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This Is Your Brain On Drugs
Title: Roll On America
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eroticpsychotic (aka donnadevane)
Fandom: Lotrips
Pairing: Gen (Dom, Orli, Lij, Bills)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Notes: Total crack!fic inspired by a trip to the roller rink withobstacle_three.
Disclaimer: Not mine. All lies. Mostly. Any relation to actual events is purely coincidental. No profit being made. You know the drill.
Dedication: Toobstlace_three and our dear Spazwell. The boys, as you requested them. Roll on.
"Die Yankee scum!"
On cue, an explosion rocked the room, plunging it into total darkness as Dom crashed hard into Orlando, knocking them both to the cold, concrete floor. Dimly, he heard Billy screaming Elijah's name, and Elijah himself howling in agony.
For a moment, Dom was in shock. Then, slowly, feeling and awareness returned to him, and he gasped, struggling to sit up.
"Dom..." Shifting gingerly beside him, Orlando grabbed at his arm, clutching Dom's bicep for dear life. With baited breath, they waited. Then...
Game over. Red wins.
"WHOO!"
With a thunderous roar, Dom leapt to his feet, throwing his arms over his head and punching the air in celebration. Grinning, Orlando got up, dusting off the knees of his jeans and picking up Dom's discarded laser gun. "Guess that's it then."
"Oh, fuck off you cuntbag." Scowling, Elijah extricated himself from behind a pile of oil drums some ten feet away, Billy appearing quickly in his wake. The lights overhead flickered on; the neon paint splashed about the obstacle course and the rest of the room faded.
"Come on Lij. Don't be a prissy bitch about it." Orlando was busy unstrapping his gun belt, and did not look up.
"Bite me, Bloom. You'd be pissed if it'd been you. If you had Dom saying--"
"Oy, Lijah! Loser buys pizza and drinks!"
Author:
eroticpsychotic (aka donnadevane)Fandom: Lotrips
Pairing: Gen (Dom, Orli, Lij, Bills)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Notes: Total crack!fic inspired by a trip to the roller rink with
obstacle_three. Disclaimer: Not mine. All lies. Mostly. Any relation to actual events is purely coincidental. No profit being made. You know the drill.
Dedication: To
obstlace_three and our dear Spazwell. The boys, as you requested them. Roll on."Die Yankee scum!"
On cue, an explosion rocked the room, plunging it into total darkness as Dom crashed hard into Orlando, knocking them both to the cold, concrete floor. Dimly, he heard Billy screaming Elijah's name, and Elijah himself howling in agony.
For a moment, Dom was in shock. Then, slowly, feeling and awareness returned to him, and he gasped, struggling to sit up.
"Dom..." Shifting gingerly beside him, Orlando grabbed at his arm, clutching Dom's bicep for dear life. With baited breath, they waited. Then...
Game over. Red wins.
"WHOO!"
With a thunderous roar, Dom leapt to his feet, throwing his arms over his head and punching the air in celebration. Grinning, Orlando got up, dusting off the knees of his jeans and picking up Dom's discarded laser gun. "Guess that's it then."
"Oh, fuck off you cuntbag." Scowling, Elijah extricated himself from behind a pile of oil drums some ten feet away, Billy appearing quickly in his wake. The lights overhead flickered on; the neon paint splashed about the obstacle course and the rest of the room faded.
"Come on Lij. Don't be a prissy bitch about it." Orlando was busy unstrapping his gun belt, and did not look up.
"Bite me, Bloom. You'd be pissed if it'd been you. If you had Dom saying--"
"Oy, Lijah! Loser buys pizza and drinks!"