Band of Brotherhoodies 4.
Disclaimer: Why are care taker and care giver the same thing?
Note: ASGT knows NOTHING of sororities.
Review Responses:
Rogue77- I want to know how too. I had lots of fun writing Lance's story.
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"So you mean to tell us that you didn't get paid at all?" Wanda asked, glaring at Lacne.
"Erum... Yes?" Lance winced.
"Man, I could do such a better job than you," Pietro said, grinning.
"At what job?" Todd asked, looking at Pietro, almost challenging him.
"Well, it just so happens that the Slice of Heaven Pizzaria has an opening for pizza delivery boy," Wanda smirked. "I hope you don't mind if I signed you up." Pietro looked flabbergasted.
"Cheap stab at my name!" Pietro frowned. "Quicksilver is another name for mercury, and Mercury was the Greek, or was it Roman? Well, whatever god it was, had wings on his feet, and on his head," Pietro gestured to his super- kinky-gelled-antennas.
"Oh, my apologies," Wanda said, her voice dripping with sarcasum. "You start tonight," With that, Wanda left the room, her hips swaying. Three of the four boys in the room stared after her hungrily.
"You thre—Wait a second! Three! Lance! Have you abandoned all hope and reason as to falling for MY SISTER?" Pietro asked, grabbing Lance and shaking him profoundly.
"Um... Pretty girl--- I mean, no, not at all," Lance said, looking around nervously, not wanting to face the wrath of Pietro.
"Good," Pietro said, leaving the room. Lance, John and Todd all collapsed into laughter.
"He bought it!" Lance said, grinning.
"Pay up!" John said, holding out his hand. Todd reached into his pocket grudgingly and pulling out a twenty dollar bill. John took it and examined it, finding what he was looking for, he turned to Todd angrily.
"You stole it! From me!"
"How do you know?" Todd asked, knowing full well what had actually happened.
"The number! On my twenty it was 5525486148, on this one it's 55254861...4...6... Argh!" John said quite annoyed, having his logic unlogicized.
"Where did you get that money?" Lance asked.
"Oh... Um... Hehe..." With that, Lance launched himself at the amphibian.
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"Okay, got it! Good! Be there in... Oh... Fifteen minutes?" Pietro guessed, putting down the phone at Slice of Heaven. "Hey! One order of cheese!" He yelled at the pizza maker, and whipped down to the mens room to check his complexion.
"Pizza grease! All over my face! Dear god! Is there no mercy left?" Pietro asked, whipping out his Clean and Clear oil absorbing sheets. A few seconds later, he was out of the room, and waiting anxiously for the pizza. The phone rang again.
~
Ten minutes later, Pietro had promised to deliver a bunch of pizzas to a bunch of a sorority. Pietro, abandoning the cheese pizza order of ten minutes ago, grabbed all the pizzas he could and walked off to the sorority, anxious to see these lovely ladies. So, he was running down the street with the pizzas when he came to the house. Delta Gamma. He rang the doorbell and a blond woman opened up.
"Ooh! Hey sexy!" She chided.
"I'm here with th—You're not to bad looking yourself," Pietro said, instantly forgetting his job as he was locked on to her tanktop and skimpy underwear she was wearing.
"Come on in! Me and the pledgies were having a pillow fight!" She giggled. Pietro walked in the door, seeing about 15 girls all wearing various forms of underwear and pajamas with pillows in their arms. He dropped the pizzas down.
"Oh, I'm Alison by the way," She said, smiling. "And this is Tessa," She gestured to a girl with black hair, "Betsy," She gestured to an Asian looking girl with purple hair. "Lorna," She pointed at a girl with green and black streaked hair. "And Emma," She gestured to a girl with platinum blond hair.
"I'm Pietro, and I'm in heaven," Pietro breathed.
"Good to know, luv," Betsy said in a British accent, snaking an arm around Pietro's waist.
"Why's such a hottie like you doing delivering pizzas?" Lorna asked.
"Well, I, I, I'm starting a band with my friends, and we needed some funds," He began.
"Ooh! A band!" Betsy giggled, smiling, inches from his face, as the gap closed, he could smell the alcohol on her breath.
"I love men in bands," Emma cooed, leaning down to pick up the pizza's Pietro had brought, giving Pietro a generous view.
"Hey," A new voice said from the door, walking in. "Don't forget me."
"Oh, sorry, JM," Alison said, looking at the new girl, also with black hair. "This is Jeanne-Marie," Alison gestured to her and Jeanne-Marie waved. "She's Canadian," She whispered to Pietro.
"She drunk too?" Pietro asked.
"Aren't we all?" Tessa asked, cocking her head to the side. "Emma got us the stuff!"
"British charms," Both she and Betsy said together, laughing.
"And some other things..." Pietro said. "Heey! Those are my pants! Okay! We can take them off!" He said, grinning like a fool.
"All right! I'm sorry, I've gotta call this pillow fight off! Pledgies! You get the night off!" Alison called as quite a few of the girls ploughed upstairs. "AND DON'T COME DOWN UNTILL NOON!" She yelled after them, some light flickering in strange patterns across the room.
"Now, where were we?" JM asked, approaching Pietro.
~
Pietro woke up the next morning in a strange place. With five other bodies on a pullout couch. Five other naked bodies.
"Kinky," Pietro whispered.
"Whaaaa?" One of the girls, who he recognized as Betsy said, waking up.
"CRAP! I forgot! I had to get back to work! They're gonna kill me! Wanda's gonna kill me!"
"Wanda?" Betsy asked, sitting up right, and sounding slightly menacing..
"My sister."
"Good," Betsy growled.
"Well, thanks for the great night girls! I've gotta run!" Pietro ran around the room, left his phone number on the wall and dashed out of the house after putting on his pants.
~
"YOUR FIRED!"
"WHAT?" Pietro yelled. "HOW CAN I BE FIRED? I GOT DISTRACTED!"
"YOU SPENT THE NIGHT AT A SORORITY! DIDN'T COME BACK! AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF, THEY DIDN'T PAY US FOR THE PIZZA!" The pizza man roared at Pietro.
"WELL YOU KNOW WHAT? I QUIT!" Pietro roared back.
"YOU CAN'T QUIT! WE JUST FIRED YOU!"
"YEAH, WELL I QUIT FIRST! AND I'M TAKING THE HAT!" Pietro yelled, running out of the door.
~
"YOU WERE FIRED?!?" Wanda yelled.
"Lemme explain!" Pietro said, as he began explaining.
"YOU SLEPT WITH A SORORITY?" Wanda yelled louder.
"AND DIDN'T TELL US? I'M ASHAMED!" John yelled at equal volume.
"Yeah, well, um..." Just then the phone ran and Pietro ran to get it. "Ah! It's you girls! I'd love to come over! Yep! All right!" With that, Pietro was out the door.
"I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him."
Disclaimer: Why are care taker and care giver the same thing?
Note: ASGT knows NOTHING of sororities.
Review Responses:
Rogue77- I want to know how too. I had lots of fun writing Lance's story.
~
"So you mean to tell us that you didn't get paid at all?" Wanda asked, glaring at Lacne.
"Erum... Yes?" Lance winced.
"Man, I could do such a better job than you," Pietro said, grinning.
"At what job?" Todd asked, looking at Pietro, almost challenging him.
"Well, it just so happens that the Slice of Heaven Pizzaria has an opening for pizza delivery boy," Wanda smirked. "I hope you don't mind if I signed you up." Pietro looked flabbergasted.
"Cheap stab at my name!" Pietro frowned. "Quicksilver is another name for mercury, and Mercury was the Greek, or was it Roman? Well, whatever god it was, had wings on his feet, and on his head," Pietro gestured to his super- kinky-gelled-antennas.
"Oh, my apologies," Wanda said, her voice dripping with sarcasum. "You start tonight," With that, Wanda left the room, her hips swaying. Three of the four boys in the room stared after her hungrily.
"You thre—Wait a second! Three! Lance! Have you abandoned all hope and reason as to falling for MY SISTER?" Pietro asked, grabbing Lance and shaking him profoundly.
"Um... Pretty girl--- I mean, no, not at all," Lance said, looking around nervously, not wanting to face the wrath of Pietro.
"Good," Pietro said, leaving the room. Lance, John and Todd all collapsed into laughter.
"He bought it!" Lance said, grinning.
"Pay up!" John said, holding out his hand. Todd reached into his pocket grudgingly and pulling out a twenty dollar bill. John took it and examined it, finding what he was looking for, he turned to Todd angrily.
"You stole it! From me!"
"How do you know?" Todd asked, knowing full well what had actually happened.
"The number! On my twenty it was 5525486148, on this one it's 55254861...4...6... Argh!" John said quite annoyed, having his logic unlogicized.
"Where did you get that money?" Lance asked.
"Oh... Um... Hehe..." With that, Lance launched himself at the amphibian.
~
"Okay, got it! Good! Be there in... Oh... Fifteen minutes?" Pietro guessed, putting down the phone at Slice of Heaven. "Hey! One order of cheese!" He yelled at the pizza maker, and whipped down to the mens room to check his complexion.
"Pizza grease! All over my face! Dear god! Is there no mercy left?" Pietro asked, whipping out his Clean and Clear oil absorbing sheets. A few seconds later, he was out of the room, and waiting anxiously for the pizza. The phone rang again.
~
Ten minutes later, Pietro had promised to deliver a bunch of pizzas to a bunch of a sorority. Pietro, abandoning the cheese pizza order of ten minutes ago, grabbed all the pizzas he could and walked off to the sorority, anxious to see these lovely ladies. So, he was running down the street with the pizzas when he came to the house. Delta Gamma. He rang the doorbell and a blond woman opened up.
"Ooh! Hey sexy!" She chided.
"I'm here with th—You're not to bad looking yourself," Pietro said, instantly forgetting his job as he was locked on to her tanktop and skimpy underwear she was wearing.
"Come on in! Me and the pledgies were having a pillow fight!" She giggled. Pietro walked in the door, seeing about 15 girls all wearing various forms of underwear and pajamas with pillows in their arms. He dropped the pizzas down.
"Oh, I'm Alison by the way," She said, smiling. "And this is Tessa," She gestured to a girl with black hair, "Betsy," She gestured to an Asian looking girl with purple hair. "Lorna," She pointed at a girl with green and black streaked hair. "And Emma," She gestured to a girl with platinum blond hair.
"I'm Pietro, and I'm in heaven," Pietro breathed.
"Good to know, luv," Betsy said in a British accent, snaking an arm around Pietro's waist.
"Why's such a hottie like you doing delivering pizzas?" Lorna asked.
"Well, I, I, I'm starting a band with my friends, and we needed some funds," He began.
"Ooh! A band!" Betsy giggled, smiling, inches from his face, as the gap closed, he could smell the alcohol on her breath.
"I love men in bands," Emma cooed, leaning down to pick up the pizza's Pietro had brought, giving Pietro a generous view.
"Hey," A new voice said from the door, walking in. "Don't forget me."
"Oh, sorry, JM," Alison said, looking at the new girl, also with black hair. "This is Jeanne-Marie," Alison gestured to her and Jeanne-Marie waved. "She's Canadian," She whispered to Pietro.
"She drunk too?" Pietro asked.
"Aren't we all?" Tessa asked, cocking her head to the side. "Emma got us the stuff!"
"British charms," Both she and Betsy said together, laughing.
"And some other things..." Pietro said. "Heey! Those are my pants! Okay! We can take them off!" He said, grinning like a fool.
"All right! I'm sorry, I've gotta call this pillow fight off! Pledgies! You get the night off!" Alison called as quite a few of the girls ploughed upstairs. "AND DON'T COME DOWN UNTILL NOON!" She yelled after them, some light flickering in strange patterns across the room.
"Now, where were we?" JM asked, approaching Pietro.
~
Pietro woke up the next morning in a strange place. With five other bodies on a pullout couch. Five other naked bodies.
"Kinky," Pietro whispered.
"Whaaaa?" One of the girls, who he recognized as Betsy said, waking up.
"CRAP! I forgot! I had to get back to work! They're gonna kill me! Wanda's gonna kill me!"
"Wanda?" Betsy asked, sitting up right, and sounding slightly menacing..
"My sister."
"Good," Betsy growled.
"Well, thanks for the great night girls! I've gotta run!" Pietro ran around the room, left his phone number on the wall and dashed out of the house after putting on his pants.
~
"YOUR FIRED!"
"WHAT?" Pietro yelled. "HOW CAN I BE FIRED? I GOT DISTRACTED!"
"YOU SPENT THE NIGHT AT A SORORITY! DIDN'T COME BACK! AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF, THEY DIDN'T PAY US FOR THE PIZZA!" The pizza man roared at Pietro.
"WELL YOU KNOW WHAT? I QUIT!" Pietro roared back.
"YOU CAN'T QUIT! WE JUST FIRED YOU!"
"YEAH, WELL I QUIT FIRST! AND I'M TAKING THE HAT!" Pietro yelled, running out of the door.
~
"YOU WERE FIRED?!?" Wanda yelled.
"Lemme explain!" Pietro said, as he began explaining.
"YOU SLEPT WITH A SORORITY?" Wanda yelled louder.
"AND DIDN'T TELL US? I'M ASHAMED!" John yelled at equal volume.
"Yeah, well, um..." Just then the phone ran and Pietro ran to get it. "Ah! It's you girls! I'd love to come over! Yep! All right!" With that, Pietro was out the door.
"I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him."