Title: Trivial Interlude #3: Muses Rebel
Author: Kel
Pairing: It ain't like that, dawg
Rating: PGish for Language
Archive: Knock yourself out
Summary: The muses rebel
The Players: Me and the Menagerie (Clark, Lex, Whitney, and Lionel)
Notes: Thanks so much to Rogue who originally came up with Maggie (you'll see)
"What tore her away from the computer?"
"Vin Diesel."
"Dude, no way."
"Look for yourself, Whitney. She's in front of the TV on a purple beanbag watching 'The Fast & The Furious' for the umpteenth time. Clark's in there with her; seems they both have this *fixation* on bald men." *glares from all around* "What?"
"Never mind, son. You should have seen this one coming when she wrote you and Clark discussing that movie."
"Dad, you got me all wrong. I'm not complaining. If she's watching that movie, then she's not doing horrible things to you, to me, or to Whitney. Though I did hear tell of a possible costume party for Halloween."
"Lex, do you realize she's written fifty of these things? Fifty of them?"
"Yes, I realize that. And this is the third time we've tried to talk to her about it. But everyone *else* keeps encouraging her."
"Guys, I mean, it doesn't look like she needs that much encouragement. She gets off on doing them, and you know, that should be cool enough with us."
"Whitney... you haven't even gotten the action she promised you."
"Yeah, I have. Just not in this series."
"If you're--"
"Don't talk about spoilers, Lex. You know how she gets when people blow her storylines."
"That's just not what I'd call action."
"Uh oh." *poke*
"Hello, boys. I leave you alone for two bloody hours so I can go and watch pretty boys eyefucking each other over hot cars, and I end up having to drag my ass up off my beanbag to come in here and see what the raised voices are about. Not a happy Kel here, folks."
"Clark! You're supposed to distract her."
"Like she's stupid, Lex? When you raise your voice, it carries. I mean, you yell and God listens." *smack* "Ow!"
"Guys, it's like this. They're harmless. You and you get to have fun. You get to deal with the fish, and you get to wait until they come out. It's not that hard a concept to figure out. Supermope here figured it out after the second intervention."
"Supermope? I don't mope."
*choked snorts from Lex and Whitney*
"Yes, you do. And don't argue with the boss."
"That's right, Clark. Don't argue with the boss."
"You're not much better, O Bald and Brooding One."
*snorts from Lionel and Clark*
"I do not brood."
"I beg to differ."
*outright giggles*
"I am not Gambit. I do not sit on the roof of the mansion and brood."
"No, you do your brooding in front of the fireplace, usually with a drink in your hand. And don't bullshit me, Baldy. I know."
"That's right, Lex. Don't bullshit the boss."
"Don't get me started on you, Maggie."
*howling laughter*
"Maggie?"
"Yeah, Clark. Maggie. Short for Magnificient Bastard."
"You know that I truly despise that name."
"And you know better than to piss me off... Maggie."
"Dad, how... becoming." *snickering helplessly*
"Does anyone else have a problem? A nickname they wish aired? No? Good." *glare* "Why is it, out of all of you, Whitney is the only one who knows how to behave?"
"Because he's whipped."
"I am not whipped... am I, Kel?"
"Of course not, dear."
*guffaws*
End
Author: Kel
Pairing: It ain't like that, dawg
Rating: PGish for Language
Archive: Knock yourself out
Summary: The muses rebel
The Players: Me and the Menagerie (Clark, Lex, Whitney, and Lionel)
Notes: Thanks so much to Rogue who originally came up with Maggie (you'll see)
"What tore her away from the computer?"
"Vin Diesel."
"Dude, no way."
"Look for yourself, Whitney. She's in front of the TV on a purple beanbag watching 'The Fast & The Furious' for the umpteenth time. Clark's in there with her; seems they both have this *fixation* on bald men." *glares from all around* "What?"
"Never mind, son. You should have seen this one coming when she wrote you and Clark discussing that movie."
"Dad, you got me all wrong. I'm not complaining. If she's watching that movie, then she's not doing horrible things to you, to me, or to Whitney. Though I did hear tell of a possible costume party for Halloween."
"Lex, do you realize she's written fifty of these things? Fifty of them?"
"Yes, I realize that. And this is the third time we've tried to talk to her about it. But everyone *else* keeps encouraging her."
"Guys, I mean, it doesn't look like she needs that much encouragement. She gets off on doing them, and you know, that should be cool enough with us."
"Whitney... you haven't even gotten the action she promised you."
"Yeah, I have. Just not in this series."
"If you're--"
"Don't talk about spoilers, Lex. You know how she gets when people blow her storylines."
"That's just not what I'd call action."
"Uh oh." *poke*
"Hello, boys. I leave you alone for two bloody hours so I can go and watch pretty boys eyefucking each other over hot cars, and I end up having to drag my ass up off my beanbag to come in here and see what the raised voices are about. Not a happy Kel here, folks."
"Clark! You're supposed to distract her."
"Like she's stupid, Lex? When you raise your voice, it carries. I mean, you yell and God listens." *smack* "Ow!"
"Guys, it's like this. They're harmless. You and you get to have fun. You get to deal with the fish, and you get to wait until they come out. It's not that hard a concept to figure out. Supermope here figured it out after the second intervention."
"Supermope? I don't mope."
*choked snorts from Lex and Whitney*
"Yes, you do. And don't argue with the boss."
"That's right, Clark. Don't argue with the boss."
"You're not much better, O Bald and Brooding One."
*snorts from Lionel and Clark*
"I do not brood."
"I beg to differ."
*outright giggles*
"I am not Gambit. I do not sit on the roof of the mansion and brood."
"No, you do your brooding in front of the fireplace, usually with a drink in your hand. And don't bullshit me, Baldy. I know."
"That's right, Lex. Don't bullshit the boss."
"Don't get me started on you, Maggie."
*howling laughter*
"Maggie?"
"Yeah, Clark. Maggie. Short for Magnificient Bastard."
"You know that I truly despise that name."
"And you know better than to piss me off... Maggie."
"Dad, how... becoming." *snickering helplessly*
"Does anyone else have a problem? A nickname they wish aired? No? Good." *glare* "Why is it, out of all of you, Whitney is the only one who knows how to behave?"
"Because he's whipped."
"I am not whipped... am I, Kel?"
"Of course not, dear."
*guffaws*
End