The Gundam Boys Go to Las Vegas
by Dæmon
Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own Gundam Wing...and I don't own Neosporin...so don't sue me please because you wouldn't win anything anyway: I only have about 39 cents to my name right now. ^_~
"Dammit!" Duo shouted, slamming down the knife he was using to cut the pizza he had ordered in.
"What now?" Heero grumbled from the family room.
"Maxwell, this is the third time today I've heard you screaming obscenities from the kitchen. What the hell is wrong?" Wufei added, more than slightly annoyed, as he had just lost to Heero in a poker game.
"I have zero cooking skills!" Duo replied in a pained tone, before popping his injured finger into his mouth to suck
on it.
"Well we knew that," Heero said calmly, picking up the money he'd won from Wufei, "That's why you ordered pizza, right?"
"I can't cut the damn thing either!" he exclaimed, looking disappointedly at his cut finger; a dark bead of blood was welling up out of it again.
He mumbled some worse words.
"Well, get Quatre to help you. I'm sure he'd be happy to assist. After all, he is skilled in all the 'girly arts.'" Wufei said with a snort.
Duo continued with his profanity spree momentarily before suddenly stopping, his mouth open as an idea hit him.
"We need a vacation!"
"Wha..."
"Maxwell, I don't know what that cut did to you, but I'm pretty sure you should put some Neosporin on it or something, because apparently it's pretty badly infected. A vacation!?"
"Yeah!" Duo went on enthusiastically.
Heero sighed heavily. Another one of Duo's stupid ideas. Might as well humor him.
"Well, where were you planning on going?"
Duo hesitated for a minute; he hadn't actually thought this out at all. Where would be a good place...
"Uh...Las Vegas?"
"LAS VEGAS!? INJUSTICE, MAXWELL!!!" Wufei jumped up with his katana, throwing cards and money everywhere.
"Hey, I was winning!" Heero complained.
"Whoa, calm down Justice-Boy," Duo said, backing up slowly, "It was just a suggestion. Besides, you're the one who needs a vacation the most, what with your pregnant wife and all..."
"DON'T TALK ABOUT NATAKU LIKE THAT!" Wufei said, charging into the kitchen and almost spearing Duo on his katana.
(Pause for a moment. Wufei is married to Catherine. She is pregnant. ...Don't ask.)
"Gah!" Duo yelled, jumping out of the way.
Suddenly, a shot rang out.
"Everybody just shut the hell up for a second!" Heero shouted, a vein throbbing on his forehead.
Duo and Wufei froze.
"If we're really going to go on a vacation, and I certainly could use one to get away from the two of you," Heero said, putting his gun away, "Then we're going to have to talk about it with Trowa and Quatre."
by Dæmon
Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own Gundam Wing...and I don't own Neosporin...so don't sue me please because you wouldn't win anything anyway: I only have about 39 cents to my name right now. ^_~
"Dammit!" Duo shouted, slamming down the knife he was using to cut the pizza he had ordered in.
"What now?" Heero grumbled from the family room.
"Maxwell, this is the third time today I've heard you screaming obscenities from the kitchen. What the hell is wrong?" Wufei added, more than slightly annoyed, as he had just lost to Heero in a poker game.
"I have zero cooking skills!" Duo replied in a pained tone, before popping his injured finger into his mouth to suck
on it.
"Well we knew that," Heero said calmly, picking up the money he'd won from Wufei, "That's why you ordered pizza, right?"
"I can't cut the damn thing either!" he exclaimed, looking disappointedly at his cut finger; a dark bead of blood was welling up out of it again.
He mumbled some worse words.
"Well, get Quatre to help you. I'm sure he'd be happy to assist. After all, he is skilled in all the 'girly arts.'" Wufei said with a snort.
Duo continued with his profanity spree momentarily before suddenly stopping, his mouth open as an idea hit him.
"We need a vacation!"
"Wha..."
"Maxwell, I don't know what that cut did to you, but I'm pretty sure you should put some Neosporin on it or something, because apparently it's pretty badly infected. A vacation!?"
"Yeah!" Duo went on enthusiastically.
Heero sighed heavily. Another one of Duo's stupid ideas. Might as well humor him.
"Well, where were you planning on going?"
Duo hesitated for a minute; he hadn't actually thought this out at all. Where would be a good place...
"Uh...Las Vegas?"
"LAS VEGAS!? INJUSTICE, MAXWELL!!!" Wufei jumped up with his katana, throwing cards and money everywhere.
"Hey, I was winning!" Heero complained.
"Whoa, calm down Justice-Boy," Duo said, backing up slowly, "It was just a suggestion. Besides, you're the one who needs a vacation the most, what with your pregnant wife and all..."
"DON'T TALK ABOUT NATAKU LIKE THAT!" Wufei said, charging into the kitchen and almost spearing Duo on his katana.
(Pause for a moment. Wufei is married to Catherine. She is pregnant. ...Don't ask.)
"Gah!" Duo yelled, jumping out of the way.
Suddenly, a shot rang out.
"Everybody just shut the hell up for a second!" Heero shouted, a vein throbbing on his forehead.
Duo and Wufei froze.
"If we're really going to go on a vacation, and I certainly could use one to get away from the two of you," Heero said, putting his gun away, "Then we're going to have to talk about it with Trowa and Quatre."