Opening A/N: The only thing I have to say is that this is why you don't swap between Uncharted music videos and boy band lyric vids. Also that I APOLOGIZE FOR NOTHING - as per the usual.
Disclaimer:I actually own nothing in this whole entire fic except for the idea - and, I like to think, my own unique version of Flynn. I love him and his guitar and his penchant for getting absurdly drunk in tropical bars to death.
They're driving in a rental car on their way to a job – in America, for once – when the song comes on the radio, annoyingly upbeat and cheery, with inane lyrics that were clearly selected primarily because they rhymed. Nate groans and moves to change the channel, only to be surprised when Flynn bats his hand away.
"Flynn, what the heck?"
"I like this song," the British man protests, showing no hint of shame.
"It's – it's a boy band!"
"Boy bands are popular!"
Nate is having a hard time focusing on the road between the absurdly gleeful singing and this completely unexpected development. "Not – not among thirty-year-old men!"
"They're British. I have to show my support!" Flynn rolls down his window, the wind ruffling his hair and the happy grin on his face making him look like an overgrown puppy. "Turn it up."
Nate shakes his head. "No. I'm leaving them on; that should be enough."
"Naaaaaaaate," Flynn whines, and the brunette groans and turns the volume knob to the right.
"I swear, you have the worst taste in music."
Flynn isn't listening. "The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed! But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell – YOU DON'T KNOW YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!"
Nate takes advantage of a red light to slam his forehead against the steering wheel.
A3: Just to be clear - I LOVE THIS SONG. My outlook on life is you can't properly bash something if you don't really love it, aight? I mean, come on. Look at Legolas. Everyone makes fun of him. And he's great.
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