* Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story besides myself and erin owns herself, i believe. The rest of this mainly belongs to the creators of the Lost Boys, Sean Connery, Bill and Ted's, and whoever else is mentioned. A/N- thanks for the reviews, i'm gettin' funky. a few things, when we wrote this, we forgot Lucy's name and thus replaced Lucy with Kathie Lee Gifford, and the thing about Michael and Sam being from San Dimas (the town from Bill and Ted's) will make sense later. Zany Brainy is a crappy toystore in the local strip mall, by the way. Just clearin' that up, yo! By the way, has anyone else noticed that Dwayne never talks and that he's a little too close with Laddie?*
(Michael has just taken a sip of the blood. He promptly begins to chug it. David sees this and struggles to free the bottle from Michael's hands.)
David: I think you've had enough, Michael.
Michael (obviously intoxicated, swatting at David): I'll tell you when I've had enough, sir dude sir... dude.
Bill (narrowing his eyes and walking towards Michael): Dude, that's totally my line... you're totally going to pay for that, you razor-scootered dickweed!
Ted (holding Bill back): Let him go, Bill... let him go.
Bill: You're most triumphantly right, Ted.
(Bill and Ted start to air guitar, followed by a celebratory frenzy induced by Michael drinking the blood and joining the menacing scooter gang. David puts on a hospital gown and sits down in a wheel chair, he directs his attention toward Marko.)
David: Gimme a ride, Marko!
Marko (lovingly): I'll always give you a ride, David. (Marko giggles and blushes, as he acts flirtaciously towards the leader of the group. Marko's actions cause Alya to become uncomfortable and forlorn. She gazes over at Dwayne, as if to say "hey, bitch, I'm in need of some loving".)
Alya: Hey, big boy...
(Dwayne backs away, motioning to the needy whore that he loves Laddie and Laddie alone. Laddie, in response to that mime, whimpers and tries to escape Dwayne's grasp, but alas, he can't.)
Alya: Ah, damnit.
Laddie: Please... I don't like this...
(The party continues. Paul is prancing about and stripping, Marko is pushing David around in a wheelchair, Michael is passed out on a bed, Alya is gazing lovingly at the poster of Jim Morrison, Erin is dying and rebuzzing her hair, Bill and Ted are still air-guitaring, with the occasional outburst of "Wyld Stallyons rule!", Star is watching from behind a curtain for no apparent reason, Dwayne is doing a series of mime movements, and little Laddie is passed out next to Michael.)
Erin: It's lotion time!
*yes, short and confusing... i'll write something longer next time.*
(Michael has just taken a sip of the blood. He promptly begins to chug it. David sees this and struggles to free the bottle from Michael's hands.)
David: I think you've had enough, Michael.
Michael (obviously intoxicated, swatting at David): I'll tell you when I've had enough, sir dude sir... dude.
Bill (narrowing his eyes and walking towards Michael): Dude, that's totally my line... you're totally going to pay for that, you razor-scootered dickweed!
Ted (holding Bill back): Let him go, Bill... let him go.
Bill: You're most triumphantly right, Ted.
(Bill and Ted start to air guitar, followed by a celebratory frenzy induced by Michael drinking the blood and joining the menacing scooter gang. David puts on a hospital gown and sits down in a wheel chair, he directs his attention toward Marko.)
David: Gimme a ride, Marko!
Marko (lovingly): I'll always give you a ride, David. (Marko giggles and blushes, as he acts flirtaciously towards the leader of the group. Marko's actions cause Alya to become uncomfortable and forlorn. She gazes over at Dwayne, as if to say "hey, bitch, I'm in need of some loving".)
Alya: Hey, big boy...
(Dwayne backs away, motioning to the needy whore that he loves Laddie and Laddie alone. Laddie, in response to that mime, whimpers and tries to escape Dwayne's grasp, but alas, he can't.)
Alya: Ah, damnit.
Laddie: Please... I don't like this...
(The party continues. Paul is prancing about and stripping, Marko is pushing David around in a wheelchair, Michael is passed out on a bed, Alya is gazing lovingly at the poster of Jim Morrison, Erin is dying and rebuzzing her hair, Bill and Ted are still air-guitaring, with the occasional outburst of "Wyld Stallyons rule!", Star is watching from behind a curtain for no apparent reason, Dwayne is doing a series of mime movements, and little Laddie is passed out next to Michael.)
Erin: It's lotion time!
*yes, short and confusing... i'll write something longer next time.*