Fic: The Adventures of Bum and Smurf-Girl
Title: The Adventures of Bum and Smurf-Girl
Characters/Pairings: Chester/Marz, Stacey, Ellis and Liz.
Word Count: 585
Rating: PG
H/C Bingo Prompt: Homelessness
Disclaimer: The story is mine, Stacey and Liz are mine, the rest aren't.
A/N: People, it's Chester, so naturally it's trying to be adorable and fluffy. Hope it succeeds and I hope you all like it.
Chester was freezing. He wasn't exactly sure what month it was, he found out those things by sneaking into the cinema and he hadn't seen a movie since... a very long time ago. All he knew that there was tasty white stuff falling from the sky, people were being really douchey with change lately and he needed a hot drink before his toes fell off from the cold.
The club was LSD-happy tonight, filled with lots of strange people in even stranger positions. With one couple, he was almost positive that the nice brown-haired lady who gave him poker winnings sometimes was going to break her back and not be able to go to college anymore. Then she'd be sad and he would feel bad for her.
The man at the bar snapped him out of his tangent. "Chester!"
"Yes, nice man?" Would the music and all the other noise please shut up? He couldn't hear himself shout!
"I can't keep giving you free drinks! Do you have enough money this time?" Okay, so maybe he wasn't all that nice.
He shoved his hands into the pockets of his overcoat, digging for the small silver things but coming up empty. Sighing heavily, he turned to walk back outside, back where he was alone and cold and starving.
"Hey, Chester!"
It was the cute, blonde girl who he liked a lot. And not just because her boobies were very pretty and spilled out because of that tight thing women wore to make their waists tiny.
"I can buy you a drink if you like?"
He nodded eagerly and she grinned warmly at him, hugging him back when his hug lifted her off the floor.
Mike folded his arms with a firm look. "Liz, I've talked to you about this before. I'm putting my foot down."
"But Miiiike, it's Chester! How can you resist those big, blue eyes?" She added to that with a pout of her own, making her heavily made-up eyes wider. Chester thought it made her look like one of those creepy dolls he saw in shop windows sometimes.
"Very easily." But he seemed to be softening up and Chester could almost feel the soothing heat of the whisky that would be pouring down his throat already.
"Just one more time, okay?"
He guzzled it with a cheer and Liz kissed him on the cheek before walking back into the crowd.
Half an hour later, his name was called again. "Chester!"
They sounded angry so he swirled around on his stool, only to come face to face with Smurf-Girl.
"How long have you been here?"
He wasn't sure. But Mike answered for him. "About an hour. And don't tell Michaud that he got a free drink again."
She tutted and pulled him off his chair. "And you don't come and see me? I'm hurt."
He hugged her tight, burying his head on her shoulder. "'m sorry, Smurf-Girl. Don't hate me?"
Suddenly she laughed. It was a pretty, sparkly sound. "Only if you stay here where it's warm and then come home with me later, okay? I've got a new movie."
He bounced in excitement. "Oh my God, I love you!"
She paused for a second, something sad in her eyes, but then reached into her suit jacket pocket and gave him enough money for a few more drinks. "Feeling's mutual."
He couldn't wait to see the greatest movie he'd ever seen in his life with the greatest smurf-girl he'd ever met in his life.
Characters/Pairings: Chester/Marz, Stacey, Ellis and Liz.
Word Count: 585
Rating: PG
H/C Bingo Prompt: Homelessness
Disclaimer: The story is mine, Stacey and Liz are mine, the rest aren't.
A/N: People, it's Chester, so naturally it's trying to be adorable and fluffy. Hope it succeeds and I hope you all like it.
Chester was freezing. He wasn't exactly sure what month it was, he found out those things by sneaking into the cinema and he hadn't seen a movie since... a very long time ago. All he knew that there was tasty white stuff falling from the sky, people were being really douchey with change lately and he needed a hot drink before his toes fell off from the cold.
The club was LSD-happy tonight, filled with lots of strange people in even stranger positions. With one couple, he was almost positive that the nice brown-haired lady who gave him poker winnings sometimes was going to break her back and not be able to go to college anymore. Then she'd be sad and he would feel bad for her.
The man at the bar snapped him out of his tangent. "Chester!"
"Yes, nice man?" Would the music and all the other noise please shut up? He couldn't hear himself shout!
"I can't keep giving you free drinks! Do you have enough money this time?" Okay, so maybe he wasn't all that nice.
He shoved his hands into the pockets of his overcoat, digging for the small silver things but coming up empty. Sighing heavily, he turned to walk back outside, back where he was alone and cold and starving.
"Hey, Chester!"
It was the cute, blonde girl who he liked a lot. And not just because her boobies were very pretty and spilled out because of that tight thing women wore to make their waists tiny.
"I can buy you a drink if you like?"
He nodded eagerly and she grinned warmly at him, hugging him back when his hug lifted her off the floor.
Mike folded his arms with a firm look. "Liz, I've talked to you about this before. I'm putting my foot down."
"But Miiiike, it's Chester! How can you resist those big, blue eyes?" She added to that with a pout of her own, making her heavily made-up eyes wider. Chester thought it made her look like one of those creepy dolls he saw in shop windows sometimes.
"Very easily." But he seemed to be softening up and Chester could almost feel the soothing heat of the whisky that would be pouring down his throat already.
"Just one more time, okay?"
He guzzled it with a cheer and Liz kissed him on the cheek before walking back into the crowd.
Half an hour later, his name was called again. "Chester!"
They sounded angry so he swirled around on his stool, only to come face to face with Smurf-Girl.
"How long have you been here?"
He wasn't sure. But Mike answered for him. "About an hour. And don't tell Michaud that he got a free drink again."
She tutted and pulled him off his chair. "And you don't come and see me? I'm hurt."
He hugged her tight, burying his head on her shoulder. "'m sorry, Smurf-Girl. Don't hate me?"
Suddenly she laughed. It was a pretty, sparkly sound. "Only if you stay here where it's warm and then come home with me later, okay? I've got a new movie."
He bounced in excitement. "Oh my God, I love you!"
She paused for a second, something sad in her eyes, but then reached into her suit jacket pocket and gave him enough money for a few more drinks. "Feeling's mutual."
He couldn't wait to see the greatest movie he'd ever seen in his life with the greatest smurf-girl he'd ever met in his life.