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Fic: Party Animal 2/? Karl/Orlando - R
Title: Party Animal 2/?
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: R - NC17
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Sugar_Britches/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxe.co.uk +
seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: If PJ ever threw a party like this we're sure Orlando
and Karl never did this…though if they did why weren't we given
invites?
Warnings: Real Person Slash – meaning these are based on real people,
whether they really do this stuff is up to them... but if they want
to share I'd not say no to a nice seat nearby and a bucket of popcorn.
Authors notes: This is written as part of a RPG. Orlando belongs to
Chelle and Karl belongs to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the
other. Written in third person with thoughts as `//...//' And
emphasis as `*…*'
(Party Animal 2/?)
`We're celebratin' anticipatin'; end of the year
everybody come, everybody here.'
Peter Gabriel: Waiting for the big one
Karl drove like a lunatic through the streets, his usual 'couldn't
care less' attitude to cars and other road users alike, when he was
on the bike it was just him...and anyone else he brought along for
the ride.
He sharply pulled into the driveway where the party was, lots of
other cars outside already. //That's what I love about bikes, I can
park any damn where I like.//
He was just about to pull into a space between one badly parked car
and another when the door on one of them opened, a Lurid Shirt
covered man got out...Karl supposed the driver must be blind...and
stepped out into Karl's path.
"Hey! Watch out ya wanker...!" Karl shouted out, frustrated as he
tried to brake to bike hard, wheels squealing.
~~~~~~~~
Orlando had a bitch of a time getting the Saturn to park straight. He
had always been a terrible driver anyway, but when he wasn't used to
the car... well, it wasn't pretty. Hell, he'd barely gotten his
lights turned on and figured out how to work his turn-signal properly
in the dark -- so fuck it all if he wasn't just going to *stay*
parked half into the next space.
He yanked the keys out, threw open the door and climbed out, and was
just smoothing his shirt when he heard somebody yelling over the loud
squeal of tires. The sound jarring shivers up his back, he slammed
the door and spun around, coming face-to-face with a rapidly
approaching headlight. //S'not even a fucking *parking space* here!//
Orlando could tell the moron on the motorbike wasn't going to be able
to brake in time. He took a quick step backwards and vaulted up on
the Saturn, half-crouching on the hood as the cycle skidded to a stop
between his crooked parking-job and some SUV.
"Watch out yourself, you cunt!" Orlando yelled over the still-running
roar of the motorbike's engine.
~~~~~~~~
Karl cut the engine with a flick of the switch, "Who you calling a
cunt?" he growled at the obviously blind and deaf lunatic on the
car. "Just because you park like a fucking girl does not give you the
right to call me obscenities you know!" He got off the bike, black
leather pants tightening over his thighs as he stood, black t-shirt
rippling in all the right places.
He stood, glaring up at the lunatic, arms folded over his
pecs, "Well, would you like me to help you down like a good lass or
do you think you can manage it on your own" He smirked, evil grin
flooding all over his face.
~~~~~~~~
Whoa. This guy -- dressed like a reject from the latest Johnny Depp
film -- was standing there all smug and bitchy *after* Orlando
actually had to *leap* out of the way just to keep from getting hit
by the wanker's motorbike?!
There was something seriously wrong with this picture. Orlando jumped
down from the car smoothly, shoes hardly making a sound on the gritty
cement -- this was Moving Fluidly, or whatever the fuck his Legolas
movement trainer called it. Landed lightly all of four inches away
from biker-boy, hands casually on his hips, and flashed his most
pleasant smile.
"Think I've got it, mate," he said. Looked the guy up and down.
Looked to the bike, and looked back, raising an eyebrow. Backed up a
step, then paused, grinning.
"And y'know," he added, "just a word to the wise. Over-compensating
*never* works." He winked, tossed the insult over his shoulder --
turned on his heel, heading for the party.
tbc…
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: R - NC17
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Sugar_Britches/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxe.co.uk +
seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: If PJ ever threw a party like this we're sure Orlando
and Karl never did this…though if they did why weren't we given
invites?
Warnings: Real Person Slash – meaning these are based on real people,
whether they really do this stuff is up to them... but if they want
to share I'd not say no to a nice seat nearby and a bucket of popcorn.
Authors notes: This is written as part of a RPG. Orlando belongs to
Chelle and Karl belongs to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the
other. Written in third person with thoughts as `//...//' And
emphasis as `*…*'
(Party Animal 2/?)
`We're celebratin' anticipatin'; end of the year
everybody come, everybody here.'
Peter Gabriel: Waiting for the big one
Karl drove like a lunatic through the streets, his usual 'couldn't
care less' attitude to cars and other road users alike, when he was
on the bike it was just him...and anyone else he brought along for
the ride.
He sharply pulled into the driveway where the party was, lots of
other cars outside already. //That's what I love about bikes, I can
park any damn where I like.//
He was just about to pull into a space between one badly parked car
and another when the door on one of them opened, a Lurid Shirt
covered man got out...Karl supposed the driver must be blind...and
stepped out into Karl's path.
"Hey! Watch out ya wanker...!" Karl shouted out, frustrated as he
tried to brake to bike hard, wheels squealing.
~~~~~~~~
Orlando had a bitch of a time getting the Saturn to park straight. He
had always been a terrible driver anyway, but when he wasn't used to
the car... well, it wasn't pretty. Hell, he'd barely gotten his
lights turned on and figured out how to work his turn-signal properly
in the dark -- so fuck it all if he wasn't just going to *stay*
parked half into the next space.
He yanked the keys out, threw open the door and climbed out, and was
just smoothing his shirt when he heard somebody yelling over the loud
squeal of tires. The sound jarring shivers up his back, he slammed
the door and spun around, coming face-to-face with a rapidly
approaching headlight. //S'not even a fucking *parking space* here!//
Orlando could tell the moron on the motorbike wasn't going to be able
to brake in time. He took a quick step backwards and vaulted up on
the Saturn, half-crouching on the hood as the cycle skidded to a stop
between his crooked parking-job and some SUV.
"Watch out yourself, you cunt!" Orlando yelled over the still-running
roar of the motorbike's engine.
~~~~~~~~
Karl cut the engine with a flick of the switch, "Who you calling a
cunt?" he growled at the obviously blind and deaf lunatic on the
car. "Just because you park like a fucking girl does not give you the
right to call me obscenities you know!" He got off the bike, black
leather pants tightening over his thighs as he stood, black t-shirt
rippling in all the right places.
He stood, glaring up at the lunatic, arms folded over his
pecs, "Well, would you like me to help you down like a good lass or
do you think you can manage it on your own" He smirked, evil grin
flooding all over his face.
~~~~~~~~
Whoa. This guy -- dressed like a reject from the latest Johnny Depp
film -- was standing there all smug and bitchy *after* Orlando
actually had to *leap* out of the way just to keep from getting hit
by the wanker's motorbike?!
There was something seriously wrong with this picture. Orlando jumped
down from the car smoothly, shoes hardly making a sound on the gritty
cement -- this was Moving Fluidly, or whatever the fuck his Legolas
movement trainer called it. Landed lightly all of four inches away
from biker-boy, hands casually on his hips, and flashed his most
pleasant smile.
"Think I've got it, mate," he said. Looked the guy up and down.
Looked to the bike, and looked back, raising an eyebrow. Backed up a
step, then paused, grinning.
"And y'know," he added, "just a word to the wise. Over-compensating
*never* works." He winked, tossed the insult over his shoulder --
turned on his heel, heading for the party.
tbc…