Ryan/Colin, 'Preperations'
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wl_fanfictionTitle: Preperations
Pairing: Ryan/Colin existing relationship.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 885 words.
Summary: Scenes from before the Birthday Party.
A/N: This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
krzcowzgomoo's b-day. It's also kind of fanfiction for her fic 'Making the Family Skeleton Dance', which she's writing with ryanmochrie. So, happy birthday!
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Colin glared. “We are not. And that’s final.”
“What?” Ryan smiled innocently and tried not to laugh.
“We are not doing this again next week.” He put his hands on his hips and put on his best serious look.
“What? No party?”
“Not a chance. The house is a wreck, and I still haven’t found that one pie plate. And we’re all out of beer. I think most of it went home with Greg, or Drew.”
“We drank a lot of it…” Ryan held up an empty wine glass and tipped it upside down. “See?”
“Ryan, I had a bottle of Sherry locked away for a very special occasion. It’s gone. And you’re the only one here besides me with a key to the safe.”
“So? I was drunk.”
“Ryan, we are not doing this again next week. I don’t care if it’s Ronnie’s wife or not. I know you and Greg. Even if I take your keys and forbid beer, you’ll get some in anyway.” Colin tapped his foot impatiently.
“Of course! Beer helps people celebrate birthdays better.”
“She’s not stable. She can’t hold her beer, no matter how much she insists.”
“So we won’t give her any.” Ryan grinned and opened the fridge, pulling out some sandwiches. “Lunch?”
“Ryan, we are not holding Conner’s birthday party here.”
Ryan frowned. “Yes, we are. She’s related to me. She’s in the area. Now eat a sandwich and help me plan this thing.”
Colin sighed and took a sandwich.
--- Planning
“You may not fill the balloons with water, Ryan.”
“Aw, that’s no fun. Lighten up, Col.”
“…Alright. But this is only if you don’t bring any beer.”
“Sure, sure. Now, the pool’s ready, right?”
“I’ll shock it tomorrow, and then it’ll be fine. And before you ask, yes, the grill is working. It won’t explode like last time.”
---Shopping
“Colin! We can’t serve those!”
“They’re healthy.”
“Exactly! Now put those back and look at these mini-éclairs.”
“…How about I focus on the main dinner thing, and you make the desserts?”
“How about I pick the menu and you cook it?”
“You don’t like my menu choices?”
“You cook healthy foods. That’s not good for a birthday party.”
“How about we sit down and write up a menu?”
“Here, in the grocery store? Sure!”
They then sat down next to their cart in the frozen meats section and spent an hour arguing about the menu.
---Decoration
“Green balloons?”
“Why not?”
“Isn’t her favorite colour purple?”
“…I’ve forgotten.”
“So have I. Green and purple?”
“Perfect. Now, would you fill them with helium while I go get the streamers?”
Ryan scowled. “I don’t really want to…”
“…If I get them to let you breathe some of the helium, you’ll do it?”
“Sure!”
---Cake
“Chocolate.”
“Vanilla.”
“Both.”
“Vanilla.”
“Both, with extra vanilla?”
“Couch.”
“Vanilla.”
“Good.” Colin hummed happily as he ordered the ice cream cake.
---The Cake’s Caption
Colin sighed. Oh well. This was the price he would pay for insisting that it be vanilla.
Ryan whistled an off-key tune as he watched the decorator spell out the words.
That was when Colin realized something. “Ryan, aren’t you supposed to have a difficulty with whistling?”
“Yes. Today, however, I have inspiration! Now, be careful with that J…”
The cake’s message was: “My Name Rhymes with Ronnie’
---Beer
“Absolutely not.”
“She’s Ronnie’s wife. Do you think she’d mind?”
“…No.”
“Then let me buy beer.”
“We’re drinking after the party. When she’s gone home.”
“Sure, fine.”
They entered the store, and Ryan boomed out “Bring me all of your finest woman – I mean booze!”
Colin’s glare didn’t work very well when he was collapsing in laughter, Ryan thought.
---Loading the Trunk
“Now you sit on it….Perfect.”
The second Ryan got off of the trunk’s lid, the lock popped and the lid opened, spilling several items.
“…Ryan, take your booze and go sit in the passengers seat.”
The trunk closed easily after that, even if Ryan only took half of his spoils.
---Presents
“What do we get her?”
“Music?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“She owns five hundred CDs.”
“So?”
“And the entire Fleetwood Mac collection.”
“So?”
“No. We’re getting her something else.”
“…Fine.”
Ryan carefully added the Red Dwarf DVDs to the stack of party supplies in the back.
---Unpacking
“Five days left!”
Colin grinned and looked at their newly decorated house. It was filled with balloons, streamers, and wrapping paper.
“Now, where do we sleep?”
Colin sighed and freed some balloons.
---Guests
“Welcome! Set your sacrifice there, and then you may enjoy the party.”
“Ryan! Stop interrogating the guests!”
“Sorry, sir. The wife calls.”
“Ryan!”
“See what I mean?”
Greg grins and enters the already bustling party.
---Aftermath
“That’s the last time we ever do that.”
“Do what? Host a party?”
“Let Conner into our house.”
“She only managed to crack three ribs with that hug…”
“Ryan. Her jumps of joy left a hole in the kitchen floor.”
“What hole?”
“Next time her birthday comes along, our gifts are going to be marked anonymous and we’ll be in the next country. Right?”
“Right. You had a good time, though.”
“Yeah, I guess I did.”
“Good. Now come here.” Ryan pulled Colin closer, and they kissed while stray balloons floated through the room.
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Pairing: Ryan/Colin existing relationship.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 885 words.
Summary: Scenes from before the Birthday Party.
A/N: This was written for
krzcowzgomoo's b-day. It's also kind of fanfiction for her fic 'Making the Family Skeleton Dance', which she's writing with ryanmochrie. So, happy birthday!---
Colin glared. “We are not. And that’s final.”
“What?” Ryan smiled innocently and tried not to laugh.
“We are not doing this again next week.” He put his hands on his hips and put on his best serious look.
“What? No party?”
“Not a chance. The house is a wreck, and I still haven’t found that one pie plate. And we’re all out of beer. I think most of it went home with Greg, or Drew.”
“We drank a lot of it…” Ryan held up an empty wine glass and tipped it upside down. “See?”
“Ryan, I had a bottle of Sherry locked away for a very special occasion. It’s gone. And you’re the only one here besides me with a key to the safe.”
“So? I was drunk.”
“Ryan, we are not doing this again next week. I don’t care if it’s Ronnie’s wife or not. I know you and Greg. Even if I take your keys and forbid beer, you’ll get some in anyway.” Colin tapped his foot impatiently.
“Of course! Beer helps people celebrate birthdays better.”
“She’s not stable. She can’t hold her beer, no matter how much she insists.”
“So we won’t give her any.” Ryan grinned and opened the fridge, pulling out some sandwiches. “Lunch?”
“Ryan, we are not holding Conner’s birthday party here.”
Ryan frowned. “Yes, we are. She’s related to me. She’s in the area. Now eat a sandwich and help me plan this thing.”
Colin sighed and took a sandwich.
--- Planning
“You may not fill the balloons with water, Ryan.”
“Aw, that’s no fun. Lighten up, Col.”
“…Alright. But this is only if you don’t bring any beer.”
“Sure, sure. Now, the pool’s ready, right?”
“I’ll shock it tomorrow, and then it’ll be fine. And before you ask, yes, the grill is working. It won’t explode like last time.”
---Shopping
“Colin! We can’t serve those!”
“They’re healthy.”
“Exactly! Now put those back and look at these mini-éclairs.”
“…How about I focus on the main dinner thing, and you make the desserts?”
“How about I pick the menu and you cook it?”
“You don’t like my menu choices?”
“You cook healthy foods. That’s not good for a birthday party.”
“How about we sit down and write up a menu?”
“Here, in the grocery store? Sure!”
They then sat down next to their cart in the frozen meats section and spent an hour arguing about the menu.
---Decoration
“Green balloons?”
“Why not?”
“Isn’t her favorite colour purple?”
“…I’ve forgotten.”
“So have I. Green and purple?”
“Perfect. Now, would you fill them with helium while I go get the streamers?”
Ryan scowled. “I don’t really want to…”
“…If I get them to let you breathe some of the helium, you’ll do it?”
“Sure!”
---Cake
“Chocolate.”
“Vanilla.”
“Both.”
“Vanilla.”
“Both, with extra vanilla?”
“Couch.”
“Vanilla.”
“Good.” Colin hummed happily as he ordered the ice cream cake.
---The Cake’s Caption
Colin sighed. Oh well. This was the price he would pay for insisting that it be vanilla.
Ryan whistled an off-key tune as he watched the decorator spell out the words.
That was when Colin realized something. “Ryan, aren’t you supposed to have a difficulty with whistling?”
“Yes. Today, however, I have inspiration! Now, be careful with that J…”
The cake’s message was: “My Name Rhymes with Ronnie’
---Beer
“Absolutely not.”
“She’s Ronnie’s wife. Do you think she’d mind?”
“…No.”
“Then let me buy beer.”
“We’re drinking after the party. When she’s gone home.”
“Sure, fine.”
They entered the store, and Ryan boomed out “Bring me all of your finest woman – I mean booze!”
Colin’s glare didn’t work very well when he was collapsing in laughter, Ryan thought.
---Loading the Trunk
“Now you sit on it….Perfect.”
The second Ryan got off of the trunk’s lid, the lock popped and the lid opened, spilling several items.
“…Ryan, take your booze and go sit in the passengers seat.”
The trunk closed easily after that, even if Ryan only took half of his spoils.
---Presents
“What do we get her?”
“Music?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“She owns five hundred CDs.”
“So?”
“And the entire Fleetwood Mac collection.”
“So?”
“No. We’re getting her something else.”
“…Fine.”
Ryan carefully added the Red Dwarf DVDs to the stack of party supplies in the back.
---Unpacking
“Five days left!”
Colin grinned and looked at their newly decorated house. It was filled with balloons, streamers, and wrapping paper.
“Now, where do we sleep?”
Colin sighed and freed some balloons.
---Guests
“Welcome! Set your sacrifice there, and then you may enjoy the party.”
“Ryan! Stop interrogating the guests!”
“Sorry, sir. The wife calls.”
“Ryan!”
“See what I mean?”
Greg grins and enters the already bustling party.
---Aftermath
“That’s the last time we ever do that.”
“Do what? Host a party?”
“Let Conner into our house.”
“She only managed to crack three ribs with that hug…”
“Ryan. Her jumps of joy left a hole in the kitchen floor.”
“What hole?”
“Next time her birthday comes along, our gifts are going to be marked anonymous and we’ll be in the next country. Right?”
“Right. You had a good time, though.”
“Yeah, I guess I did.”
“Good. Now come here.” Ryan pulled Colin closer, and they kissed while stray balloons floated through the room.
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