Stupidest Story Ever, Part 3
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eliade apparently wants me to marry her.
Part One
Part Two
"But I - " Justin started to say, but it was too late. He was up on stage with a somewhat surly crowd of... mixed heritage looking back at him.
Still, he'd done worse at the SuperBowl.
"How's everybody doing tonight?" he asked, trying his best TRL smile. "I don't suppose y'all know a little song called 'Senorita' now do - " he noticed one of the demons - the DJ, as far as he could figure - frantically shaking his - her - its head. "Oh. You don't. What, no songs with that name? At all? Okay, what do you have?"
One look at the songlist later, Justin made it off the stage after doing what he felt was a pretty damn good rendition of 'How Deep Is Your Love' even if he didn't have any good backup.
"Hey," he said, grabbing on to the first demon he could get a hold of. "What happened to that guy I was talking to? Billy Idol-looking, suddenly turned eight, drinking a vodka?"
"That way," the demon said.
"Thanks," Justin replied. He pushed his way through the crowd until he found himself standing in an alleyway. It was... fairly clean, as alleyways went. But then again not like he kept a travelogue of them in the back of his memory. That had always been Joey's gig. "Uh - guy?"
"Spike," came the now higher-pitched voice. The 8 year old vampire appeared from behind a trash can that was taller than him. He lit up a cigarette, then pointed it at Justin accusingly. "It's all his bloody fault, you know."
"What?" Justin asked, wondering if they were ever going to get to the part of the evening that made sense.
"Everything," Spike said, flicking his ashes down in condemnation. "But tonight especially. Can't be there to monitor the drinks, Spike, I've got people to save. Can't have any good music in the bar, Spike, I want my music playing. It's his bloody fault I even know who you are, mate. Not like I gave a flying crap about pop music, clean or otherwise."
"This a... friend of yours?" Justin asked.
Spike scoffed. "Hardly. Big poofter. Huge fan of yours though. If I had to hear him rabbit on about how your solo career was the downfall of the industry one more time I'd - hang on, wait, I did hit him with a cocker spaniel."
"You know my solo album sold - " Justin started, then stopped himself. "No, not the time to get into this. Look, I'm sorry you're not a big fan or anything but would it be possible for you to - "
"What?" Spike asked, when Justin trailed off.
Justin clutched at his stomach, feeling a wave of nausea over come him. "I dunno, dude, but you may want to duck."
*************
Thus endeth part 3.
Now somebody has to do part 4. The requirements are that at some point in the story we need to get 1. Justin pregnant 2. Spike to the age of 8 and 3. both of them both turn into cat-people. You may also want to learn from my mistake and call part 4 before you start typing it, otherwise somebody who's faster than you might beat you to it *cough*
And if Torch doesn't get in on this at some point I may cry ;)
Oh - and if whoever does part 4 could put a link to it in the comments that would be spiffy.
Have fun!
ETA: Those who want to call a part should go here. Handy dandy one-stop shopping.
eliade apparently wants me to marry her.Part One
Part Two
"But I - " Justin started to say, but it was too late. He was up on stage with a somewhat surly crowd of... mixed heritage looking back at him.
Still, he'd done worse at the SuperBowl.
"How's everybody doing tonight?" he asked, trying his best TRL smile. "I don't suppose y'all know a little song called 'Senorita' now do - " he noticed one of the demons - the DJ, as far as he could figure - frantically shaking his - her - its head. "Oh. You don't. What, no songs with that name? At all? Okay, what do you have?"
One look at the songlist later, Justin made it off the stage after doing what he felt was a pretty damn good rendition of 'How Deep Is Your Love' even if he didn't have any good backup.
"Hey," he said, grabbing on to the first demon he could get a hold of. "What happened to that guy I was talking to? Billy Idol-looking, suddenly turned eight, drinking a vodka?"
"That way," the demon said.
"Thanks," Justin replied. He pushed his way through the crowd until he found himself standing in an alleyway. It was... fairly clean, as alleyways went. But then again not like he kept a travelogue of them in the back of his memory. That had always been Joey's gig. "Uh - guy?"
"Spike," came the now higher-pitched voice. The 8 year old vampire appeared from behind a trash can that was taller than him. He lit up a cigarette, then pointed it at Justin accusingly. "It's all his bloody fault, you know."
"What?" Justin asked, wondering if they were ever going to get to the part of the evening that made sense.
"Everything," Spike said, flicking his ashes down in condemnation. "But tonight especially. Can't be there to monitor the drinks, Spike, I've got people to save. Can't have any good music in the bar, Spike, I want my music playing. It's his bloody fault I even know who you are, mate. Not like I gave a flying crap about pop music, clean or otherwise."
"This a... friend of yours?" Justin asked.
Spike scoffed. "Hardly. Big poofter. Huge fan of yours though. If I had to hear him rabbit on about how your solo career was the downfall of the industry one more time I'd - hang on, wait, I did hit him with a cocker spaniel."
"You know my solo album sold - " Justin started, then stopped himself. "No, not the time to get into this. Look, I'm sorry you're not a big fan or anything but would it be possible for you to - "
"What?" Spike asked, when Justin trailed off.
Justin clutched at his stomach, feeling a wave of nausea over come him. "I dunno, dude, but you may want to duck."
*************
Thus endeth part 3.
Now somebody has to do part 4. The requirements are that at some point in the story we need to get 1. Justin pregnant 2. Spike to the age of 8 and 3. both of them both turn into cat-people. You may also want to learn from my mistake and call part 4 before you start typing it, otherwise somebody who's faster than you might beat you to it *cough*
And if Torch doesn't get in on this at some point I may cry ;)
Oh - and if whoever does part 4 could put a link to it in the comments that would be spiffy.
Have fun!
ETA: Those who want to call a part should go here. Handy dandy one-stop shopping.
