Bart puts his back in it.
A/N: Nothing fancy, just trying out writing short snippets instead of long, detailed AUs. As always, I love hearing what you think! Beta'd by the lovely raibix. Image by the wonderful Testchambers! Music for this drabble is "Express Yourself" by Diplo feat. Nicky Da B.
Get Low
Bedlam: that was the only word Jaime could use to describe what was happening—absolute bedlam. He had come home after a hard day of work to be greeted by the loudest music he had ever heard in his life. Even with his hands over his ears he could still hear everything perfectly.
A voice screeched over the speakers, "Getcha getcha getcha get low, NOW!" And then the bass started.
Jaime swore the entire house was vibrating with the music. Ornaments on the counters jumped in place and fell onto the floor. Furniture bounced and rattled, the lighter stools at the kitchen counter actually falling over. The scarab on his back reacted instinctually at this point, covering Jaime's body in a protective exoskeleton.
Thankfully the scarab was able to reduce the noise to a tolerable level and that's when Jaime saw it coming at him through the wall. At first he was confused, unsure of exactly what part of Bart's body he was looking at before it became clear. For some reason, Bart had decided to vibrate through the wall ass-first. When he got all the way through the wall he continued to dance, crazily shaking his butt up and down and side to side.
Had the music not been rattling Jaime's molars, the sight of his boyfriend gyrating would have mesmerized him.
As it was he screamed at his lover, "Bart, what the hell?!"
Bart looked around, somehow able to hear him over the cacophony of beats shaking their house.
He smiled and said something the scarab took a moment to decipher, "Jaime look what I can do! It's called twerking! Pretty crash, huh?"
Bart continued to dance, his hips making circles in the air to the bass pounding through the speakers.
Jaime stared for a few moments longer before his brain crashed like an overworked computer and he died on the inside.
A/N Afterwards: Somedays you just gotta shake that booty.