A Night Out Chapter 1, a fringe fanfic

I decided to add some stuff to every chapter, along with finally putting in the very last chapter. I'm going to try to do them all tonight, but this is the only one I have finished, so I might not get all.

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Fringe, our the song in this chapter(or any of the songs I am going to use). But maybe I can pretend I do?

(Btw, I haven't watched any Fringe since the third or fourth episode this season, so try not to spoil anything for me.)

Peter had always loved travelling, but it was a little annoying when his psychotic genius father was with him. He was just glad there were two other people suffering with him. The only downer was that one of them was used to it, way more used to it than Peter.

"Let's go out tonight," Olivia, his beautiful, blonde, sexy, FBI agent girlfriend said.

"Where will we go malady?" Peter asked.

"A bar. The four of us. There's one across the street from here." She led him to the window and pointed at the building with a big neon sign saying 'BAR'.

"Who is it?" Astrid called when she heard a knock at the door.

Her and Walter absolutely did not want to share a room with their travel companions, so they were in a separate one.

"Us," Peter and Olivia said together.

When Astrid opened the door, she found Olivia wearing a short black dress and strappy black shoes with red lipstick and her hair in soft waves. Peter was wearing his normal clothing, but he still looked ready to go out.

"What's going on?" Astrid asked.

"We're going to the bar. Want to come?" Peter said.

"Sure. We'll be at your room when we are ready." When they were gone, she said, "Get ready Walter, we're going to the bar."

"I guess we have some time to spare," Peter aid, lightly kissing Olivia's red lips.

"I guess we do," Olivia breathed against Peter's lips before kissing him back.

They still hadn't moved from that spot when a knock came to the door and Peter said, "We're busy."

"Are we going out or what?" Astrid's voice said on the other side of the door.

"Fine," Peter grumbled on his way to open the door.

Astrid was wearing a silky, dark purple dress that hugged ever curve of her body, down to just above her knees. And for Walter, well, it turns out crazy people can dress good, too.

"You are looking beautiful tonight, Olivia. Not that you don't all the time," Walter said.

"Thank you, Walter."

The bar was pretty full, not too full, but a decent amount. Most women were wearing tight, short dresses. Olivia and Astrid fit in perfectly. Even Walter and Peter fit in.

After a couple drinks, they started to realise a bunch of different people were singing. Then Olivia remembered the mini flashing neon sign, and said, "Oh, no. It's karaoke night."

Walter's eyes flashed. He jumped up and ran to the stage. After a short discussion with the DJ, a song came on.

"Oh, no." Peter covered his face with his hands.

"What's wrong?" Olivia asked.

That's when Walter started singing.

"I like big butts and I can not lie"

"Oh," Olivia said.

Walter continued:

"You other brothers can't deny

That when Gene walks in with

An itty bitty waist"

"Not," Peter laughed.

Gene was the cow in Walter's lab. No way was her waist 'itty bitty'.

"And a round thing in your face"

"Who would want Gene's butt in their face?"

"You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough

'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed

Deep in the jeans she's wearing

I'm hooked and I can't stop staring

Oh baby, I wanna get with you"

"Poor cow," Peter said.

"He just loves this song. He's been listening to it non-stop for the past couple weeks," Astrid said.

"How does he know it?"

"I accidentally played it once."

And to that, Peter just glared.

"And take your picture "

"Wait, how do you know it?" Olivia questioned.

"I've heard it on the radio."

"You listen to the radio?"

"My homeboys tried to warn me

But that butt you got makes me so horny"

"Ugh," Peter groaned.

"Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin

You say you wanna get in my Benz?

Well, use me, use me

'Cause you ain't that average groupie"

"Walter can actually rap," Olivia mused.

"I've seen the dancin'"

At that, Walter started doing a little dance.A dance no son would ever want to watch their father do.

"To hell with romancin'

She's sweat, wet

Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette

I'm tired of magazines

Sayin' flat butts are the thing

Take the average black man and ask him that

She gotta pack much back

So fellas!"

Every man in the bar shouted, "Yeah!" Everyone except Peter.

"Fellas!"

"Yeah!"

"Has your girlfriend got the butt?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Tell 'em to shake it!"

"Shake it!"

"Shake it!"

"Shake it!"

"Shake that healthy butt!

Baby got back!

LA face with Oakland booty

Baby got back!

LA face with Oakland booty

I like 'em round, and big

And when I'm throwin' a gig

I just can't help myself

I'm actin' like an animal

Now here's my scandal

I wanna get you home

And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh

"The sounds you never want to hear come out of your father's mouth," Peter groaned.

I ain't talkin' 'bout Playboy"

"Does he read those?" Olivia asked.

"I've found some," Peter said.

"Me, too," Astrid said.

"'Cause silicone parts are made for toys

I want 'em real thick and juicy

So find that juicy double

Mix-a-Lot's in trouble

Beggin' for a piece of that bubble

So I'm lookin' at rock videos

Knock-kneaded bimbos walkin' like hoes

You can have them bimbos

I'll keep my women like Flo Jo

A word to the thick soul sistas

I wanna get with ya

I won't cuss or hit ya

But I gotta be straight when

I say I wanna fuck

"Language, Walter, language," Astrid mumbled under her breath.

The other two laughed, knowing she was joking.

'Til the break of dawn

Baby got it goin' on

A lot of pimps won't like this song

'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it

And I'd rather stay and play

'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong

"I doubt that," Peter said, erupting giggles from the two girls.

And I'm down to get the friction on

So, ladies!"

Most women shouted, "Yeah!"

"Ladies!"

"Yeah!"

"If you wanna roll in my Mercedes"

"Yeah!"

"Then turn around! Stick it out!

Even white boys got to shout

Baby got back!"

After a very short instrumental, Walter continued:

"Baby got back!

Yeah, baby...when it comes to females

Cosmo ain't got nothin' to do with my selection

36-24-36? Haha, only if she's 5'3"

Oliva faux-sulked. "I'm 5'8" with close measurements. I guess Sir Mix-A-Lot wouldn't want me."

"So your girlfriend rolls a Honda

Playin' workout tapes by Fonda

But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda

My Anaconda don't want none

Unless you've got the buns, hun

You can do side bends or sit-ups

But please don't lose the butt"

"Oh, no. Never lose the butt!" Peter joked.

"Some brothers like to play the 'hard' roll

And tell you that the butt ain't gold

So they toss it and leave it

And I pull up quick to retrieve it

So Cosmo says you're fat

Well I ain't down with that

'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin'

And I'm thinkin' 'bout stickin'

To the beanpole dames in magazines

You ain't it miss a thing

Give me a sista I can't resist her

Red beans and rice did miss her

Some knucklehead tried to diss

'Cause his girls were on my list"

"No! No he didn't!" Astrid laughed.

"He had game but he chose to hit 'em

And pulled up quick to get with 'em

So ladies if the butt is round

And you wanna triple X throw down

Dial 1-900-MIXALOT and kick them nasty thoughts

Baby got back

Little in the middle but she got much back

Little in the middle but she got much back"

Walter made his way back to the table. When he sat down he asked, "Who's next?"

Obviously, the song is I Like Big Butts by Sir Mix-A-Lot, like I said in my last one.

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