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Fic: Party Animal 3/? Karl/Orlando - R
Title: Party Animal 3/?
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 3/?)
‘- well more or less
Some already in a mess
I guess they're waiting for the big one.’
Peter Gabriel: Waiting for the big one
//Must be one of those fucking Elves...prissy boys the lot of them!//
Karl stomped after him, not even bothering to answer. //Stupid wanker, I attempt not to run him over as he walks infront of my bike and he doesn't even thank me!// grumbling under his breath he gracefully stalked into the party, heading for the bar. //Need a drink...a large highly alcoholic drink//
~~~~~~~~
Orlando more than expected His Gothic Majesty to stop him, or at least to come back with some cutting remark. Instead, all Orlando got were some icy vibes as he watched the guy ponce about, walking through the door and right past him, towards the bar. //*Hell* no!//
Orlando was heading after him in a heartbeat.
Nobody gave Orlando Bloom the cold shoulder.
Orlando jumped up on the stool next to Biker Boy. "Beer, something American, don't care what," Orlando told the bartender -- after all, this was on PJ, right? He accepted a bottle of whatever-the-fuck, smiled at the bartender. And he would have liked to smoothly twist
the top off and take a long swig, but couldn't get a good enough grip. Held it hard, gave a twist that burned the skin off his palm but didn't get the top off the beer. "Fuck!" he swore under his breath. So much for suave.
~~~~~~~~
He just sighed, exasperated as Lurid Shirt wearing guy not only struts to the bar and parks himself down on a chair...but starts up a conversation with him //Jeez! Prissy bloke will just *not* leave this be will he!//
Karl reached forward, took the bottle from the guy's hands attempting not to look too hard at 'the shirt' He flicked the top off with ease and handed it back, hardly even glancing at the guy. Turning to the bartender to order a drink he saw Lurid Shirt guy still staring at him.
~~~~~~~~
Orlando took the beer back. //Oh, sure. Figures, wouldn't it?// He hid what was threatening to turn into an embarrassed blush by tilting back for a long swallow. Wondered, wryly, whether the guy was so smooth about beer tops because he was just smooth *period,* or
because he was some kind of alcoholic...
Not looking up from the cunt of a bottle, he directed a "So who are you, anyway?" at the motorbike bloke.
~~~~~~~~
"I'm Karl...Urban. I'm gonna be Eomer...And you are...?" He replied, grinning at the barman, taking a swig from his own beer bottle before turning his attention to the guy, noticing for the first time he actually was quite good looking...above that horrendous shirt.
~~~~~~~~
"Urban," Orlando repeated, more to make sure he wouldn't forget than to make sure he had it right. He was terrible with names. Urban, who was going to be playing Eomer, and who couldn't drive well to save his life and who was obviously oversensitive about a few things,
but who seemed fine otherwise. Poncy leather pants and all.
"I'm Orlando." He toasted Urban-Karl-Eomer with his bottle, seeing as they seemed to have sort of bypassed the whole handshake thing. Yeah, not a bad guy.
...but who the hell actually *wore* leather pants, though, *really*?
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 3/?)
‘- well more or less
Some already in a mess
I guess they're waiting for the big one.’
Peter Gabriel: Waiting for the big one
//Must be one of those fucking Elves...prissy boys the lot of them!//
Karl stomped after him, not even bothering to answer. //Stupid wanker, I attempt not to run him over as he walks infront of my bike and he doesn't even thank me!// grumbling under his breath he gracefully stalked into the party, heading for the bar. //Need a drink...a large highly alcoholic drink//
~~~~~~~~
Orlando more than expected His Gothic Majesty to stop him, or at least to come back with some cutting remark. Instead, all Orlando got were some icy vibes as he watched the guy ponce about, walking through the door and right past him, towards the bar. //*Hell* no!//
Orlando was heading after him in a heartbeat.
Nobody gave Orlando Bloom the cold shoulder.
Orlando jumped up on the stool next to Biker Boy. "Beer, something American, don't care what," Orlando told the bartender -- after all, this was on PJ, right? He accepted a bottle of whatever-the-fuck, smiled at the bartender. And he would have liked to smoothly twist
the top off and take a long swig, but couldn't get a good enough grip. Held it hard, gave a twist that burned the skin off his palm but didn't get the top off the beer. "Fuck!" he swore under his breath. So much for suave.
~~~~~~~~
He just sighed, exasperated as Lurid Shirt wearing guy not only struts to the bar and parks himself down on a chair...but starts up a conversation with him //Jeez! Prissy bloke will just *not* leave this be will he!//
Karl reached forward, took the bottle from the guy's hands attempting not to look too hard at 'the shirt' He flicked the top off with ease and handed it back, hardly even glancing at the guy. Turning to the bartender to order a drink he saw Lurid Shirt guy still staring at him.
~~~~~~~~
Orlando took the beer back. //Oh, sure. Figures, wouldn't it?// He hid what was threatening to turn into an embarrassed blush by tilting back for a long swallow. Wondered, wryly, whether the guy was so smooth about beer tops because he was just smooth *period,* or
because he was some kind of alcoholic...
Not looking up from the cunt of a bottle, he directed a "So who are you, anyway?" at the motorbike bloke.
~~~~~~~~
"I'm Karl...Urban. I'm gonna be Eomer...And you are...?" He replied, grinning at the barman, taking a swig from his own beer bottle before turning his attention to the guy, noticing for the first time he actually was quite good looking...above that horrendous shirt.
~~~~~~~~
"Urban," Orlando repeated, more to make sure he wouldn't forget than to make sure he had it right. He was terrible with names. Urban, who was going to be playing Eomer, and who couldn't drive well to save his life and who was obviously oversensitive about a few things,
but who seemed fine otherwise. Poncy leather pants and all.
"I'm Orlando." He toasted Urban-Karl-Eomer with his bottle, seeing as they seemed to have sort of bypassed the whole handshake thing. Yeah, not a bad guy.
...but who the hell actually *wore* leather pants, though, *really*?
tbc…
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And snarky!Orli. Whee! This is so much fun.
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We've written up to part 13 now...it's still an R rating but it gets extremely hot from part 7 onwards.
We are both having the greatest of fun writing it...we love each others characters to bits!
Yes...Orli is well pissed off...And Yes Karl is definately playing on it to get what he wants...which is....(Hmmm...I wonder!)