Drabble Series!
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Rating: PG
Now, come on Rosey, you know you love us. And our insanity. Ok, so I might have more insanity than most, but still!
Colin was a little upset. Ok, so he was actually a lot upset, but it wouldn't do any good to show it, now would it? His kitchen (which really was his, as Ryan seemed to spend as little time as possible in there, relaying more on the microwave than the stove) was a mess, and Ryan was looking like he was going to kill the cops, and Greg was still drunk. The fruit was the last straw. Greg was going to die, the only question was how.
Breathing. Breathing was good, deep breathes that insured that Greg would still be breathing when the police left, so that no one got arrested tonight, least of all him. Ryan was poking him, and Colin irritably brushed his hand away.
"Stop that." Ryan looked relieved.
"Oh good, you are alive. I thought for a second that you might have gone into shock and left us to deal with everything." Colin gave him a withering stare.
"That would be a change." The officer (Bob? Otto? something like that) that had taken charge of the 'investigation', shifted uneasily in his chair and cleared his throat.
"So, this was all an accident, and no crimes at all occurred tonight, correct?" Ryan and Colin looked at each other (Greg was mumbling something about hiding in the refrigerator, and if he tried that, Colin could not be held responsible for his actions) and nodded.
"Right," they said in unison. All three of the cops raised an eyebrow at that. Colin supposed it could be rather creepy for an outsider to witness. Greg chose that moment to hug the refrigerator and bawl about how "good it was to do all that work to keep cold things cold and frozen things colder". Colin turned to the officer that had propositioned him earlier.
"So, you wouldn't happen to want to lend my good friend Greg here your gun, would you? I think he might want to play Russian roulette." The officers laughed uneasily, because obviously Colin was joking, right?
Rosey, your word is pilgrim.
simplysly Rating: PG
Now, come on Rosey, you know you love us. And our insanity. Ok, so I might have more insanity than most, but still!
Colin was a little upset. Ok, so he was actually a lot upset, but it wouldn't do any good to show it, now would it? His kitchen (which really was his, as Ryan seemed to spend as little time as possible in there, relaying more on the microwave than the stove) was a mess, and Ryan was looking like he was going to kill the cops, and Greg was still drunk. The fruit was the last straw. Greg was going to die, the only question was how.
Breathing. Breathing was good, deep breathes that insured that Greg would still be breathing when the police left, so that no one got arrested tonight, least of all him. Ryan was poking him, and Colin irritably brushed his hand away.
"Stop that." Ryan looked relieved.
"Oh good, you are alive. I thought for a second that you might have gone into shock and left us to deal with everything." Colin gave him a withering stare.
"That would be a change." The officer (Bob? Otto? something like that) that had taken charge of the 'investigation', shifted uneasily in his chair and cleared his throat.
"So, this was all an accident, and no crimes at all occurred tonight, correct?" Ryan and Colin looked at each other (Greg was mumbling something about hiding in the refrigerator, and if he tried that, Colin could not be held responsible for his actions) and nodded.
"Right," they said in unison. All three of the cops raised an eyebrow at that. Colin supposed it could be rather creepy for an outsider to witness. Greg chose that moment to hug the refrigerator and bawl about how "good it was to do all that work to keep cold things cold and frozen things colder". Colin turned to the officer that had propositioned him earlier.
"So, you wouldn't happen to want to lend my good friend Greg here your gun, would you? I think he might want to play Russian roulette." The officers laughed uneasily, because obviously Colin was joking, right?
Rosey, your word is pilgrim.