Reedit, scraped and started over... contains more silly I hope, one more chapter to follow. First fic, no beta.
Tino looked down at the shot glass in front of him, with a questioning look on his face. Feliks looked at him expectantly.
'Like, Tino! It's just a totes new fabulous drink I made~'
'It looks like piss...'
'GAWD! It's, like, not piss! It's totally just like lemonade! Be a man and drink it. I totally like, know you're going to be thanking me later.'
Tino sighed and downed the glass with his friend and pulled a face. 'Ew, what is this?'
'Tino, don't you like, pay attention to, like, what I say. It's called Man-aide! It's totally just liquid testosterone and some yellow food dye and junk We have like, 15 minutes before it kicks in and the sexy and like hawt inner man will come like bursting from our little totally feminine and fabulous bodies like a bull elephant or something!'
The Fin turned to get some reaction from his husband. Berwald's face stayed exactly the same, but he gave two very enthusiastic thumbs up... Tino groaned... great.
Wait... was the Swede's nose bleeding?
It was going to be a long night.
The party was in full swing: Eduard was being a sparkly and fabulous DJ, jamming out tunes; and Feliks and his small army of ponies were serving and keeping people in line. People noticed that the Pole was acting a little off... but no one could quite place it. Yet.
Ivan was looking for some one to spend the evening with, all his usual victims... er comrades were unavaliable. Ravis was having a sleepover with Peter, Yao was being groped by his younger brother Yong Soo, Kiku was being watched by a dozy Heracles and his army of cats, and Toris was under the sparklerific pony-loving Pole's custody for the week. Even Tino was attached at the hip to Berwald, though Berwald was reduced to a blushed, giggling drunk, the Russian didn't want to risk getting his vodka shoved where the sun don't shine.
That left Erik, the Icelander, who was hanging on the outside of the little group of Nordic countries.
Target acquired. Ivan sneaked quietly toward his objective, making sure the ponies or other Nordics didn't suspect a thing.
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