NOTES: This is for everyone with whom I saw American Idiot in November. (And by 'everyone,' I mean my friends, not the girls from our class who called Tony Vincent a 'diva bitch.') This is meant to occur before Letterbomb, hence the headwear, for those who've seen the show. Review and I will write more drabbles for Those You've Known (and more surprise oneshots) more quickly. : ) Thanks for reading, and remember, friends: Every time is ramen time.
RATING: T for language, lots of drinking, and drug references as usual
CHARACTERS: Jimmy and Johnny
Salute to a Saint's Haircut
Jimmy was halfway in between wondering where he could most conveniently get a hit and wondering how he'd ended up wearing a sparkly paper tiara. While musing on these topics through a half-drunken fog, he felt the couch cushions shift around him and two elbows suddenly dug into his shoulders, nearly making him choke on a mouthful of beer.
"What the–"
"Hey, Jimmy?" the familiar voice slurred as the hands attached to those elbows started exploring the top of Jimmy's head.
"Was wondering where you were…" Jimmy lied, ignoring the questioning tone and enjoying the physical attention that Johnny had uncharacteristically initiated.
"How…does it work?"
"…excuse me?"
Jimmy felt a tug on his scalp as Johnny repeatedly flipped a lock of hair from one side of his head to the other.
"How…do you stay warm…in the winter?"
"…uh…" Before Jimmy could answer, or fully understand the question, he felt Johnny release his hair and start rubbing his chin on the shaved half of his head, his arms now limply hanging down Jimmy's chest. His voice floated drunkenly down again, this time muffled and giggly. "Hey…you're fuzzy…"
"Get the fuck off–" He took this opportunity to escape, the tiara somehow jumping ship and staying behind. As he turned around to sit on the coffee table, he got a full view of Johnny staring blankly back, perched on the back of the couch, sporting a party hat on his head and Jimmy's headband in his mouth. "You need to sleep this off, don't you?"
The only reply was a muffled mumbling around the tiara.
"And that's a yes," Jimmy responded, reaching out and tugging the tiara out of Johnny's mouth and onto the floor. Johnny found this incredibly funny, tipping over sideways onto the couch in another giggle fit.
"Can we– Can– Can we–" This sad attempt at a sentence dissolved into an even larger laughing fit.
"Uh…probably, yeah." Jimmy downed the last of his beer, still staring in amusement at his roommate. "Feel like making sense?"
By now, Johnny was laughing too hard to form words, so he replied by putting his fingers to his nose in an imitation of snorting cocaine.
"Oh…yeah, good plan." He stood up and tossed his beer can onto the floor.
"Wait, wait, wait…" Johnny giggled, nearly pulling himself together as he reached down for the tiara and awkwardly stood up himself. Putting on a look of intense concentration, he reached up and placed the tiara back on Jimmy's head. Then he saluted as solemnly as his faulty balance would allow and whispered, "God save the Queen." He hardly made it through the last word before bursting out laughing and tipping forward into Jimmy's arms.
Now fighting back laughter himself, Jimmy mumbled, "Come on, dumbass," removed his shoulder from underneath Johnny's forehead, threw an arm around his neck, and steered him out of the room.
ADDITIONAL NOTES: Credit goes to my friend Dani for inspiring this, as she was the one to initially wonder how Tony stays warm in the winter.