Chris / ??

[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

You have Chris, and any one other person, a bottle of water, a pair of sunglasses and a window. And a narrator, who's outside the window and can't hear anything.

So, what do you do?

please and thank you!

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[my-writez.livejournal.com]

Okay, so the narrator's not exactly outside the window, but still:

Joey pulled into the far end of the parking lot, far away from anyone else. He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to get out, but something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Turning towards his passenger side window, Joey saw Chris, standing with his back to him, and Justin, leaning against his car. They seemed to be having quite a heated discussion.

Moving over to the passenger seat, Joey pressed his face against the tinted window and tried to figure out what was going on.

Justin waved his arms emphatically; he seemed to be pleading with Chris, if the panic-stricken look on his face was any indication. In his left hand he held a pair of sunglasses. Chris’ gaudy shades- silver frames with night-vision green half-sphere lenses that gave him a bug-like appearance as silvery flecks reflected off the lenses when the bright Orlando sun hit them. Justin stood in front of his beloved Benz, poised, ready to defend it all at costs.

Joey couldn’t see Chris’ face, but he imagined it had an evil smirk spread across it. Because in his hand, Chris held a water bottle. But if Joey knew anything about Chris, it was that the bottle was not filled with water. It was filled with Sprite. The bubbly carbonated beverage that was guaranteed to leave a sticky coat wherever it spilled.

Justin said something, but Joey was never very good at reading lips. Chris, seeming to admit defeat in whatever conflict they were having, sagged his shoulders and slowly trudged around Justin’s car towards his own. Justin relaxed as he turned to watch Chris go.

Suddenly, the older man rushed back towards Justin’s vehicle, and held the water battle, without the lid, over the leather seats of the convertible. His eyes glinted impishly, taunting Justin, saying I dare you to make another move.

Though his back was now to Joey, Joey could see Justin’s shoulders tense once again.

For a few moments, neither of the men moved. Chris spoke, and though Joey didn’t know what he said, he could tell that it was spoken in the calm, deep (well, for Chris, anyway) tone that he got when he meant business.

Joey leaned against the door, trying to maneuver himself so he could see what happened next.

Instantaneously, Justin and Chris reached over the leather seats towards each other, one empty hand outstretched, the other holding one of the two items in question. It looked like a tradeoff of some sort was going to take place.

Joey pushed himself further against the passenger side door, never taking his eyes away from the hands that were now inches apart when…

Justin jumped at the sound of someone falling out of a car behind him. Sprite overflowed onto his hand and dripped down his arm, but fortunately he had pulled back far enough so that his Benz went unscathed.

He looked up to see Chris smirking.

“Hey J. Looks like we had a witness to the sunglasses hostage situation.”

Justin turned around to see Joey standing back up, smiling sheepishly, and wiping himself off before closing the door he had just fallen out of.

“You do know that if he testifies in court that it’ll be in my favor, right?”

“Shut up, Chris. You knew I wasn’t gonna run over those stupid sunglasses, alright? And besides, you’d end up paying me higher damage costs to replace these leather seats if you dumped that Sprite all over them, anyway.”

“Sure J, whatever you say.”

[epicflailer.livejournal.com]

*giggles* much love for scheming!chris and nosy!joey and diva!justin with the car! and the glasses! i love how you made the scene more interesting because you wrote from joey's pov. the lack of dialogue could have been boring, but you pulled it off really well. awesome work.

[my-writez.livejournal.com]

Why, thank you!

[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

Hee - very cool indeed - and Joey peering though the windows of his car is a great mental image. Thank you!

[my-writez.livejournal.com]

You're quite welcome!

[pensnest]

The first one's such fun, but I had this notion, so.

Florida sunshine warm on my arms. Green freshness, no sharp city odors of gasoline and garbage. Peaceful out here. A rare car passes, but muted by trees and the heavy air. I could just lie here by the pool and think of nothing.

Except that I want a drink. And Chris is in one of his moods.

I think I can sneak into the kitchen without being spotted. Don't want to have to deal with Chris right now. Too much like work, and it's so good being lazy out here.

Best check there's no-one—damn. Chris is in there. Don't think he noticed me, he's wearing those hideous sunglasses (in the house!) so I can't be certain, but he's mostly in profile, not looking this way. I can see that sulky pout, and from the way his arms are folded and he's sitting slumped on that stool it's obvious he isn't in the mood for company. And I really don't want to deal with him. I mean, sure, I love him, but just, no. Why did we even come over to his house, when he's like this?

There's a bottle of water in the refrigerator, I know there is, but is it worth it? Can I get in and out without having to have a conversation?

Oh—he said something. Did he see me? Can I pretend I didn't notice him?

No, it's okay, he wasn't talking to me. Looks like there's someone... yes, it's Joey. Doesn't look like he's getting very far, if he's trying to get Chris to cheer up and be fit for company.

It's weird, watching them, knowing they haven't seen me. Joe's such a teddybear, he's trying so hard, and Chris just sits there stonewalling.

Joe's reaching forward now—watch it, Joey, you'll get bit—taking off those awful sunglasses. Putting them down on the kitchen counter. Chris is looking up at him... that's kinda odd. Not quite the expression I was expecting. And Joey's touching his face, smoothing Chris's cheek with his thumb. That's so sweet. Joey's a good man.

Chris's head jerks back. Not one for the tenderness, Chris. I wish I could hear what he's saying so vehemently.

Whatever it is, it's hurting Joey. Joey's on his knees now, looking up, his hands on Chris's thighs, why does Chris have to be such a prick sometimes? Joey's—Joey's, wait, that can't be—he's unfastened Chris's pants, he's moved towards, he's got his mouth on—Chris is clutching at Joey's hair, and leaning back and smiling, and Joey is...

That can't be.

He's supposed to be mine.

[pensnest]

That's fun! A clever use of the prompts, and an entirely plausible idea for the stand-off between Chris and Justin. Enjoyed it.

[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

Ohhh - that's lovely - totally different tone to the first responce, but equally hitting all the hoops, an utterly utterly lovely. Thank you!!

[pensnest]

I'm so glad you like it. It was such an intriguing request, the notion has been bobbling around in my head for a while.