Fic: Untitled Low Rimmer / Brett Riverboat Double Drabble (PG)
I finally gave into the pairing generator with a relatively normal pairing.
Sort of.
Well, it doesn't involve Archie the Penis.
*****
“You look like smeg, man,” Lister said, peering at the fetal-positioned, whimpering Rimmer.
“It’s a holovirus,” Kryten said. “Sir, if I hook up the AR machine to Mister Rimmer’s light bee, you can search for the virus while I keep an eye on him.”
“And then what?”
“I’m not sure, sir. Just look for something out of place and work it out from there.” He leaned in and whispered, “And hurry, please. Before he thinks about gingham.”
Brett Riverboat strolled into the saloon. Something out of place…there. Holly, bartending. He sauntered over. “Hey, Hol.”
She pushed a mug to him, nodding at the stage to her right. “Over there, partner.”
He looked at the saloon girls appreciatively. Then he blinked, hard. One of them was Yvonne McGruder, and next to her, a saloon g…hologram, with a black feathered headdress and a crooked ‘H’ on his forehead.
The Low sashayed over with a smirk. Brett grinned. “I’m gonna make sure a lowlife virus like you never shows his face here again.”
The Low giggled. Brett swallowed. “I do have to kill you, right?” he asked, weakly.
Low Rimmer stepped a little too close and smiled a little too widely. “Giddyup, cowboy.”
*****
I am sad that I didn't manage to fit in a) Dangerous Dan, or b) Male!Holly playing piano in the saloon.
Sort of.
Well, it doesn't involve Archie the Penis.
*****
“You look like smeg, man,” Lister said, peering at the fetal-positioned, whimpering Rimmer.
“It’s a holovirus,” Kryten said. “Sir, if I hook up the AR machine to Mister Rimmer’s light bee, you can search for the virus while I keep an eye on him.”
“And then what?”
“I’m not sure, sir. Just look for something out of place and work it out from there.” He leaned in and whispered, “And hurry, please. Before he thinks about gingham.”
Brett Riverboat strolled into the saloon. Something out of place…there. Holly, bartending. He sauntered over. “Hey, Hol.”
She pushed a mug to him, nodding at the stage to her right. “Over there, partner.”
He looked at the saloon girls appreciatively. Then he blinked, hard. One of them was Yvonne McGruder, and next to her, a saloon g…hologram, with a black feathered headdress and a crooked ‘H’ on his forehead.
The Low sashayed over with a smirk. Brett grinned. “I’m gonna make sure a lowlife virus like you never shows his face here again.”
The Low giggled. Brett swallowed. “I do have to kill you, right?” he asked, weakly.
Low Rimmer stepped a little too close and smiled a little too widely. “Giddyup, cowboy.”
*****
I am sad that I didn't manage to fit in a) Dangerous Dan, or b) Male!Holly playing piano in the saloon.