[FIC] When Darkness Falls 30

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Morning.  Updates will likely be more sporadic since I'm now back to work, but they should come every couple days or so.  Nothing much with this update.  Just a quick game of sound effects.  And it's safe for Brad lovers, so you guys can come back now.  *g*

TITLE: When Darkness Falls
PART:  30
PAIRING:  Ryan/Colin (?)
RATING:  PG
DISCLAIMER:  Fiction.  Don't own, don't sue.  Fiction.
SUMMARY:  Just a game of sound effects.  Bradley lover safe. *g*

Brad was in a surprisingly upbeat mood when the two men returned from their evening stroll.  He was smiling hugely amongst a group of volunteers who were trying—badly—to play a game of “Sound Effects”.  This was one of the rare times when the sound effects people were better than the improvisors, especially since the two wannabe improvers were too busy falling over themselves laughing to even do a scene that someone could make sound effects for. 

 

“How in the hell did that happen?” Ryan asked Greg, who was standing in the doorway, watching.

 

“They caught him coming out of the shower,” Greg replied, smirking up at both men.  “They wanted him to be funny, and he told them he would if they were funny first.  Then he made them do this.”  Greg shook his head.  “I always knew there was a Sadist hiding somewhere in that boy.”

 

“Not as easy as you thought it was, huh!” Brad jeered at the two amateur improvisors. 

 

“No fair!” complained one, still laughing.  “You guys get to rehearse first!”

 

“We do?” Brad asked.  “That’s news to me!  I always thought we played cards first!”

 

“Yeah!” came a voice from the crowd.  “Everybody knows that all of you know what you’re going to do before you do it.  Those cards are only props.  Same with the ‘suggestions’ from the audience.”

 

“Everybody, huh?”

 

“Yeah,” the same person—a frat-boy type—responded, jaw thrust out.  “There’s no way you could make up all that shit off the top of your head, dude.  No fucking way.”

 

“Well, then, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind putting that little theory to the test, now, would you?”

 

“Not at all, man.  Bring it on!”

 

Brad turned, his smile becoming even wider as he spied Colin and Ryan at the back of the room.  He held up an arm.  “Alright, then, why don’t we just ask the two masters of the game to prove your ass wrong, Mr. Smegma-Blow-Me-High dude?”

 

The crowd of thirty or so volunteers turned en masse and began applauding.  Colin looked like he was going to beg off when Ryan glanced down at him, eyes twinkling.  He always liked to prove a point.  Letting go a soft sigh, Colin nodded, and the two men stepped forward, the crowd parting before them like the Red Sea to Moses.  Chuckling, Greg patted both men on the ass as they started forward.

 

The two junior improvisors hurried out of the way, but Brad restrained the sound effects folks from leaving by grabbing onto their shirts. “Uh uh uh!  We’re playing the same scene, and you guys get to do the same thing you were doing.  Just so Mr. Party-On! doesn’t think we’re cheating or anything.”  He looked back over at the frat boy.  “Would you agree that this is about as unrehearsed as you can get?”

 

The young man thought about it for a moment, and nodded.  “Yeah.  I saw em come in.  I’ll agree to that, dude.”

 

“Righteous!” Brad replied, mockingly.  “Ok, Colin and Ryan, since you didn’t hear the scene, you’re two drag queens getting ready for the Mardi Gras parade.”

 

Colin shook his head slightly in defeat and turned to Ryan, waiting for him to start the scene. 

 

“Well,” Ryan said breathily, crossing one arm over his middle, propping his other elbow on it and dropping his wrist, “I guess we should put on our costumes, huh?”

 

“Uh…yeah,” Colin replied flatly, turning and miming picking up and shaking out a dress.

 

“Squeak!” said one of the effects people.

 

“Oh!  Mine’s made out of live mice.”

 

Ryan mimed picking up a heavy headpiece and sitting it on his head.

 

“Ohhhh,” said the second sound effects person.

 

“Mine is still hungover from last night’s party.”

 

The small audience laughed as Colin mimed wiggling into his dress.  Then he turned his back to Ryan.  “Would you mind zipping me up?”

 

“Squeak!” said SE#1 again.

 

“Damned mice,” Colin grumbled as Ryan mimed zipping him up.  “It’s one of those new silent zippers,” he added when no further sounds were forthcoming.

 

“Aaah.  Well, I’m going to get into my costume.  It’s really swishy.  It’s made out of feathers and a lot of beads.”

 

“Psssssssss.”

 

“You should have taken the feathers off the birds before you used them,” Colin observed.  “They’re peeing all over you.”

 

“It’s good for the skin,” Ryan replied.

 

“Oh, listen!” Colin said, cupping a hand to his ear.  “The parade’s starting!  Isn’t that a sax?’  The two men exchanged fond glances.  Greg chuckled knowingly.  Brad frowned at him.

 

SE#2 tooted ‘Reveille’.

 

“That’s not the parade!” Ryan shouted.  “It’s the Army!  Quick!  Hide!”

 

“Why?” Colin demanded.  “Are you AWOL or something?”

 

“Don’t ask, don’t tell,” Ryan replied, smirking.

 

“Ok, I won’t ask.  Let’s just finish putting on our costumes.”  Colin mimed picking something off the floor.  “These platform boots will make me even taller than you!  Watch as I put them on.”

 

“Crinkle, crinkle.”

 

“Apparently, they’re made out of paper.”

 

“Wee ohhh wee ohhh wee ohh!”

 

“And they have little sirens on them so that I’ll be noticed when we go down the street!  See?”

 

“Oh, thank god,” Ryan replied.  “I thought it was the cops for a minute there.”

 

“Nah,” Colin said, flapping his hand at the idea.  “You’re just being paranoid.  Again.”

 

“You’d be paranoid too if you were wearing this getup,” he replied, flouncing back and forth as he pretended to model his costume. 

 

“Boing! Boing! Boing!”

 

“Wow,” Colin said, putting his hand out in front of his face at the level of Ryan’s chest.  “You really need to harness those babies in a bra or something.”

 

“Those weren’t breasts, Col,” Ryan replied, smirking.

 

The onlookers hooted as Colin deliberately transferred his gaze a foot or two south.  “Oh, my.”

 

Ryan deliberately stepped into Colin’s space, trailing a languid finger down his arm.  “Maybe we should just forget about the parade, huh?” he asked seductively.

 

“Waah!  Waah!  Waah!”

 

As Colin looked frantically around for the baby, Ryan looked down at the ground.  “Your boots are crying.”

 

“Oh!  Oh, it’s just the battery running down.”  He bent over, Ryan appreciatively ogling his ass, as he pretended to fiddle with his shoes.

 

“Wee ohhh weee ohhh wee ohhh!”

 

“See?  They’re working fine again.”

 

“No!  This time it is the cops!  We gotta hide!  Now!”

 

Colin looked across the room.  “Ah. That’s just officer Proops.  He’s in the parade himself, aren’t you, officer?”

 

Immediately slipping into character, Greg sashayed across the room, hands on his hips, pelvis thrust out.  “I’m in the lead float,” he minced, poofing up his already poofed hair.  “Ssssay, don’t you boysss look good enough to eat?”

 

“Is that a pistol in your pocket, officer?” Colin asked.

 

“BANG!”

 

Ryan went down to the ground, grasping his belly.  “He got me!  He got me!  Oww!”

 

Colin spun on Greg.  “Why did you shoot my boyfriend?” he demanded.

 

“Because you should be mine!” Greg cried out, moving to meld his body against Colin’s.  “I can give you all the things he can’t!”

 

“AHHHHCHOOO!!!”

 

“Including your cold, it seems.”  Shaking his head, he moved over to where Ryan was pretending to bleed to death on the floor.  “Oh, I’m sorry, officer Greg, but as much as seeing a man in uniform turns me on, well…seeing a man in feathers and beads turns me on even more.  It could never work between us.  I’m sorry.”

 

“Waaah!  Waaah! Waaah!”

 

“Greg, please stop crying.  You’ll find someone else!”

 

“If I can’t have you,” Greg roared, pointing his ‘gun’ in Colin’s direction ,”no one can!”

 

“Pop!”

 

“Oh, look honey, Champagne!” Colin cried.  “Let’s raise a toast to our love.”

 

The two mimed raising glasses of champagne and touching them together.

 

“Bing!”

 

“Oh!  It’s cherry champagne!”

 

The onlookers groaned at the really bad pun.  Colin smirked.  “It’s my specialty,” he quipped in a cheery voice, sending the group into laughter again.

 

“No,” Ryan moaned.  “I can’t drink this.  Colin, I’m dying.  I’ll never see another Mardi Gras again.  Please…please…the show must go on.  Go to Mardi Gras in memory of me.”

 

“We’ll get you to a doctor!” Colin cried.  “We’ll….”

 

“No, it’s too late.”

 

“Waaah!  Waaah!  Waaah!”

 

“See?  Even the mice on your dress are crying.  They know, Colin. They know.  But before I go, kiss me one last time.”

 

“Okay.”  Getting down on the floor, Colin swept Ryan into his arms and prepared to kiss him.

 

“PFFFFFT!”

 

“Oh, I’m sorry!  It was the Cajun baked beans I had for lunch.”

 

Ryan’s eyes rolled back in his head and he ‘died’ in Colin’s arms.

 

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”  Colin shouted.  “NOOOOOOOOO!  As God is my witness, I’ll never eat beans again!!!”

 

Brad stepped in then, waving his arms, and the players rose to their feet to generous laughter and enthusiastic applause from everyone.  Colin smiled slightly and bowed his head.  Ryan flailed his arms and bowed theatrically, mouthing ‘thank you, thank you’ to everyone.

 

“So,” Brad said, smugly, to his detractor, “you still think this is all set up beforehand?”

 

After a moment, the young man sighed and shook his head.  “No, man.  These guys made a believer out of me.”  He turned to Ryan and Colin.  “Sorry for doubting you dudes.  That was seriously kickin’.”

 

“It’s really fine,” Colin replied graciously.  “Most people think the same way you do.”  He reached his hand out, and, looking a bit abashed, the young man shook it.  “Now, if everyone doesn’t mind, I’m headed for my cot.  Goodnight and thank you for being such a nice audience.”

 

“I’m gone as well,” Ryan added.  “Thanks, guys.  Just don’t do it again, ok?”  He was only half-joking, but the audience laughed anyway and backed off cheerfully, leaving the men to retreat to the relative privacy of the classrooms that had been set up for them.

 

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TBC...