So I've read a lot of these, and I thought I'd try one of my own... And because I love The Warblers and have written nothing with them in (except The Reasons I Love Him where Wevid appear but...) I thought I'd do one for Dalton. Thanks to inu – my lovely beta. :) And I own nil. Zilch. Zero. If I did Glee wouldn't be as amazing as it is now. Though Klaine would have gotten together sooner. And the Warblers would be in it more often... Sorry! On with the show!
Wes Montgomery has set up a chatroom.
Wes Montgomery has invited David Thompson, Thad Harwood, Trent Nixon, Jeff Sterling, and Nick Duval to join the chat.
David has joined the chat
David: Nice one Wes.
Wes: Yes. We now have a place to discuss our setlist for future performances.
David: The choir room won't do...?
Thad has joined the chat
David: Hey Thad.
Wes: Hello Thaderick.
Thad: ... Are you mocking my name?
Wes: *facepalm*
David: Thad, help me out here. Wes is trying to turn this place into a setlist discussion.
Thad: Despite that Wes mocked my name, I agree with him. We have to take extra care now that Blaine's gone.
Wes: That traitor shan't be missed.
Nick and Jeff have joined the chat
Jeff: Sup?
Nick: Dude, why you gotta be hating on Blaine?
David: Since when have you been 'street'?
Thad: ARE YOU MOCKING MY ACCENT SIR?
Wes: Thad, you aren't street.
Nick: Street needs quotation marks?
Jeff: I SAID SUP DUDES?
Nick: The sky.
Jeff: Ha. Ha. Ha.
David: You two are lazy and hate working. Side with me here? Wes and Thad think we should turn this place into a setlist discussion.
Jeff: Firstly – charming.
Nick: Secondly – dudes, if you do that, we're out.
Jeff: Anyway, if you're going to do that shouldn't you invite all the other Warblers?
David: GOOD POINT!
Wes: ... Damn you all.
David: I feel so unloved. : (
Trent has joined the chat
Trent: This is a kangaroo court!
David: Er... Why?
Jeff: I like kangaroos!
Nick: Pandas are better.
David: I'm the only sane one here. :'(
Trent: Because someone put my gym socks in with my Hawaiian shirt and my socks are now stained pink and Coach Oliver has given me a detention for improper conduct and violation of uniform code.
Nick: Ha... Ha... Ha...
Jeff: SORRY DUDE! That may have been us.
Trent: I will have my revenge.
Nick: Should we be scared?
Trent: VENGEANCE!
Nick: I'll take that as a yes then...
David: I really am the only sane one here.
Thad: I am sane!
Wes: Who said that? Your mom?
Thad: Are you mocking my mother sir?
Wes: I give up. Why did you guys elect him as a leader of the Warblers?
Nick: Why did we elect you as chairman?
Wes: Trent?
Trent: Yes?
Wes: Can I join you in your VENGEANCE?
Trent: I would welcome it. *evil grin*
Nick: JEFFFF SAAAAAVEEEEE MEEEEEEEEEE!
Jeff: I'M COMING NICKY!
David: *facepalm* Wes please say I'm not the only one headdesking here?
Wes: *bruised forehead* No dude. You're not.
Thad: I feel out of a loop of epic bromances!
Trent: So do I.
Last message was written five minutes ago
Wes: Awwwwkwwwaaarrrrrdddd
David: *awkward turtle*
Wes: *awkward turtle dance*
David: *awkward turtle jive*
Wes: *awkward turtle can can*
David: *awkward turtle waltz*
Trent: ...
Thad: So...
Wes: Where've Nick and Jeff gone?
Thad: They're hiding in the closet.
David: *rereads that sentence* Er...?
Thad: NOT LIKE THAT. Well... No, they're in my wardrobe.
Trent: Am I that scary?
Jeff: You're not.
Wes: Am I?
Nick: Nope. Your gavel is though.
Jeff: I swear, I've lost IQ points because of that thing.
Trent: And he needed those!
Nick: OUCH!
Jeff: Harsh dude. :(
Wes: I was thinking maybe another Billy Joel song? Uptown Girl went rather well, or so I've heard. I was rather busy being ill during that impromptu performance. Luckily I missed seeing the TRAITOR.
David: Wes, chillax bro.
Wes: Never say that again.
David: CHILLAX CHILLAX CHIIIIIILLAAAAAAAAAAAXXXX!
Wes: I hate you.
Thad: Maybe 'Vienna'? By Billy Joel?
Wes: Ooh I like your thinking. Nick, what do you think of Vienna?
Nick and Jeff have left the chat.
Thad: Their loss!
Trent: The world is a sad place when the setlist for future show choir performances cannot be discussed without people jumping ship.
David: Yep. That's what makes the world a sad place. Not the poverty or disease or anything like that.
Trent: Wes?
Wes: Yes?
Trent: May I borrow your gavel?
Wes: NAY! NO ONE CAN TOUCH MR BANG BANG EXCEPT ME!
Trent: ...
David: ...
Wes: What?
The last message was written three minutes ago
David: Hey Wes? I was thinking.
Trent: Wow that must have been really difficult for you. Do you need a lie down?
Thad: Wow Trent, you're on a roll!
Trent: *bows*
David: I'm going to ignore that... Wes, you really need to make up with Blaineykins.
Wes: NAY! HE BETRAYED OUR TRUST DAVID!
David: And we've forgiven him. You need to take the high road on this one.
Wes: REALLY? BECAUSE THE TRAITOR IS UNDOUBTEDLY A HIGHWAY MAN, POISED TO ROB ME OF MY HOPES, DREAMS AND ASPIRATIONS BEFORE I GET TO THE NEXT POST!
David: ...
Thad: ...
Trent: ...
David: OK, I'm not even going to ask. Just make up with him OK?
Wes: No.
Trent: Lads. This calls for drastic action.
Thad: YOU MOCK MY AGE SIR!
Trent: THIS IS A KANGAROO COURT... CHATROOM!
David: My God...
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