I thought this one up during an assembly. Boredom always gets me going.
See my profile for disclaimers. And can someone please tell me how to put breaks in between notes and the story?
Fury was out of paper. He headed to the supply closet. The supply closet, eving in East City HQ, was not a place where one was often surprised.
"Havoc, sir? What are you doing in here?"
"Shh!" Havoc whispered, glancing fearfully out the door. "He's… he's not here, is he?"
"Who?" Fury asked.
"Ed. Is he here?" Havoc lit a cigarette with shaking hands.
"Uh… no, I haven't seen him today. Why?"
"Well, you know that party last night?" He continued when Fury nodded. "You left early, so you weren't there for it, but there was kinda this bet, and I kinda lost, but I mean, it's not really my fault, right? It's not my fault the kid can't hold his liquor-"
"Havoc," Fury interrupted, "He's fifteen. How did he get hold of alcohol in the first place?"
"That's not important," Havoc said quickly. "Anyway, what's important is that… um… Ikindahadtoputmakeuponhim." He said the last bit in a rush, and it took Fury a moment to decipher it.
"You- you-" he gasped, "You're suicidal, you know that?"
Havoc nodded miserably.
It was silent for a moment.
"So… did you get pictures?" He asked.
Havoc nodded, and grinned. "Hughes was there, he was snapping shots like every two seconds. He promised to develop enough for anyone who wants 'em. I tell ya, all he needed was a dress."
"You couldn't get one?" The smaller man was trying hard not to laugh.
Havoc snorted. "What, you think I walk around with one? Hawkeye was the only woman there, and I don't think she even owns a dress."
Fury burst into giggles. "But she had makeup?"
Havoc smirked. "No way. That was courtesy of Roy's last girlfriend. She left her purse at his house."
"And… and… you had blush and eyeshadow and everything?"
The blond man looked very pleased with himself. "The works. Even had some red nail polish that matches his coat. I undid his braid, too, so his hair was all wavy."
Fury collapsed laughing.
There was a muffled WHUMP and the building shook.
"Uh oh." The color drained from Havoc's face. "I think he recovered from his hangover."
Fury sat up. "Would it be safer to stay in here or run?"
"Sh. He's yelling something."
They listened. "YOU GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW! I KNOW IT WAS YOU, HAVOC, YOU BASTARD! GET OUT HERE SO I CAN HURT YOU! AND TELL ME HOW TO GET THIS FUCKING NAIL POLISH OFF!"
They glanced at each other. "Run," Fury suggested.
Havoc did.
