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rugbytackleTitle: The Morning After
Author: Viper (nicksviper@comcast.net)
Website: Illusion (http://www.shinysparklyworld.com/rpsindex.html)
Pairing: PinkViggo/Sean B.
Rating: PG
Summary: Billy pays a visit to Bean's house 'the morning after' events in Twee Slut.
Notes: sidefic/sequel to Twee Slut.
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, not profit, and the author makes no claim through these works as to the actual lives/preferences/activities of the people mentioned herein.
Billy slid through the door, hissing out a curse under his breath. He glared at his hand and whisper-cursed again. He set the key on the counter and snatched up a nearby dish towel. Still frowning, he shook his head. Trust Bean to leave his spare key inside the buggery flower pot instead of underneath it like normal people. Billy seethed quietly for a while longer as he scrubbed pottinng soil from his hand. Dom and Orli had best appreciate this. And he didn't mean with words. He wanted alcohol, lots of it, as his payment for being awakened at 6 am and ordered to go to Bean's to snoop around.
He sighed, making a face at his mostly clean hand. Best get this over with before Bean woke up. Making his way through the downstairs, he paused at the front room and blinked. Jaysus. What the hell had happened here? Looked like terrorists had used glitter bombs to take out an off-license. The coffee table and floor were littered with tiny empty bottles of rum. Ah, and one large empty bottle as well. And makeup. More glitter makeup in one place than Billy'd seen in his entire life. He paused. Well, with the exception of Dom and Orli's place. Ah, so this had to be their doing. They'd hired someone to come in, get Bean drunk off his arse and then make him up better than Bowie. Good trick. But why couldn’t the bloke they'd hired take the photos? Why did Billy have to get up at this ungodly hour, play Alan Titchmarsh to get the bleeding key, and then traipse through this glitter wonderland? Billy let out another muttered curse as he side-stepped a puddle of purple glitter gel.
Silently, he made his way up the stairs, avoiding more empty bottles. He did his best to avoid the glitter, but it was literally everywhere. He'd be leaving sparkly footprints for days to come. He rolled his eyes and thought of new names to call his beaming, bouncy friends back in the States. They owed him a new pair of shoes too. A case of assorted single malts and a pair of new shoes. Pausing after tripping over a towel in the hallway, he took a deep breath to calm himself.
Fortified, and thankful that this would soon be over with, he pushed open the door to Bean's bedroom. And felt his jaw drop practically to the floor. It wasn't that the bedroom was a mirror of the living room -- bottles and glitter and makeup, oh my -- it was that Bean, good, solid, steady as a rock, Bean, had burgundy hair, matching lipstick smeared across his face, and glitter strewn over whatever body parts Billy could see. And sprawled across his chest, smiling peacefully in his sleep, was an equally glitter-fied Viggo. With pink hair. And black eyeliner smudged around his eyes.
Sweet mother of God. Billy could do nothing but stare. Bean and Viggo. Viggo and Bean. And glitter. He blinked several times to hopefully aid his brain in processing this information. Right. Start at the beginning. Bean is naked in bed with Viggo. Who is also naked. Both are covered in assorted makeup products and glitter. Viggo's hair is pink. Bean's hair is burgundy. They have been drinking. A lot. And somehow Orlando and Dominic are behind this. Damn, they look good in makeup and funky hair. No, no, no, wait, erroneous thought. Banish it, go 'way. Can't be thinking that. But they do. Oh hell.
Billy shrugged, allowing himself a few more seconds to just soak up the sight before getting out his camera and beginning to snap photos. Tiptoeing around the bed for a different angle, he nearly tripped over what appeared to be another camera. He stifled a whimper imagining what shots he'd find on there. No, can't do that. Want to veeeery much, but won't. He grinned. He could, however, give them a little gift. He finished with his own camera, wishing he'd thought to bring an extra memory stick, then picked up the camera on the floor. He moved around the bed, getting some great shots, including close ups of both Vig and Bean and some artistic close-ups of Bean's glitter-covered foot, and the smeared writing on Vig's chest. Not bad. Oh, he had blackmail material for years to come now. Although there was always the possibility that they'd just pummel him instead of giving into his demands. Hmm, however, Dom and Orli were all the way in LA. They couldn't pummel him. Billy smirked. Oh yes, two cases of single malt, new shoes and possibly...a surf trip next summer. These photos were definitely worth it. Setting down the other camera, he tucked his own safely into a pocket and made his way downstairs, through the glitter-alcohol maze and back out the door. He locked it and frowned at the flowerpot. Dammit. He walked around the back garden, happy when he finally located a fallen tree twig, using it to dig into the flowerpot and then dumping the key back in. He patted down the soil with a rock, muttering to himself as he did.
Walking back to his car, Billy pulled out his phone and switched it on. He grinned as he dialed and listened to it ring. "Yes, it's me. Yes, I just came from there and yes, I have photos. Now....let's talk payment..."
Author: Viper (nicksviper@comcast.net)
Website: Illusion (http://www.shinysparklyworld.com/rpsindex.html)
Pairing: PinkViggo/Sean B.
Rating: PG
Summary: Billy pays a visit to Bean's house 'the morning after' events in Twee Slut.
Notes: sidefic/sequel to Twee Slut.
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, not profit, and the author makes no claim through these works as to the actual lives/preferences/activities of the people mentioned herein.
Billy slid through the door, hissing out a curse under his breath. He glared at his hand and whisper-cursed again. He set the key on the counter and snatched up a nearby dish towel. Still frowning, he shook his head. Trust Bean to leave his spare key inside the buggery flower pot instead of underneath it like normal people. Billy seethed quietly for a while longer as he scrubbed pottinng soil from his hand. Dom and Orli had best appreciate this. And he didn't mean with words. He wanted alcohol, lots of it, as his payment for being awakened at 6 am and ordered to go to Bean's to snoop around.
He sighed, making a face at his mostly clean hand. Best get this over with before Bean woke up. Making his way through the downstairs, he paused at the front room and blinked. Jaysus. What the hell had happened here? Looked like terrorists had used glitter bombs to take out an off-license. The coffee table and floor were littered with tiny empty bottles of rum. Ah, and one large empty bottle as well. And makeup. More glitter makeup in one place than Billy'd seen in his entire life. He paused. Well, with the exception of Dom and Orli's place. Ah, so this had to be their doing. They'd hired someone to come in, get Bean drunk off his arse and then make him up better than Bowie. Good trick. But why couldn’t the bloke they'd hired take the photos? Why did Billy have to get up at this ungodly hour, play Alan Titchmarsh to get the bleeding key, and then traipse through this glitter wonderland? Billy let out another muttered curse as he side-stepped a puddle of purple glitter gel.
Silently, he made his way up the stairs, avoiding more empty bottles. He did his best to avoid the glitter, but it was literally everywhere. He'd be leaving sparkly footprints for days to come. He rolled his eyes and thought of new names to call his beaming, bouncy friends back in the States. They owed him a new pair of shoes too. A case of assorted single malts and a pair of new shoes. Pausing after tripping over a towel in the hallway, he took a deep breath to calm himself.
Fortified, and thankful that this would soon be over with, he pushed open the door to Bean's bedroom. And felt his jaw drop practically to the floor. It wasn't that the bedroom was a mirror of the living room -- bottles and glitter and makeup, oh my -- it was that Bean, good, solid, steady as a rock, Bean, had burgundy hair, matching lipstick smeared across his face, and glitter strewn over whatever body parts Billy could see. And sprawled across his chest, smiling peacefully in his sleep, was an equally glitter-fied Viggo. With pink hair. And black eyeliner smudged around his eyes.
Sweet mother of God. Billy could do nothing but stare. Bean and Viggo. Viggo and Bean. And glitter. He blinked several times to hopefully aid his brain in processing this information. Right. Start at the beginning. Bean is naked in bed with Viggo. Who is also naked. Both are covered in assorted makeup products and glitter. Viggo's hair is pink. Bean's hair is burgundy. They have been drinking. A lot. And somehow Orlando and Dominic are behind this. Damn, they look good in makeup and funky hair. No, no, no, wait, erroneous thought. Banish it, go 'way. Can't be thinking that. But they do. Oh hell.
Billy shrugged, allowing himself a few more seconds to just soak up the sight before getting out his camera and beginning to snap photos. Tiptoeing around the bed for a different angle, he nearly tripped over what appeared to be another camera. He stifled a whimper imagining what shots he'd find on there. No, can't do that. Want to veeeery much, but won't. He grinned. He could, however, give them a little gift. He finished with his own camera, wishing he'd thought to bring an extra memory stick, then picked up the camera on the floor. He moved around the bed, getting some great shots, including close ups of both Vig and Bean and some artistic close-ups of Bean's glitter-covered foot, and the smeared writing on Vig's chest. Not bad. Oh, he had blackmail material for years to come now. Although there was always the possibility that they'd just pummel him instead of giving into his demands. Hmm, however, Dom and Orli were all the way in LA. They couldn't pummel him. Billy smirked. Oh yes, two cases of single malt, new shoes and possibly...a surf trip next summer. These photos were definitely worth it. Setting down the other camera, he tucked his own safely into a pocket and made his way downstairs, through the glitter-alcohol maze and back out the door. He locked it and frowned at the flowerpot. Dammit. He walked around the back garden, happy when he finally located a fallen tree twig, using it to dig into the flowerpot and then dumping the key back in. He patted down the soil with a rock, muttering to himself as he did.
Walking back to his car, Billy pulled out his phone and switched it on. He grinned as he dialed and listened to it ring. "Yes, it's me. Yes, I just came from there and yes, I have photos. Now....let's talk payment..."
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Date: 2004-01-20 01:14 pm (UTC)I loved the original two of these, this is just as laugh-out-loud entertaining. Thank YOU!
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Date: 2004-01-20 03:54 pm (UTC)BTW, you are soo right with that icon of yours *nod´nod*
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Date: 2004-01-21 01:54 am (UTC)That was great. And the glitter and make-up? :D Nothing's hotter than men in make-up. Meer. Additionally, there should be more glitterfic! in the world, especially stuff this good.
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Date: 2004-01-22 01:22 am (UTC)Hee!
Date: 2004-01-28 03:26 am (UTC)All I can say is "Billeh!" :)