking and smoking a lot of weed, so that might explain it.
Then again, maybe it is just a tiny bit illusional of Brian to blame this feeling of family onto alcohol and weed.
But only maybe.
____________________________
Also, the promised pic of my fabulous t-shirt!
this on the front, and the shirt's colour is yellow. Fabulous!