Margaritaville
by Dandragon Wolf
All characters, minus the ones I make up, do not belong to me (although I must admit
I wish they did), they belong to their respective creators (you know who they are),
I just write stories. Enjoy. Some yaoi and male/female content hinted at. But no, no
2XRelena. No lemons (never any good lemons to be found when you need them. Besides,
my wife would kill me). This is just a little joke and a wee bit of Heero bashing.
The song "Margaritaville" belongs to its owner, it's not mine!
Living on sponge cake.
Watching the sun bake.
All of those tourists are covered with oil.
Strumming my six string,
On my front porch swing.
Smell of the shrimp they're beginning to boil.
Wasting away again in Margaritaville.
Looking for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know,
"It's all Heero's fault!"
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season.
Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty.
A Mexican cutie.
How it got here I haven't a clue.
Wasting away again in Margaritaville.
Looking for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,
"Hell it's Heero's fault!"
I blew out my flip-flop.
Stepped on a pop pop.
Hurt my heel had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render,
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasting away again in Margaritaville.
Looking for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know,
"It's Heero's damn fault!"
Yes sir!
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
And I know,
"It's Heero's damn fault!"
The song ended and Duo exchanged glances with Relena.
"Another margarita?" he asked.
"Sure." she slurred, having a much lower tolerance than him to the stuff.
Duo stood up and began making the margarita.
"You know, Duo, I think we took this song too seriously." Relena mumbled, falling all
over herself trying to get up.
"Nonsense." Duo replied. "We didn't blow out a flip flop and we don't have tattoos."
"But we are in Mexico." Relena pointed out.
"Sure we are, but so are a lot of other retired people." Duo pointed out.
"Oh yeah, good point." Relena said.
Duo handed her the margarita.
"To The Bastard Heero!" Relena toasted.
"Here! Here!" Duo echoed.
Their glasses clinked together. Relena sipped her drink and then hit the replay button
on the stereo.
Living on sponge cake.
Watching the sun bake.
All of those tourists are covered with oil.
Strumming my six string,
On my front porch swing.
Smell of the shrimp they're beginning to boil.
Wasting away again in Margaritaville.
Looking for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know,
"It's all Heero's fault!"
The end
That's right folks, that's all there is. Pointless yes? That's the fun part of it. :)
Questions, comments, death threats, I'm all eyes.
by Dandragon Wolf
All characters, minus the ones I make up, do not belong to me (although I must admit
I wish they did), they belong to their respective creators (you know who they are),
I just write stories. Enjoy. Some yaoi and male/female content hinted at. But no, no
2XRelena. No lemons (never any good lemons to be found when you need them. Besides,
my wife would kill me). This is just a little joke and a wee bit of Heero bashing.
The song "Margaritaville" belongs to its owner, it's not mine!
Living on sponge cake.
Watching the sun bake.
All of those tourists are covered with oil.
Strumming my six string,
On my front porch swing.
Smell of the shrimp they're beginning to boil.
Wasting away again in Margaritaville.
Looking for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know,
"It's all Heero's fault!"
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season.
Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty.
A Mexican cutie.
How it got here I haven't a clue.
Wasting away again in Margaritaville.
Looking for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,
"Hell it's Heero's fault!"
I blew out my flip-flop.
Stepped on a pop pop.
Hurt my heel had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render,
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasting away again in Margaritaville.
Looking for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know,
"It's Heero's damn fault!"
Yes sir!
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
And I know,
"It's Heero's damn fault!"
The song ended and Duo exchanged glances with Relena.
"Another margarita?" he asked.
"Sure." she slurred, having a much lower tolerance than him to the stuff.
Duo stood up and began making the margarita.
"You know, Duo, I think we took this song too seriously." Relena mumbled, falling all
over herself trying to get up.
"Nonsense." Duo replied. "We didn't blow out a flip flop and we don't have tattoos."
"But we are in Mexico." Relena pointed out.
"Sure we are, but so are a lot of other retired people." Duo pointed out.
"Oh yeah, good point." Relena said.
Duo handed her the margarita.
"To The Bastard Heero!" Relena toasted.
"Here! Here!" Duo echoed.
Their glasses clinked together. Relena sipped her drink and then hit the replay button
on the stereo.
Living on sponge cake.
Watching the sun bake.
All of those tourists are covered with oil.
Strumming my six string,
On my front porch swing.
Smell of the shrimp they're beginning to boil.
Wasting away again in Margaritaville.
Looking for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know,
"It's all Heero's fault!"
The end
That's right folks, that's all there is. Pointless yes? That's the fun part of it. :)
Questions, comments, death threats, I'm all eyes.