Don't Say Lucky
Dr Furter is having a party and many influential Transylvanians have been invited. With one member of the castle hitting the bottle too hard and some unexpected guests who knows what they could get up to. Shorter than you'd expect, don't kill me.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. There. Now leave me to drown in my perpetual Rocky-inflicted misery. Enjoy,
Three similarly dressed members of the high social set of Transylvania knocked on the large dark front door. It was answered by a shabby looking, stringy-haired Transylvanian that you and I know as Riff Raff.
"Hello," smirked the tallest Transylvanian after glancing at Riff Raff's attire, "We're here for the-"
"The party, yes." Riff Raff drawled slowly. "This way."
He motioned them inside but stopped them halfway through the door, whispering quietly, "Don't say lucky."
"What?"
"Don't say lucky."
The guests looked at him in annoyance but agreed not to speak the word in order to gain entry.
As the rather conspicuous party made their way down the hall one of the Transylvanians broke the deathly silence.
"Well it is nice to be invited to one of Dr. Furter's famous parties."
Riff Raff smirked slightly until another of their number spoke.
"Yes it is, aren't we lucky?"
The Handyman stopped in his tracks and gave the offender a death glare."I did warn you-"
A previously hidden intoxicated fire of red and black hurtled at the group,
"You're lucky, he's lucky, I'm lucky we're all lucky!"
The Domestic collapsed in a drunken, giggling heap at the Transylvanian feet surrounding her. Riff Raff shoved the guests into the main hall and began the gruelling task of calming down his overexcited sister. He helped her back over to the stairs and found her still incapable of walking, she flopped over the banister. He whispered gentle words into her ear, though he knew that the only thing that would sober her up was a Time Warp.
Without any warning and seemingly without purpose, the doorbell rang. Riff Raff looked up in surprise, those should have been the last guests. He made his way over to the door where he found a wet, cold and shivering Earth couple.
"Hello..."
A/N – As I said, shorter than I would like or you would expect but hey. Please refrain from ripping my raven locks from my scalp.