Fic: Complex (109/365, Multi Pairing, PG-13)
Title: Complex
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13 to start, might go up
Spoilers: None, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Numerous in this part
Prompt: #219- Patriotic ;; My Table
Summary: Follows the post-college life of a group of friends over the course of a year in a Santa Monica apartment complex.
Notes: See previous parts, by checking this tag for past notes. Italics to represent flashbacks
After the games have concluded, all residents of the apartment complex are treated to a barbecue though the guys are uncharacteristically quiet. They all sit together, overlapping picnic blankets to form one large seating area.
They’re just starting in on dessert before the fireworks start, both in the sky and on the blankets.
Christy was commenting on the dessert choices of blueberry cobbler, cherry pie and lemon meringue pie, the younger Dumas then commenting about Alex’s dessert plate which was seemingly overflowing with every type of dessert available.
Josh was no better, if not worse, though at least, in Alex’s case, he and Amy were sharing.
After Alex had pointed out that fact, Punk had made a choice comment resulting in Amy smashing a handful of blueberries on Punk’s head. Alex had snickered and gotten a face full of strawberries for his efforts; Tyson then making a comment of bashing their heads together and topping that with the meringue to make his own American flag.
Chaos had ensued and no one, or dessert, was safe.
And for the third time that day for most of them, they were once again underneath the outdoor showers, but this time they were all fully clothed.
Still dripping from their recent showers, they bundled the blankets together, standing instead to watch the fireworks display.
Amy wrung out her hair, “well this has been one of the more memorable…”
Alex nodded, “and at least this time no one’s in the emergency room.”
“Or jail,” the pair spoke in unison, glancing over to where Punk was standing.
Amy quirked a tiny smile, picking a stray strawberry from his hair, “Happy Fireworks and Booze day.”
Alex leaned down to kiss her, the two breaking apart just as the fireworks started.
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13 to start, might go up
Spoilers: None, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Numerous in this part
Prompt: #219- Patriotic ;; My Table
Summary: Follows the post-college life of a group of friends over the course of a year in a Santa Monica apartment complex.
Notes: See previous parts, by checking this tag for past notes. Italics to represent flashbacks
After the games have concluded, all residents of the apartment complex are treated to a barbecue though the guys are uncharacteristically quiet. They all sit together, overlapping picnic blankets to form one large seating area.
They’re just starting in on dessert before the fireworks start, both in the sky and on the blankets.
Christy was commenting on the dessert choices of blueberry cobbler, cherry pie and lemon meringue pie, the younger Dumas then commenting about Alex’s dessert plate which was seemingly overflowing with every type of dessert available.
Josh was no better, if not worse, though at least, in Alex’s case, he and Amy were sharing.
After Alex had pointed out that fact, Punk had made a choice comment resulting in Amy smashing a handful of blueberries on Punk’s head. Alex had snickered and gotten a face full of strawberries for his efforts; Tyson then making a comment of bashing their heads together and topping that with the meringue to make his own American flag.
Chaos had ensued and no one, or dessert, was safe.
And for the third time that day for most of them, they were once again underneath the outdoor showers, but this time they were all fully clothed.
Still dripping from their recent showers, they bundled the blankets together, standing instead to watch the fireworks display.
Amy wrung out her hair, “well this has been one of the more memorable…”
Alex nodded, “and at least this time no one’s in the emergency room.”
“Or jail,” the pair spoke in unison, glancing over to where Punk was standing.
Amy quirked a tiny smile, picking a stray strawberry from his hair, “Happy Fireworks and Booze day.”
Alex leaned down to kiss her, the two breaking apart just as the fireworks started.