Author's Note:
This fic was inspired by my Tweet stream on Twitter. I've altered some things to fit my own crazy ideas that run rampant in my mind. The last four paragraphs are credited to Connie (the girl referred to in the fic) as I had lost my muse by the end. A big THANK YOU to her for helping out. Short, one-shot.
It was the day after the Canucks had beaten the Blackhawks. Hubar TV had planned to do a secret show that night but Ross couldn't get a hold of Chris. Grant it, Chris didn't have a cell phone but it'd been even more of pain in the ass to get in touch with him than usual. Come to think of it, Chris hadn't spoken to him since last night. Confused and slightly pissed off Ross decided to drive over to Chris' apartment.
After a flurry of knocks on the door, it swung open. "What?" Chris demanded.
"I can't help but get the feeling that you're mad at me."
"What was your first clue Sherlock?"
"Could you at least tell me what I've done?"
"Last night you should have backed me up."
"Wait, you mean on Twitter? You're seriously upset about something that happened on the Internet?"
"Hey, fuck you. You're my friend and you are supposed to have my back."
"Dude, she offered to show me her boobs and pussy. How am I supposed to say no to that? You offered to show me your penis, so no contest there. Besides, you would have done the same fucking thing and you know it."
Chris sighed and relented. "Fine. You're right. So, how was it?"
"I'm not going to kiss and tell."
"Please. A girl on the Internet, that you don't even know, sent you pictures. Pretty sure the gentlemen's code goes out the window at that point."
"Are you going to make me stand out in the hall night, or can I come in?" Ross didn't really think that changing topics would work but it was worth a shot.
"I'll let you in, if you tell me about the pictures."
"No."
"Do it."
Ross couldn't help but laugh. "Did you seriously just whisper that and everything?"
"Yeah. Couldn't keep up the façade of being mad anymore."
"You've been busting my chops for no reason? You're such a dick."
"And yet you're still friends with me."
"Yeah, yeah. Can I come in now?"
"No, I told you that you can't come in until you tell me about the pictures."
"Are you that desperate? Really?"
"Just show me the fucking pictures. Besides, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even have them. Now stop being a bitch and show them to me."
Reluctantly, Ross pulled out his phone and began to scroll to the folder with the pictures. However right as they were about to appear on the screen, he "accidentally" hit delete, all the while grinning at his friend.
Chris shook his head and stepped aside, letting Ross into his apartment. "Ass," he muttered as Ross walked in to begin setting up for their next show.