Fic: EYE OF THE TIGER
Title: EYE OF THE TIGER
Ship: Characters: Sulu/Chekov if you squint, Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Scotty
Authorwitblogi
Rating:pg+13
Words: 451
Summary: Guy's night and guess what game they're playing???
Warnings: shouting and swearing and chekov-speak
Disclaimer: I don't own treekk or rock band :)
2200 hours, Quarters of Pavel Chekov and Hikaru Sulu, Guy’s night Formerly known as Party night until it was proven that Uhura pwns at all video games and was promptly banned from playing and watching altogether.
“EYE OF THE TIGER.”
“Ve do this every day. Vhy not try something else, maybe Psycho Killer?” Chekov suggested twirling his drum sticks dexterously.
“EYE OF THE TIGER.”
“Maybe, maybe we should just do Eye of the Tiger again. I’m afraid Sulu might break something if we don’t.” Kirk swung his mic on its cord around his finger.
“I have no objections to Survivor,” Spock adjusted the strap of his guitar so it rested low in his grip becoming an adequate bass.
“YES.” Sulu hit the green fret and they began. Opening with Spock strumming quickly, he was followed closely by Sulu and Chekov while Kirk bounced in time.
“Not eye of the tiger again! Don’t you people know any other songs?” Bones came into the small set of rooms carrying replenished snack bowls from the mess. Next came in Scotty carrying a large jug full of something that looked suspiciously like moonshine.
“IT’S A CLASSIC,”
“Has anyone else noticed Sulu’s incapable of speaking without caps while Eye of the Tiger is involved?”
“Sing, SING, KEPTIN.” Chekov urged, rocking as he was with the base pedal and drums to keep rhythm.
“Rising up, back on the street, did my time took my chances…”
“You are off tune, Captain.”
“Sulu. Sulu vhammy. VHAMMY. VHAMMY NOW.”
“SHUT UP, CHEKOV. I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING.”
“THEN VHY ARE YOU NOT VHAMMYING?”
“BECAUSE YOU’RE BEING SUCH A DISTRACTING BACKSEAT GUITARIST!”
“Rising up to the challenge of our rivals…”
“Captain you are still off tune and losing points.”
“ STAR POWER. SHIT YES.”
“ROCK STARS VE ARE DEM,”
“I can’t even hear myself sing. CHEKOV STOP DRUMMING SO LOUDLY.”
“Mr. Spock’s on expert aye? Could this be technically considered masturbation?”
“No. The dexterity and command of ones fingers are under a completely separate control center of the brain,” Spock rocked his guitar up to ignite his own star power.
“EYYYYEE OF THE TIIGEERR…”
“SHIT. SHIT, WHERE’D THE BLUE KEY GO?”
“Infants. Who thinks we should kick Sulu out and bring Uhura back?”
“Boo! Uhura is a force of nature. There’s no way anyone can be that good at Call of Duty.”
“Captain. Continue singing.”
“Face to face out in the heat, hangin’ tough, stayin’ hungry…”
“ I dinnae know. All that finger-flailing and a Vulcan…”
“Mr. Scott-”
“ SHIT.”
“VHAT DID YOU DO?”
“I PRESSED PAUSE SORRY.”
“ I was in the middle of a note!”
“JESUS RELAX,”
“NEXT TIME VE ARE PLAYING DDR.”
“THEE EYYYYEE OF THE TIIGEERR--ERRR…”
Ship: Characters: Sulu/Chekov if you squint, Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Scotty
Authorwitblogi
Rating:pg+13
Words: 451
Summary: Guy's night and guess what game they're playing???
Warnings: shouting and swearing and chekov-speak
Disclaimer: I don't own treekk or rock band :)
2200 hours, Quarters of Pavel Chekov and Hikaru Sulu, Guy’s night Formerly known as Party night until it was proven that Uhura pwns at all video games and was promptly banned from playing and watching altogether.
“EYE OF THE TIGER.”
“Ve do this every day. Vhy not try something else, maybe Psycho Killer?” Chekov suggested twirling his drum sticks dexterously.
“EYE OF THE TIGER.”
“Maybe, maybe we should just do Eye of the Tiger again. I’m afraid Sulu might break something if we don’t.” Kirk swung his mic on its cord around his finger.
“I have no objections to Survivor,” Spock adjusted the strap of his guitar so it rested low in his grip becoming an adequate bass.
“YES.” Sulu hit the green fret and they began. Opening with Spock strumming quickly, he was followed closely by Sulu and Chekov while Kirk bounced in time.
“Not eye of the tiger again! Don’t you people know any other songs?” Bones came into the small set of rooms carrying replenished snack bowls from the mess. Next came in Scotty carrying a large jug full of something that looked suspiciously like moonshine.
“IT’S A CLASSIC,”
“Has anyone else noticed Sulu’s incapable of speaking without caps while Eye of the Tiger is involved?”
“Sing, SING, KEPTIN.” Chekov urged, rocking as he was with the base pedal and drums to keep rhythm.
“Rising up, back on the street, did my time took my chances…”
“You are off tune, Captain.”
“Sulu. Sulu vhammy. VHAMMY. VHAMMY NOW.”
“SHUT UP, CHEKOV. I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING.”
“THEN VHY ARE YOU NOT VHAMMYING?”
“BECAUSE YOU’RE BEING SUCH A DISTRACTING BACKSEAT GUITARIST!”
“Rising up to the challenge of our rivals…”
“Captain you are still off tune and losing points.”
“ STAR POWER. SHIT YES.”
“ROCK STARS VE ARE DEM,”
“I can’t even hear myself sing. CHEKOV STOP DRUMMING SO LOUDLY.”
“Mr. Spock’s on expert aye? Could this be technically considered masturbation?”
“No. The dexterity and command of ones fingers are under a completely separate control center of the brain,” Spock rocked his guitar up to ignite his own star power.
“EYYYYEE OF THE TIIGEERR…”
“SHIT. SHIT, WHERE’D THE BLUE KEY GO?”
“Infants. Who thinks we should kick Sulu out and bring Uhura back?”
“Boo! Uhura is a force of nature. There’s no way anyone can be that good at Call of Duty.”
“Captain. Continue singing.”
“Face to face out in the heat, hangin’ tough, stayin’ hungry…”
“ I dinnae know. All that finger-flailing and a Vulcan…”
“Mr. Scott-”
“ SHIT.”
“VHAT DID YOU DO?”
“I PRESSED PAUSE SORRY.”
“ I was in the middle of a note!”
“JESUS RELAX,”
“NEXT TIME VE ARE PLAYING DDR.”
“THEE EYYYYEE OF THE TIIGEERR--ERRR…”