Trowa and Quatre are in a bar, drowning their sorrows of the deaths of Catherine and Dorothy.
Sad, yes, but it was the best idea I had
Quatre: You know what man.... This really sucks....
Trowa: Yeah... Boy.... Who saw that grease fire coming?
Quatre: *sniff* yes... I know.... You know what buddy? I really like 'ya.
Trowa perks up
Quatre: errr... not that way... however...
calm guitar music begins
Quatre: *deep breath* Here we are, dear old friend. You and I, drunk again. Laughs have been had
tears have been shed. Mabye the whisky's gone to my head.... but....
Music speeds up
Quatre: If I were gay, I would give you my heart, and if I were gay, you'd be my work of art, and
if I were gay, we'd swim in romance. But I'm not gay, so get your hand out of my pants.
Trowa reddens and does what Quatre says
Quatre: It's not that I don't care, I do. I just don't see myself in you. At another time,
another scene, I'd be right behind you, if you know what I mean.
Trowa's eyebrows raise
Quatre: Cause, if I were gay, I'd give my soul, and if I were gay, I'd give you my whole being.
If I were gay, We'd tear down the walls, but I'm not gay, so stop cupping my hand.
Trowa looks annoyed and does what he said
Quatre: We've never hugged, we've never kissed, I'v enever been intamite, with your fist.
Trowa: I can fix that
Quatre: You have opened brand new doors... So get over here, and drop your........
Draweeeeerrrrrrrrs...
Trowa: ALL RIGHT!!!
Quatre: IF!!! DAMMIT, IF!
Trowa: errg....
Author's note: Please forgive me for this complete and utter piece of crap. Hey! You could blame
pacifists if you want.
Sad, yes, but it was the best idea I had
Quatre: You know what man.... This really sucks....
Trowa: Yeah... Boy.... Who saw that grease fire coming?
Quatre: *sniff* yes... I know.... You know what buddy? I really like 'ya.
Trowa perks up
Quatre: errr... not that way... however...
calm guitar music begins
Quatre: *deep breath* Here we are, dear old friend. You and I, drunk again. Laughs have been had
tears have been shed. Mabye the whisky's gone to my head.... but....
Music speeds up
Quatre: If I were gay, I would give you my heart, and if I were gay, you'd be my work of art, and
if I were gay, we'd swim in romance. But I'm not gay, so get your hand out of my pants.
Trowa reddens and does what Quatre says
Quatre: It's not that I don't care, I do. I just don't see myself in you. At another time,
another scene, I'd be right behind you, if you know what I mean.
Trowa's eyebrows raise
Quatre: Cause, if I were gay, I'd give my soul, and if I were gay, I'd give you my whole being.
If I were gay, We'd tear down the walls, but I'm not gay, so stop cupping my hand.
Trowa looks annoyed and does what he said
Quatre: We've never hugged, we've never kissed, I'v enever been intamite, with your fist.
Trowa: I can fix that
Quatre: You have opened brand new doors... So get over here, and drop your........
Draweeeeerrrrrrrrs...
Trowa: ALL RIGHT!!!
Quatre: IF!!! DAMMIT, IF!
Trowa: errg....
Author's note: Please forgive me for this complete and utter piece of crap. Hey! You could blame
pacifists if you want.