B: Butter
"OI! Francis tape this! Toni watch!" Gil yelled, maybe just a tad bit drunk, at the top of the stairs in a laundry basket.
Eliza's laundry basket.
And ever the wise one, before he got in he dumped the clothes out for the others to see, showing off Eliza's shirts, pants, socks, bras and underwear.
Smirking he held up a lacy bra "Look at how huge this is! Like Francis, I so beat you when it comes to the ladies!" he bragged
The Frenchman huffed "You do not understand l'amour!"
Ignoring the comment, he shoved off, flying down the stairs, bumping and banging, and falling from the basket and slamming face fist into the landing and the banister.
"Mon ami! This will be a lovely video to make viral!" Francis said, shaking as he held the camera
Antonio wasn't much better, almost dying of laughter.
Gil on the other hand wasn't so happy, he groaned and tried to sit up.
There was just one tiny problem. His head was stuck in the banister.
"Help me you idiots!" he yelled, jerking his head.
To make the situation even better, the door opened, and Eliza walked into the messed up house with the three drunk males.
By the red of her face the Spaniard and Frenchman new better than to stay.
"Something has come up mi amigo…" Antonio said, bolting out the door, followed by Francis
Gil groaned, jerking and trying the free himself "Assholes!" he growled
Not that if it was one of them he would stay. Every man for himself!
Eliza stalked over to him, and stared him in the eye.
"What have you done?" she spoke in a low tone, a dangerous one he had come to know. A frying pan was bound to come out soon, and he picked his words with care, in no hurry to incur more brain trauma.
"Had Toni and Francis over…had a few drinks maybe…" he said lowly, avoiding eye contact, instead looking at the ground strewn with beer bottles
She glared at him for a long while before saying "Why is your head stuck in the banister?"
He looked at her slightly "Uh…I was surfing down the stairs."
"In?"
"The laundry basket…"
She looked at the pile of clothes at the top of the stairs, face reddening at the sight of all her clothing.
"MY LAUNDRY BASKET!?" she screamed
He winced, ever fearful of the evil cast iron demon "…Yes?"
Fuming, she shoved his head backwards, and he yelped "That hurts!"
"Not my fault you have a big head!"
He huffed "My head is not big! Your banister is just small!"
"Well the size of the banister wouldn't be a problem if your head wasn't stuck in it!"
Logically arguing back he growled "My head wouldn't be stuck if your banister was bigger!"
To shut him up she shoved again, trying to free his head.
"STOP HURTING THE AWESOME ME AND MY SEXY HEAD!"
She stopped shoving and stared at his pale hair "Heads are not sexy, you idiot!"
He gave the floor his signature perverted smirk and said in a low tone "Well, which head are we speaking about?"
Blushing furiously she smacked him over the head "Pervert!"
He laughed and she stomped off into the kitchen
"No! Don't leave me!" he cried
"I'm not! I'm getting butter so I can get your big head out of the banister!"
In a perverted mood still, he said with a wide grin "I know how big my head is, but are you that eager to butter it up? What you going to do afterward?" he wiggled his eyebrow
Blushing she smacked him with the pan "SHUT UP!"
"THAT HURT DAMNIT!"
"GOOD!"
The two fell into a silence as she buttered his neck and ears, then pulling on the two poles on either side of his head ordered "Pull your head out."
Straining backwards, he wrenched his head free of the banister, and grinned, wiping the butter off.
"Heh…thank you."
She threw the butter at him. "Clean down here! And if it is not clean by the time I get down here, you are sleeping outside!"
By the tone of her voice, she was dead serious.
Sighing, he went to put the butter away, in no mood to spend the night outside.
She smiled slightly, shaking her head as she walked upstairs "What an egotistical idiot…"
Putting her clothes back in the basket, she retreated to her room
"But life would be so boring without him."
Thoughts?