|UL responce, week 2
||[Sep. 16th, 2005|06:38 pm]
The Gary/John Fic Challenge
It was the NME awards after-party where the winners got pissed to the oblivion and lost their memories completely the morning after. It's when Gary and John got lost in the halls of the NME and got random people walking up to them and congratulating "you're awesome!"ing. |
"Meet my friend, his name is Gary" John said to each one of them, proudly tapping Gary on the shoulder and tilting his head a bit, as if to say 'and you won't have anyone like him, never ever, because he's my mate and not yours!'. John was like that when he was drunk and it was up to Gary (he was the most sane when drunk out of all the four band members) to keep an eye on him. So they stumbled in the colidors, tripping on empty bottles and beer cans, pulling each other up 'til they both tripped on a stray wire (how did it get there anyway?) and fell down to the corner on top of each other. John was on top, trying to gain some self control and stand up, but failed miserably slumping down on Gary completely.
And if you were lucky enough to be walking by that night, you could hear the classical Gary laughter and see the honest smiles. Because it was their night, they were the members of the best band in the whole country (and soon, the world) and they were the drunkest people alive (well, maybe other two were the same).
John gave up on trying and made himself comfortable. He smiled and touched Gary's chin, mumbling drunkenly something about the stuble and kissing him on the lips. Just a small kiss, there was no rush there, they had all the nights in the world.