Title: Working man.
Author: Angel Reid
Summary: Richie has a job; Virgil finds it funny.
Spoilers: To you people? Not really.
Rating: pg-13. Lots of swearing.
Warnings: Swearing and slash. The usual.
Disclaimer: **holds up picture of stick figure Angel drawn on dry erase board.** This is me. **Erases it and draws Stick- Angel squashed under the weight of a lawsuit** This is me claiming to own Static Shock. Understand, my children?
Distribution: Ask and ye shall receive. Will be on my ff.net account, too.
A/N: (optional) I hate my work uniform. Richie should, too. I'm convinced my hat WILL eat me in my sleep, and my friend Ashley is the Hat's Spy....**shifty eyes** This was our exact conversation. I swear. XD
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"This is so not funny, Virgil. This hat is evil."
Virgil sat perched on the edge of Richie's bed, eyeing the blond while trying not to laugh too hard. The over sized white button up shirt hung loosely on the thin teen., and the black pants did less to flatter him. But the cause of Virgil giggling like a school girl would have had to of been the black hat Richie held, poised to place on his head.
"It's not that evil, Rich. Look, it's cute. It looks pretty good on you."
Richie's eyes narrowed as he placed the hat on his head. He'd gotten a job at the local golf course, mainly because it was close to his home and the school. The hat, and the uniform, had come with the job, and while Richie hated it, Virgil found it highly amusing.
"It can't look good on me, because it makes me look fat."
Virgil rolled his eyes, standing up, stretching, and plucking the hat from Richie's head. Placing it on his own, he went to stand before the full length mirror in Richie's closet. Turning to the side, he tossed a glance at Richie, smirking.
"What are you, Daisy? You're almost as bad as she is, going on about being fat. You're not fat, not even close. You've got muscle, sure, but that's not fat. I'd know if it were fat."
And so he would; he spent more time memorizing Richie's body then the blond himself. He knew every muscle, every crease. Richie didn't mind; those were the things that made it okay to be overly worried if one of them were more then an hour late to a meeting. Of course, while Virgil would not admit to their secret relation, Richie wished he could tell the world. As long as the world didn't make him wear the stupid hat, he'd be fine.
"Fine, I'm not fat. This stupid fucking outfit just makes me LOOK it. And I don't DO hats. They look bad on me, horribly bad."
Virgil sat back down on the bed, pulling the hat backwards on his head. Stretching out, he peered over at Richie, trying not to laugh again at the sour look on his friends face.
"Oh, come on, Richie. It's not that bad; just think of the money!"
"I don't see how money compensates for me wearing that hat, V."
"And I don't see why you're complaining over a hat!"
"It's the embodiment of all evil! Can't you see that? Just look at it...it wants to eat me while I'm sleeping."
Virgil stared at Richie for a moment, then burst into laughter. Grabbing Richie's shirt, he pulled the other teen onto the bed with him. Richie fell on top of Virgil, and the darker teen smirked up at the blond.
"Fancy that, the hat's not alone."
Richie turned red. Virgil didn't understand that the hat was evil. Because it was; the hat was more evil then...well, anything they'd ever fought. Although he did like the effect that the hat was having on Virgil.
"That's not what I meant and you...wait a sec...your in league with the hat, aren't you? You're a spy for the hat!"
Virgil burst into laughter.
"You caught me! I'm a spy. Whatever should you do?"
Richie grinned, pinning Virgil to the bed with one swift movement.
"..would rape, in any way, teach you the evils of the hat?"
Virgil laughed, leaning up to kiss Richie.
"Might help to repent me. The hat's not that evil, though. Seriously. It looks cute."
Richie rolled his eyes. This was one argument Virgil wouldn't drop, it seemed.
"Fine, fine. But I still don't like it."
Virgil grinned.
"No one said you had to, Rich."
Author: Angel Reid
Summary: Richie has a job; Virgil finds it funny.
Spoilers: To you people? Not really.
Rating: pg-13. Lots of swearing.
Warnings: Swearing and slash. The usual.
Disclaimer: **holds up picture of stick figure Angel drawn on dry erase board.** This is me. **Erases it and draws Stick- Angel squashed under the weight of a lawsuit** This is me claiming to own Static Shock. Understand, my children?
Distribution: Ask and ye shall receive. Will be on my ff.net account, too.
A/N: (optional) I hate my work uniform. Richie should, too. I'm convinced my hat WILL eat me in my sleep, and my friend Ashley is the Hat's Spy....**shifty eyes** This was our exact conversation. I swear. XD
~*~*~*~*~
"This is so not funny, Virgil. This hat is evil."
Virgil sat perched on the edge of Richie's bed, eyeing the blond while trying not to laugh too hard. The over sized white button up shirt hung loosely on the thin teen., and the black pants did less to flatter him. But the cause of Virgil giggling like a school girl would have had to of been the black hat Richie held, poised to place on his head.
"It's not that evil, Rich. Look, it's cute. It looks pretty good on you."
Richie's eyes narrowed as he placed the hat on his head. He'd gotten a job at the local golf course, mainly because it was close to his home and the school. The hat, and the uniform, had come with the job, and while Richie hated it, Virgil found it highly amusing.
"It can't look good on me, because it makes me look fat."
Virgil rolled his eyes, standing up, stretching, and plucking the hat from Richie's head. Placing it on his own, he went to stand before the full length mirror in Richie's closet. Turning to the side, he tossed a glance at Richie, smirking.
"What are you, Daisy? You're almost as bad as she is, going on about being fat. You're not fat, not even close. You've got muscle, sure, but that's not fat. I'd know if it were fat."
And so he would; he spent more time memorizing Richie's body then the blond himself. He knew every muscle, every crease. Richie didn't mind; those were the things that made it okay to be overly worried if one of them were more then an hour late to a meeting. Of course, while Virgil would not admit to their secret relation, Richie wished he could tell the world. As long as the world didn't make him wear the stupid hat, he'd be fine.
"Fine, I'm not fat. This stupid fucking outfit just makes me LOOK it. And I don't DO hats. They look bad on me, horribly bad."
Virgil sat back down on the bed, pulling the hat backwards on his head. Stretching out, he peered over at Richie, trying not to laugh again at the sour look on his friends face.
"Oh, come on, Richie. It's not that bad; just think of the money!"
"I don't see how money compensates for me wearing that hat, V."
"And I don't see why you're complaining over a hat!"
"It's the embodiment of all evil! Can't you see that? Just look at it...it wants to eat me while I'm sleeping."
Virgil stared at Richie for a moment, then burst into laughter. Grabbing Richie's shirt, he pulled the other teen onto the bed with him. Richie fell on top of Virgil, and the darker teen smirked up at the blond.
"Fancy that, the hat's not alone."
Richie turned red. Virgil didn't understand that the hat was evil. Because it was; the hat was more evil then...well, anything they'd ever fought. Although he did like the effect that the hat was having on Virgil.
"That's not what I meant and you...wait a sec...your in league with the hat, aren't you? You're a spy for the hat!"
Virgil burst into laughter.
"You caught me! I'm a spy. Whatever should you do?"
Richie grinned, pinning Virgil to the bed with one swift movement.
"..would rape, in any way, teach you the evils of the hat?"
Virgil laughed, leaning up to kiss Richie.
"Might help to repent me. The hat's not that evil, though. Seriously. It looks cute."
Richie rolled his eyes. This was one argument Virgil wouldn't drop, it seemed.
"Fine, fine. But I still don't like it."
Virgil grinned.
"No one said you had to, Rich."