Rock Band Werewolf
Disclaimer: I wish, but no, I don't own the characters/show.
Author's Notes: A tribute to RyRo's singing abilities. Of course, with a FATE twist. :P
Henry had a secret.
And no, it wasn't the one that involved fur and fangs.
The guy could sing, really sing, it just took the right circumstances to get him to.
Like Rock Band and Jäger Bombs.
"Dude! That rocked!"
"Yeah right, how would you know? You're drunk!"
"I am not drunk, Foss. You are, but you still rock!"
"Right…"
"Oh c'mon Hank! One more song!"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"You're drunk, don't try and deny it."
"Maybe. Good thing too."
"Why?"
"Because if I wasn't, I wouldn't be doing this."
He tastes like Jäger and Red Bull and something else that's just him. And God, does it taste good.
They part with an audible "pop," and she can't stop herself, she laughs.
"Gee, way to boost a guy's confidence, Freelander."
"Sorry! Sorry! Oh man, I am drunk."
"Well, that's why you kissed me, right?"
"No! Yes! Well, sort of."
"Sort of?"
"Is it so hard to believe that I've wanted to kiss you for a while, but needed some liquid courage? Plus, your singing is really hot."
"For a while, huh? And you think my singing's hot?"
"Yeah." She knows she's blushing by now, but between the drinks and the kiss she really can't help herself.
And then he's kissing her and she forgets all about it.
It ends quieter this time, but is no less electric.
"So," he clears his throat, reaching for the mic once more, "what do you want to hear next?"
"Forget Rock Band, you dork," she shakes her head, smiling wickedly as she grabs the mic from his hands and hits him over the head with it before chucking it over the couch.
"I want to play a different game."