This is for the Olympic 2012 fanfic challenge.

PG 13

All disclaimers.

GOOD SPORTS &TWEETS

"it's a go, Mick".

"What's a go, Josef?"

"THE party."

"What party?"

"Only the hottest ticket in the whole Olympics. The opening party."

"Oh, yeah, well, we're not going. Beth's jet lagged and she wants to be fresh for the opening ceremony."

"Fresh, huh?" Josef leers at his best friend. The two grin.

"As in, not sleep deprived."

"All these late nights getting to her, huh?" Mick glowers.

"Well, hey, that doesn't mean you can't go. Come on, Mick, EVERYONE will be there: Sir Elton, Sir Paul, The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. And the hottest one of all: little sister, Pippa Middleton. Did you see that bum of hers at the wedding? Yum!"

"Oh, you couldn't get near her, much less touch that ass. She's practically royalty, Josef. And don't forget how high profile she's become. Wouldn't do being seen with her. The papparazi, remember?"

Josef looks thoughtful and then grins. "Wanna bet?"

Mick's seen that look way too many times but, what the hell, it's always entertaining to see what lengths Josef will go to win a bet. "Sure but there's got to be absolutely no doubt. No sneaking in a double, like you did in Dubai."

"You'll never let me live that one down, will you? But you got to admit that my Angelina had you fooled."

"Yeah, just long enough to see her faked Botox lips."

"So, you coming or will you stay home and watch the little lady sleep?"

Goaded, Mick capitulates. "Alright. I'll come but stay only til I see you go down in flames, Kostan! She'll kick your butt or her security will definitely do the honors. What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing." Josef has started typing into his cellphone but quickly covers it up.

Mick looks over, and does a double take.

"Christ, I can't believe it! You're on Twitter!"

Josef shrugs. "It's addictive. And useful." He continues to type.

Mick's cellphone tweets. Josef laughs. "Here, I've set you up with an account, too."

"You're #Josef$$$K?" Looking at his cellphone still making tweeting sounds, Mick gags then comes after his friend with murder in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Don't you like your new moniker: #Mickthewhipped?"

"Let's see your chops tonight, buddy, or it might be #Josefthechained."

An hour before dawn, Mick unsuccessfully tries to quietly walk into the bedroom he shares with Beth. But his vampire stealth can't get past her awareness of him, and she wakes.

"Mick, you smell like a distillery."

He mumbles something about the Queen and too many toasts.

"What ... or who were you toasting?" Her eyebrow goes up when she hears his cellphone tweet. Unable to answer it, he hands it to her.

"#Josef$$$K has just tweeted you a message." She says dryly.

He slurs his words, "What'sit shay?"

"Congratulate me, I'm engaged and sucka, you lost another bet."

"Who's he engaged to?"

"Not sure. Either it's, hic, Pippa Middleton or, the Queen's favorite corgi."