Original: A Night at the Improv (Rick/Mel) G
Title: A Night at the Improv [ INDEX]
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Mel, Rick and an improv host
Rating: G
Summary: A chance stop on the last night of their honeymoon just might test Rick's will.
Warning: Any drooling brought on by a certain fireman being awesome is expected... April 24, 2010 (six days after The Hot Dog. *Written for Round 26 of prompt_in_a_box. Prompt #32: "I know why you don't talk. Because you're angry. You're angry because they make you wear a dress." (The Last Samurai, 2003) *for luxuria_oceanus. BECAUSE.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!! Inspirations all come from characteraday, with thanks. Any mistakes with Spanish grammar are also mine. Thanks to luxuria_oceanus for the translation
Rick and Mel were sitting at the small table inside the improve club in Phoenix, watching as the host was helping a woman onto the stage. They'd done a quick dinner and happened to be passing by the club just as the show was starting, so they ducked inside and, so far, had been enjoying the evening's entertainment.
"And," the host said into the microphone as he turned back to the crowd, "now, we need... manly man. Very-" he said before puffing up his chest and making a face. English was most definitely not the small man's first language, but he was doing very well, only letting a few Spanish words slip into the show.
Mel pointed to Rick, raising her right arm over her head. "How about a fireman?" she shouted. The squeak from Rick caused her to give him a cheeky grin.
Up on the stage, the man's eyes narrowed slightly. "Uh.. fire- Oh, bombero? Si, si. Very manly." He waved to Rick, who shook his head. Mel tilted her head, gave him a small pout and nodded.
Rick closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "Fine," he said, pushing up. Raising a finger, he gave her a stare and pointed. "No pictures."
Mel shook her head and motioned to the table. "No camera." Pointing toward the stage and waiting skit, Mel made a face and grinned as he headed for the edge of the stage.
Once Rick got up with the others, the host pointed them to his associate. "While they get the costumes, we will pick their lines, yes? One line per person, only words they say," he nodded. "Words for el nino.. ah, child."
"I want ice cream!" someone yelled from the other side of the room. The man pointed to him and nodded.
"And, for.. uh.. Superman?"
Mel flashed to Rick standing in the kitchen on Halloween and responded before she could even laugh at the prompt. "Hail, Zod!" The man pointed to her and nodded.
"And, for a lady? La mujer," he added.
"Who will save us!" a woman shouted from near the bar.
"Bueno!" he said with a nod and held up a finger. Moving back to the divider, he glanced between the three folks who'd volunteered or, in Rick's case, been volunteered. "You heard your lines, yes?"
The woman and man who'd been picked first both nodded to him as the stagehand fixed the collar of Rick's costume. Rick, the host noticed, did not look happy, but he simply laughed.
Clapping a hand to Rick's shoulder, the man nodded to him. "I know why you don't talk," he said with a nod. "Because you're angry." Rick looked at him, but said nothing. The host nodded again and gave him a wink. "You're angry because we make you wear a dress, si?"
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Mel, Rick and an improv host
Rating: G
Summary: A chance stop on the last night of their honeymoon just might test Rick's will.
Warning: Any drooling brought on by a certain fireman being awesome is expected... April 24, 2010 (six days after The Hot Dog. *Written for Round 26 of prompt_in_a_box. Prompt #32: "I know why you don't talk. Because you're angry. You're angry because they make you wear a dress." (The Last Samurai, 2003) *for luxuria_oceanus. BECAUSE.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!! Inspirations all come from characteraday, with thanks. Any mistakes with Spanish grammar are also mine. Thanks to luxuria_oceanus for the translation
Rick and Mel were sitting at the small table inside the improve club in Phoenix, watching as the host was helping a woman onto the stage. They'd done a quick dinner and happened to be passing by the club just as the show was starting, so they ducked inside and, so far, had been enjoying the evening's entertainment.
"And," the host said into the microphone as he turned back to the crowd, "now, we need... manly man. Very-" he said before puffing up his chest and making a face. English was most definitely not the small man's first language, but he was doing very well, only letting a few Spanish words slip into the show.
Mel pointed to Rick, raising her right arm over her head. "How about a fireman?" she shouted. The squeak from Rick caused her to give him a cheeky grin.
Up on the stage, the man's eyes narrowed slightly. "Uh.. fire- Oh, bombero? Si, si. Very manly." He waved to Rick, who shook his head. Mel tilted her head, gave him a small pout and nodded.
Rick closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "Fine," he said, pushing up. Raising a finger, he gave her a stare and pointed. "No pictures."
Mel shook her head and motioned to the table. "No camera." Pointing toward the stage and waiting skit, Mel made a face and grinned as he headed for the edge of the stage.
Once Rick got up with the others, the host pointed them to his associate. "While they get the costumes, we will pick their lines, yes? One line per person, only words they say," he nodded. "Words for el nino.. ah, child."
"I want ice cream!" someone yelled from the other side of the room. The man pointed to him and nodded.
"And, for.. uh.. Superman?"
Mel flashed to Rick standing in the kitchen on Halloween and responded before she could even laugh at the prompt. "Hail, Zod!" The man pointed to her and nodded.
"And, for a lady? La mujer," he added.
"Who will save us!" a woman shouted from near the bar.
"Bueno!" he said with a nod and held up a finger. Moving back to the divider, he glanced between the three folks who'd volunteered or, in Rick's case, been volunteered. "You heard your lines, yes?"
The woman and man who'd been picked first both nodded to him as the stagehand fixed the collar of Rick's costume. Rick, the host noticed, did not look happy, but he simply laughed.
Clapping a hand to Rick's shoulder, the man nodded to him. "I know why you don't talk," he said with a nod. "Because you're angry." Rick looked at him, but said nothing. The host nodded again and gave him a wink. "You're angry because we make you wear a dress, si?"