By shadows/of/flame
Fic challenge from Filthy Animal on LJ. The criteria:
- Jak must walk around in his boxers for at least a small part
- Torn needs to be drunk, or in the process of
- Errol must admit his homosexuality
- Torn cannot be homosexual/bisexual. Having him molested unwillingly is ok.
- Ashelin must comfort Torn
- Jak needs to hit on Keira
Really OOC, enjoy!
Torn could not believe his poor, blue eyes.
His eyes were trying to get his brain to delete the horrible image of Jak walking around with nothing but his boxers on out of his head.
As the tattooed wonder had not yet discovered, drinking his way into oblivion didn't exactly help either.
It was another cold night at the Naughty Ottsel, rain pouring down outside, and Keira was trying not to stare at Jak's bare chest.
Which was a hard task, really, since prancing around in your boxers like a little girl DOES draw attention.
A hover pulled up outside the Ottsel, and a few minutes later a rain-drenched Ashelin walked in.
The red-head looked around, and saw many disturbing things at once.
Torn was sitting at the bar, drowning himself in alcohol.
"Good luck with that drowning business..." she heard Daxter mutter.
The thing that disturbed her the most was when she turned around and saw Jak, in bright pink love heart boxers, hitting on Keira.
And the the green haired mechanic made no signs of disliking Jak's dance in any way.
"Get a room!" Ashelin groaned incoherently at the couple, and made for the bar where Daxter was serving her brunette friend.
She sat dully beside Torn, trying to ignore his solemn mood.
"Why are you moping?" Ashelin asked, trying to comfort her friend in his time of grief.
"Doesn't Jak walking around in his boxers in ANY way disturb you?" Torn groaned, all of his words slurring. "Especially since they are bright pink with HEARTS."
"Don't you think you've had enough to drink?" Ashelin demanded, snatching the bottle away from the ex KG commander.
Torn glared at her, and she swore daggers flew out of his eyes at that moment.
Which if they did actually fly out of his eyes, his aim was completely off.
"Never. Ever. Seperate a man from his drink." he said in his 'obey-me-or-I-shall-bake-your-intestines' voice.
Ashelin gave him back his drink, afraid of what her punishment would most likely be.
'At the least no intestines...' she pondered to herself.
So she just settled for patting him on the back, or occasionally rubbing it, depending on how much drunker Torn was getting.
Eventually, in the middle of Jak doing a strip dance for Keira (not like he had many more clothes to lose) Erol bounded, yes, I said bounded into the bar, with a very happy Praxis bouncing in after him.
(he's alive for a purpose, then he can die again.)
"Go awwwaaay!" Jak muttered, his appetite for stripping right down to nothing in front of his friends gone.
But for some reason, Erol and Praxis were both beaming happily... and wearing pink tutus.
Erol hugged everyone in the room, as well as Torn, who later sued him for molestation.
"Heya everyone! Today is a great day! A day where me and the Baron celebrate our relationship! By singing the Care Bear song!"
Torn's eyes widened in shock, and all he could do was watch in horror as the two pink tutu'd people started dancing and singing to Care Bears.
"The Care Bear song? They are definitely gay..."
