Note: This is not directed at anyone, I wrote this just to amuse myself. Nothing should be taken very serious, this is a lighthearted fic, written for comedey...even though it's not very funny...but, that's my fault. It's kind of overkill, yes, so flame if you must. Enjoy!
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Lights come up full and Specs saunters to center stage. He grins charmingly at the audience and clears his throat.
"Slash- a slang term for homosexual relations, gay guys getting in on, hot male on male action, …whatever you wanna call it. Anyways, I am here to defend slash."
The crowd sends a mixed reaction, some groan, some look disgusted, some clap and cheer, mostly the girls in the front row, and some are indifferent.
Specs clears his throat again and continues. "As I was sayin, slash isn't bad. Some people think it's unrealistic. Well, I'm sure you've all heard stuff about what happens with male inmates in prison…the same type of thing happens in the LH, except all of us are, for lack of a better word, pretty. Yep, we'se a bunch of pretty boys…uh, any questions?"
A random audience member stands up, "Isn't it kind of unrealistic to say you're all gay?"
"Yep, just as unrealistic to say that we're all straight. Some of us are gay, some are straight, and some are bi…greedy bastards."
Dutchy randomly walks across stage and Specs reaches out and grabs his ass.
Another audience member stands, "Isn't the writer forcing you to do all this slashy stuff?"
"Well yes, but, it's not like we don't enjoy it." Specs replies with a grin as he exchanges a look with Dutchy.
And yet another random audience member stands, "Well, some of us think slash is gross and you're really sick for writing about it!" this audience member has an attitude.
The group of girls in the front row are outraged and they begin booing the random audience member mercilessly.
"Well den don't read it!" Specs answered, ending the evil torment of boos. "And it's no sicker than writing about a guy and a girl…"
Specs looks over at Dutchy who's licking his lips and making gestures toward the wings.
"Well, if there's no more questions, I'll be going now. Bye!" Specs blows a kiss to the audience, grabs Dutchys hand and the two run offstage.
The rowdy group of girls from the front row run after them with popcorn, video equipment, and various Pepsi products.
As the curtain closes the audience just sits there, motionless, and confused. No less enlightened to the wonders of slash as they were before they were magically transported into this silly narrative.
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Lights come up full and Specs saunters to center stage. He grins charmingly at the audience and clears his throat.
"Slash- a slang term for homosexual relations, gay guys getting in on, hot male on male action, …whatever you wanna call it. Anyways, I am here to defend slash."
The crowd sends a mixed reaction, some groan, some look disgusted, some clap and cheer, mostly the girls in the front row, and some are indifferent.
Specs clears his throat again and continues. "As I was sayin, slash isn't bad. Some people think it's unrealistic. Well, I'm sure you've all heard stuff about what happens with male inmates in prison…the same type of thing happens in the LH, except all of us are, for lack of a better word, pretty. Yep, we'se a bunch of pretty boys…uh, any questions?"
A random audience member stands up, "Isn't it kind of unrealistic to say you're all gay?"
"Yep, just as unrealistic to say that we're all straight. Some of us are gay, some are straight, and some are bi…greedy bastards."
Dutchy randomly walks across stage and Specs reaches out and grabs his ass.
Another audience member stands, "Isn't the writer forcing you to do all this slashy stuff?"
"Well yes, but, it's not like we don't enjoy it." Specs replies with a grin as he exchanges a look with Dutchy.
And yet another random audience member stands, "Well, some of us think slash is gross and you're really sick for writing about it!" this audience member has an attitude.
The group of girls in the front row are outraged and they begin booing the random audience member mercilessly.
"Well den don't read it!" Specs answered, ending the evil torment of boos. "And it's no sicker than writing about a guy and a girl…"
Specs looks over at Dutchy who's licking his lips and making gestures toward the wings.
"Well, if there's no more questions, I'll be going now. Bye!" Specs blows a kiss to the audience, grabs Dutchys hand and the two run offstage.
The rowdy group of girls from the front row run after them with popcorn, video equipment, and various Pepsi products.
As the curtain closes the audience just sits there, motionless, and confused. No less enlightened to the wonders of slash as they were before they were magically transported into this silly narrative.