A/N: Once again, I've got another fun-size oneshot for you! This one is basically humour, through and through; as well, I actually liked this one as I was writing it. I'd really appreciate it if you reviewed after reading, because that helps me get a sense of what you guys think I should improve on. But for now, here's the next ficlet!
Posing
"How long are we going to have to stay like this?" Sherman whined, about to move out of position to rub his sore muscles. Standing still was much harder than he would have thought.
Bobbi merely scoffed and turned his head just enough so that he could see the drummer without ruining the shot. "Coming from someone who spends so much time doing nothing but sitting around and eating, I think this would be called 'ironic'." He smirked and returned to being devilishly handsome for the camera.
As usual, Danny was in the middle of the two -- literally and argument-wise. "Just...look pretty for the camera, okay? The photo shoot's almost over, you can hang in there."
"But my arm's cramping! And I think my foot's asleep!"
"For Christ's sake, just shut up and smile!" The bassist's own smile was still intact, but there was obvious anger in his eyes. "You're going to ruin this for the rest of us!"
"No one said I'd have to just stand here for like, 10 hours!:
While the two of them continued bickering, Danny was forced to move. If he didn't act fast, the photographer would be in the next city in no time.