Post by Griff on Sept 25, 2011 10:23:24 GMT 10
Title: Apartment Living: Alanna
Rating: R
Pairing: Jon/Mystery Man, Alanna/George
Series: Apartment Living
WC: 334
Summary: Jon loses his pants. Alanna finds them for him
Warning: Male 20 somethings being crude.
A/N: Written for an LJ meme with a prompt from Text From Last Night
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Alanna was not the big snuggly mother bear type, with the endless solutions to all of the many inane problems the boys managed to find. So, when Jon stumbled into the kitchen with bloodshot eyes and a mortified hangdog expression, she snapped her hands up in a cross and said, "No."
Jon, however, never did listen to instructions and babbled, "Please don't let me drink ever again. I apparently told him he could stay, but as there was no room in the bed, he'd have to lie on top of me and he'd need to anchor himself with a penis so he wouldn't fall off."
Alanna, pained beyond human measure, stared.
"And then I took off my pants."
"I was wondering why you were wearing my pants," Gary yawned, scratching himself in indecent places as he tottered to the coffeemaker.
Alanna usually snapped something derogatory about itching his own balls off, but she was in a bit of a state and her timing was off. Instead, she shook herself like a dog and snapped, "You left your crab-infested hooker jeans in some poor man's bedroom?"
"No," Jon whimpered. "I left them on the floor of the Dancing Dove's backroom."
"The Dove doesn't have a bed," Gary pointed out helpfully around a mouthful of muffin.
Jon covered his face and mumbled, "I know."
"So," Alanna asked with a fatalistic curiosity, "what were you lying on?"
Jon slumped against the counter and whimpered again.
Then, the front door opened, George calling out, "Lanna, lass, I know you love your roommates, but you've got to stop them stripping off in my..." He stepped into the kitchen and looked around, finishing awkwardly, "Office."
Jon slid to the floor, hid his face in his knees and gave a pained squeak.
Alanna took Jon's jeans out of her boyfriend's hand with a satisfied smirk and dropped them on her best friend's head. "It's ok, Johnny." She promised. "I know for a fact there's not room on that desk for two."
Rating: R
Pairing: Jon/Mystery Man, Alanna/George
Series: Apartment Living
WC: 334
Summary: Jon loses his pants. Alanna finds them for him
Warning: Male 20 somethings being crude.
A/N: Written for an LJ meme with a prompt from Text From Last Night
-
Alanna was not the big snuggly mother bear type, with the endless solutions to all of the many inane problems the boys managed to find. So, when Jon stumbled into the kitchen with bloodshot eyes and a mortified hangdog expression, she snapped her hands up in a cross and said, "No."
Jon, however, never did listen to instructions and babbled, "Please don't let me drink ever again. I apparently told him he could stay, but as there was no room in the bed, he'd have to lie on top of me and he'd need to anchor himself with a penis so he wouldn't fall off."
Alanna, pained beyond human measure, stared.
"And then I took off my pants."
"I was wondering why you were wearing my pants," Gary yawned, scratching himself in indecent places as he tottered to the coffeemaker.
Alanna usually snapped something derogatory about itching his own balls off, but she was in a bit of a state and her timing was off. Instead, she shook herself like a dog and snapped, "You left your crab-infested hooker jeans in some poor man's bedroom?"
"No," Jon whimpered. "I left them on the floor of the Dancing Dove's backroom."
"The Dove doesn't have a bed," Gary pointed out helpfully around a mouthful of muffin.
Jon covered his face and mumbled, "I know."
"So," Alanna asked with a fatalistic curiosity, "what were you lying on?"
Jon slumped against the counter and whimpered again.
Then, the front door opened, George calling out, "Lanna, lass, I know you love your roommates, but you've got to stop them stripping off in my..." He stepped into the kitchen and looked around, finishing awkwardly, "Office."
Jon slid to the floor, hid his face in his knees and gave a pained squeak.
Alanna took Jon's jeans out of her boyfriend's hand with a satisfied smirk and dropped them on her best friend's head. "It's ok, Johnny." She promised. "I know for a fact there's not room on that desk for two."
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!