Title: Tripapallooza
Author: Kipli
Rating: PG
Pairing:
Archer/Tucker; Reed/Mayweather
Summary: Answer to EntSTSlash
challenge, everyone dresses up for Trip's retro musical bash.
Note: This fanfic
includes m/m fluffy romantic and physical situations. Answer to the challenge to use
"Tripapallooza!" somewhere in a fic. Not in canon with anything else I've
done. No beta, just a little silliness!
Archive: Yes to those with previous permission and
want it, otherwise ask pretty please.
Feedback: Any positive suggestions, comments, or
questions are always welcome at Kipli16@yahoo.com.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns the universe. I
just live there.
"Trip, I've
never spoken poorly of you before, not even behind your back, but I just have
to say - this has to be *the* most stupid idea you've ever come up with."
"You just don't
want to wear the hat." Tucker
smirked as he finished adjusting what he called a retro punk-rock hat and what
Archer was sure was a hideous court jester's hat.
The Captain glared at
Tucker from under a halo of red and blue cotton spikes. "Damn right I don't want to wear the
hat. It makes me look ridiculous."
"It used to be
all the rage, Cap'n. Loosen up. This is supposed to be a party I'm throwin'."
Archer would have
complained further about his costume but Tucker looked just as outrageous as he
did. Other than the hat, Archer was
dressed in a ratty flannel shirt and baggy jeans with multiple holes and
patches. Tucker on the other hand wore a
see through fishnet T-shirt and tight jeans, topped off with a dog collar and a
huge hoop clip-on earring. Acher was sure their clothes could never have been in
style, certainly never all at the same time.
Only it was Tucker's party and it was his rules. Archer didn't quite mind the dog collar on
Tucker since it showed off the younger man's slim neck. He'd have to be sure Tucker kept it for later
use...
The door to the rec room opened and Archer struggled to keep a straight
face. A very pissed off and embarrassed
Reed was being corralled in by Mayweather.
They looked just as hideous as Tucker and himself. Reed was dressed in tight leather jacket and
pants with spiked hair going every which way.
Mayweather sported extremely baggy navy jogging pants and a skintight
white tank top, along with a baseball cap turned backwards and pulled off
center. Archer also spotted a few fake
tattoos now marking the darker man's arms.
"You guys look
great!" Tucker said, completely thrilled by their costumes.
"I feel like a bloody idiot," Reed growled as he fussed with his leather jacket.
Mayweather stilled
Reed's hands, keeping him from taking anything off. "Nice hat Captain." He suppressed a chuckle before leaning in to
whisper to Reed, "See, I told you, you wouldn't be the worst
dressed."
"I heard that
Ensign," Archer snapped good-naturedly before shooting Tucker a look. "I'm not wearing this thing."
"Aww come on, Jon."
Tucker did his best Porthos impression,
whimpering and batting his eyes for the greatest effect. "Do it fer
me?"
Archer sighed
heavily. "You owe me."
"Oh I'll make it
up to ya." Tucker grinned slyly
before going over to greet more arriving guests.
"So it wasn't
*you* who planted this idea into his head?" Reed asked.
"Absolutely
not. I tried to get the damn thing *out* of his
head for a month and I still couldn't stop him," Archer replied.
Mayweather reached
over to keep Reed from smoothing out his hair, putting an arm around the
shorter man to stop him from fidgeting.
"I think it's a good idea.
We needed an excuse to be a little silly."
"But what if
something happens? Can you just picture
a first contact in *these* clothes?"
"T'Pol can handle everything on the Bridge,
Lieutenant." Archer was surprised
to hear himself chide Reed. Perhaps Mayweather was right. Things had been dull for a while. They needed some fun.
"You boys look
happy." Sato smiled as she walked
up to them. The tattered pink prom dress
looked completely authentic. Her hair
was up but done in a haphazard style.
Fishnet pantyhose and white gloves with finger cut out completed the
outfit.
"Where did you
get that dress, Hoshi?" Mayweather asked, impressed.
"I managed to
find it in the back of my closet. It was
a Halloween costume of mine a few years ago." Sato glanced over their new looks. "Nice hair Malcolm."
Reed grumbled,
stepping away from Mayweather's reach and attempting to smooth his hair
down. "How long is this torture
supposed to last?"
"The
party? Probably a few hours at
least." Mayweather slapped
Reed's hands away from his hair before spiking back up what Reed had managed to
smooth out. "You promised you'd
behave yourself."
"I'm leaving in
two hours, whether the party is done with or not."
"Party
pooper." Mayweather smirked as Reed shot him another
look.
Archer chuckled. "I'm sure you'll feel more comfortable
as the night goes on."
"This from a man
in a clown hat," Reed muttered.
Sato coughed back a
laugh as Archer turned a shade redder.
"I'm sure Trip can find another hat for *you* too, if you like them
so much."
"You like the
hat, Malcolm?" Tucker asked as he returned to Archer's side. "I actually do have-"
"*No*
thank you, Trip. No need to go to any trouble for me."
"Oh, no
trouble." Tucker reached under one of the tables
holding authentic snacks and pulled out another hat, this one a medley of
yellow and orange spikes. "Here ya
go."
"Thanks
Commander," Mayweather answered before Reed could refuse, snatching the
hat and putting it on Reed. "Goes great with the leather."
"I'm going to
kill you Travis."
"Oh shut up and
have some fun, love." Mayweather
kissed Reed's blushing cheek as Tucker went to the middle of the crowd.
Shouting to be heard,
Tucker announced, "Welcome everyone to Tripapallooza! You better be in costume or I'll dress you up
myself. First up is a little Nirvana and
Madonna to get us into the spirit of things."
As the music started,
Archer watched Reed be dragged off to dance with Mayweather.
A moment later Tucker
found Archer again and leaned in close to be heard. "Things seem to be goin'
well so far. You really don't mind the
hat, do you?"
"No, I can
handle looking like an idiot for one night.
Just remember I expect to be paid back for this little
embarrassment." He tugged on
Tucker's dog collar suggestively.
Tucker grinned wide
before starting them toward the crowd of dancers. "Aye, Cap'n. But for now, let's bust a move."
END