Fic: Complex (Multi-Pairing, 2/365, PG-13)
Title: Complex
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13 to start, might go up
Spoilers: None, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Lita, Trish Stratus, Eve, Velvet Sky; Alex Shelley, A.J Styles, Randy Orton and Tyson Tomko. Appearances throughout by many, many, many others.
Prompt: #002 - Get over it ;; My Table
Summary: Life at the apartment complex proves to be interesting.
Notes: Based slightly off of Friends and follows the post-college life of a group of friends and strangers as they get to know each other over the course of a year in a Santa Monica apartment complex.
They don’t even have their furniture set up; the living room still mostly lined with boxes and the bedrooms equally chaotic, but somehow the group of three figures that having a working internet connection is more important. Fortunately, the neighbors in apartment 3F have already figured out what to do and are more than happy to lend some assistance.
Never mind the fact that they’ve all known each other since kindergarten.
Trish peered into her bedroom, “are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
Chris Irvine sighed impatiently, “For the last time, Patricia Anne, I’m sure. This is kinda what I do for a living, remember?”
“Crazy kids,” Tyson muttered, the bald man sprawled on a bean bag chair in the dining room. “Hey sis, are you working tomorrow?”
“I’m on duty tomorrow,” Amy replied, the redhead currently putting away groceries. “So, yes, I am working but no, I can’t give you a ride.”
Tyson rolled his eyes, “then you can let me borrow the car.”
Amy scoffed, “I don’t think so, Ty. That’s my car.”
“I don’t think my desktop is supposed to be making that noise,” Trish pointed out, a skeptical look on her face. “Should I call Jay?”
“No,” Chris replied through gritted teeth. “I got this, okay? Trust me.”
Trish rolled her eyes, “famous last words…”
Tyson continued to plead his case, but Amy remained firm in her decision. “It’s not my fault that you crashed your own car, big brother.”
“I didn’t crash it, that idiot A.J did.”
Amy shook her head, “that’s not what I heard.”
“You believe A.J over me?”
“Uh, yeah…” Amy shut the cabinet doors, “face it Ty- that was your fault.”
“I can’t believe I’m being betrayed by my own flesh and blood.”
“Put on your big-boy pants and get over it,” Amy suggested, sticking out her tongue when her brother glared. “And for the last time? No, you cannot borrow my car.”
Trish backed slowly into the hallway, causing the two siblings to stop their banter. “Um, can one of you call Jay? My desktop is smoking.”
Amy blinked, “why call him when we can just go across the hallway?”
“Fucking Christ, Irvine, we just moved in here,” Tyson grumbled, marching with a purpose to Trish’s bedroom. “If there’s any smoke damage, you are paying for it or I will beat your ass.”
Chris held up in his hands, “I didn’t do anything!”
Trish cleared her throat, catching the attention of the two men. “Um, we’re just gonna go talk to Jay… maybe stay the night over there.”
Chris scoffed, “and I keep telling you Trish, there is absolutely nothing wrong with your computer.”
Those were the last words out of Chris’ mouth before a wide array of buzzing and whirring emitted from the desktop… the occupants all quickly exiting the premises.
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13 to start, might go up
Spoilers: None, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Lita, Trish Stratus, Eve, Velvet Sky; Alex Shelley, A.J Styles, Randy Orton and Tyson Tomko. Appearances throughout by many, many, many others.
Prompt: #002 - Get over it ;; My Table
Summary: Life at the apartment complex proves to be interesting.
Notes: Based slightly off of Friends and follows the post-college life of a group of friends and strangers as they get to know each other over the course of a year in a Santa Monica apartment complex.
They don’t even have their furniture set up; the living room still mostly lined with boxes and the bedrooms equally chaotic, but somehow the group of three figures that having a working internet connection is more important. Fortunately, the neighbors in apartment 3F have already figured out what to do and are more than happy to lend some assistance.
Never mind the fact that they’ve all known each other since kindergarten.
Trish peered into her bedroom, “are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
Chris Irvine sighed impatiently, “For the last time, Patricia Anne, I’m sure. This is kinda what I do for a living, remember?”
“Crazy kids,” Tyson muttered, the bald man sprawled on a bean bag chair in the dining room. “Hey sis, are you working tomorrow?”
“I’m on duty tomorrow,” Amy replied, the redhead currently putting away groceries. “So, yes, I am working but no, I can’t give you a ride.”
Tyson rolled his eyes, “then you can let me borrow the car.”
Amy scoffed, “I don’t think so, Ty. That’s my car.”
“I don’t think my desktop is supposed to be making that noise,” Trish pointed out, a skeptical look on her face. “Should I call Jay?”
“No,” Chris replied through gritted teeth. “I got this, okay? Trust me.”
Trish rolled her eyes, “famous last words…”
Tyson continued to plead his case, but Amy remained firm in her decision. “It’s not my fault that you crashed your own car, big brother.”
“I didn’t crash it, that idiot A.J did.”
Amy shook her head, “that’s not what I heard.”
“You believe A.J over me?”
“Uh, yeah…” Amy shut the cabinet doors, “face it Ty- that was your fault.”
“I can’t believe I’m being betrayed by my own flesh and blood.”
“Put on your big-boy pants and get over it,” Amy suggested, sticking out her tongue when her brother glared. “And for the last time? No, you cannot borrow my car.”
Trish backed slowly into the hallway, causing the two siblings to stop their banter. “Um, can one of you call Jay? My desktop is smoking.”
Amy blinked, “why call him when we can just go across the hallway?”
“Fucking Christ, Irvine, we just moved in here,” Tyson grumbled, marching with a purpose to Trish’s bedroom. “If there’s any smoke damage, you are paying for it or I will beat your ass.”
Chris held up in his hands, “I didn’t do anything!”
Trish cleared her throat, catching the attention of the two men. “Um, we’re just gonna go talk to Jay… maybe stay the night over there.”
Chris scoffed, “and I keep telling you Trish, there is absolutely nothing wrong with your computer.”
Those were the last words out of Chris’ mouth before a wide array of buzzing and whirring emitted from the desktop… the occupants all quickly exiting the premises.