Rocco: Is it dead?
Me: Yes.
...have I used that bit before? I don't remember...
Stemmed from:
Puppet: "Hey, remember 'A Murder of Leaves'?"
Me: "Oh yeah…whatever happened to that story?"
Puppet: "You turned into one of those douchey ungrateful writers who loses interest in themselves…go check your email"
Me: "I got a message from my wife like a month ago…now I feel bad…quick! Gimme a prompt!"
Disclaimer: If I owned anything I gave up privilages to it months ago.
Prompt: The Walking Dead, a couch, excitement
Dedication: Cybale, because your review broke my heart.
Sean was staring at the clock, willing it to go slower yet faster at the same time. He was running late on a very important schedule tonight and if he missed it he'd never forgive himself, and neither would Tony for that matter. He wanted the time to pass so he could just go home and leave but at the same time, if time went to quickly he could lose track of time.
Eventually he just gave up on attempting to will time and space to his personal uses and decided to try his luck with Melissa, his manager and resident lazy ass who would either totally feel his pain and let him go in a heartbeat or be too lazy to have to pick up his slack from not being there and make him stay his entire shift as he was standing around leaning against the counters and cleaning the same cooler he'd cleaned four times in the last six minutes.
"Mel, can I get out a little early? I stayed four hours late yesterday covering for Amanda and I really need to catch up on my sleep and everything…and I haven't been spending much time with Tony lately...and I'd really appreciate if—" Sean stated, walking over to his manager who abruptly interrupted him.
"Just go, it's slow anyway…" she stated waving him off and an unusually excited smile broke out on his face.
"Sweet…thanks Mel…Can I go now?" he asked, eager as hell to get home.
"Is your station clean?" she asked, looking over the area nonchalantly.
"Yes, it has been for the last hour!" he stated, handing her his ID card so she could retrieve his credit card tips and thus pull his till.
"Alright…calm down, spaz…I haven't seen you get this excited over something in months…you gonna get laid or something?" she asked, rolling her eyes.
"Better, much better." He stated, she raised her eyebrows but didn't want to ask and he checked one last time if he was good to go before clocking out, taking off his apron, and going out to his car in less time than it took for the other employees to say their nightly goodbyes to him.
As he walked through the door he was met with one of his favorite sights, Tony curled up on the couch, a bowl of popcorn sitting on his lap and a ratty blanket over his legs, "Sean! You're home just in time! The little timer on the top corner of the screen is at like two minutes!" he stated, pointing a buttery finger at the small white letters on the television.
"Melissa let me go early, thank God, there was no way I'm missing a seven hour 'Walking Dead' marathon. Things like this don't happen often…" he grinned and placed a kiss on his boyfriend's lips, tasting the salt and taking a handful for himself. And so they sat for seven hours, well, actually only for four before Tony had passed out. He knew Tony would be upset if he missed the season finale so Sean set the DVR and turned off the television. Carrying his boyfriend into the bedroom and passing out, dreaming of hot guys taking zombie heads off with axes.
Yeah, I've gotten rusty, I know. But I haven't written a single fanfic since the last chapter of this. Oops.