Let's play a game!

[perpetual_motion]

It's called, "Gimmie a fandom, some characters, and any specifics you want, and I'll write you comment fic!"

Fun game, yeah? Have at it, folks! You'll keep me entertained as I continue to rebuild my iTunes. Did I mention I deleted 23 gigs of music? Because I totally did. Because I am a fucking idiot.

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[perpet-fic.livejournal.com]

Did not see the SyFy (double-shudder) Alice. You get Guy/Kyle and bar shenanigans!

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They stood outside, arms crossed, watching the fire as it petered out to occasional flames and heavy smoldering.

"Tomorrow morning, six 'o' clock," Guy said. "We're gonna start rebuilding. Well, you are."

Kyle raised his eyebrows. " What?!"

"Tomorrow. Six."

"Like hell!" Kyle jabbed Guy in the shoulder. "I'm not the one who set the bar on fire!"

"This time! The time before that, it was you."

"I didn't set up the Janobian dart tournament before making sure they don't use flaming darts!"

"No, you were the guy who decided to set up flaming shots night!"

"Plenty of bars have flaming shots!"

"You set the bar on fire!"

"Accident!"

Guy grit his teeth, growled under his breath. "Just like this, huh?"

Kyle looked at him, looked at the smoldering remains of the bar, sent out a blast from his ring to put out a sudden burst of flame. "Or we could quit. Go home. Have a 'we're not dead' fuck and both drag ourselves out of bed at six."

Guy squinted at him, glanced at the rubble where the bar had stood. "No more flaming shots."

"No more flaming darts."

"No more fire in the bar at all. Ever. Except in the oven."

Kyle nodded. "Deal."

"All right. Let's go get laid."

[moonsong42.livejournal.com]

That was AWESOME! Also, Alice is worth watching, if only for Andrew Lee Potts as Hatter. Also featuring Tim Curry, Kathy Bates, Colm Meaney, Matt Frewer, and others.

[perpet-fic.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it! So fun to write. I now want a one-shot of them just burning down the bar over and over again in some weird loop.

Oh, that cast sounds LOVELY. Oh, Colm Meany, you will always be Chief O'Brien in the holodeck to me.

[moonsong42.livejournal.com]

What, like:

"Let's have a themed Date Night at the bar, with fancy tablecloths and those little pansy candle holders."
"Um..."
*whoosh*
"Does that tiki torch look crooked to you?"
*whoosh*
"I got a great deal on this gas-grill on Antarii 7."
*whoosh*
"And Bananas Foster in honor of the last great shipment of bananas and rum from Earth."
"Isn't that a flaming dessert?"
"Yeah, so?"
*whoosh*
"Boiling water? Seriously?"
*whoosh*
"No, just stick a penny in the fuse box, it'll totally hold through the rush."
*whoosh*
(etc, etc(

[moonsong42.livejournal.com]

Oops, typo.
Also that string should end:

"I hate you so much right now."

[perpet-fic.livejournal.com]

I just laughed so hard I have tears in my eyes. Fantastic!

And let's not forget the smoldering cigarette.
Or that one Lantern that is actually made of fire. (because there totally is one)

[moonsong42.livejournal.com]

Oh, the possibilities.
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"Did we just get streaked by the FlamingOne?"
*whoosh*
"Hey, how was I supposed to know that gin gave the FlamingOne hiccups?"
*whoosh*
"I think we should cut-off FlamingOne, s/he's looking a bit green around the gills."
"FlamingOne has gills?"
"It's a figure of speech, numbnuts, it means...oh."
"So that's what flaming vomit looks like."
*whoosh*
"Did you say that Hal was possessed by the Ghost of the Great-fucking-London Fire?"
*whoosh*
Guy is rolling on the ground with laughter, while Hal stands over him, looking unamused, and Kyle's hands are being treated for minor burns.
"So let me get this straight. You bought Kyle new charcoal and drawing paper from an art catalog you found, and didn't check any of the fine print?"
"Bwa ha ha ha ha ha!"
"I'm never drawing in the bar again, asshole. Why'd you have to get the flaming paper?"
*whoosh*