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_bettina_ who's poorly sick. She wanted a happy ficlet to make her feel better and while I can't promise that I can post this. Unbetaed, read at own risk, small bit of trickc, lot of sap. What can I say?
When they finally leave the studio it’s dark again. A clear frosty night lit by a thousand bright stars and streetlights that spill pools of light against the dim road below.
Joey huddles deeper into his coat, hunched over, hands jammed deep in his pockets and waits for everyone to catch up. He can hear yelling from inside, then pounding footsteps so moves away from the door. Stepping aside just in time as Justin and Chris run past, a blur of motion that ends in a pile of bright puffy coats, woollen hats and tangled limbs as they skid across the grass to end in a laughing heap.
“I’m starved,” JC says, words muffled behind the outsized yellow checked scarf he’s got wrapped around his neck and mouth. He’s watching Justin and Chris detangle themselves and Joey can tell he’s amused by the slant of his eyes, the wide smile obvious despite layers of material.
“You’re not the only one.” Lance speaks around a mouthful of glove as he pulls the other one on. He looks twice his usual size in a green jacket that makes Joey’s eyes hurt just looking at it, but he reasons at least they’ll not lose Lance in the dark. “I could eat about now.”
“Rosie’s.”
JC and Lance shout as one, high fiveing with a slap of gloves like the pair of dorks they are. Not that Joey cares, Rosie’s sounds good to him too.
Decision made and the idiots on the ground rounded up they set off, walking slowly despite the freezing night. It feels like they’re the only people alive, and Joey smiles to himself as he listens, their familiar voices blending with the sound of boots against frosty ground and the rustle of clothes. Everything seems sharp, the cold against his cheeks, JC’s whisper resulting in Chris’ laugh, the shining green of Lance’s coat as he strides ahead with Justin. All so vivid that Joey thinks he’ll never forget, keeping it inside as another memory labelled under ‘friends’.
“You okay?” Lance has dropped back, leaving Justin to push his way between JC and Chris. “You seemed far away.”
“I’m good, just transfixed by that coat” Joey pretend stares, eyes wide and mouth slack as Lance elbows him in the side. “Admit it; you stole it from a fire station. It’s what they wear at accident scenes.”
Lance grins in reply, eyes gleaming, all teeth and gum. “Think what you like, Fatone, I like it.” He elbows Joey again and they walk in companionable silence, hurrying when they finally see the brightly lit café ahead.
When Joey steps inside he follows the sound of voices to find the others. Not that he needs to as barring a sudden influx of customers, which there isn’t; they’ll be sitting in the same booth as usual. As expected, he finds them in the deep booth with its padded black seats and scarred table top. Chris squashed against the window, wedged in place by JC who unwinds his scarf and wiggles out of his coat.
Justin slides into the empty bench and Lance follows leaving Joey the choice of being in the direct firing range of flying straw papers or sitting next to JC. Removing his own coat and hat he sits next to Lance, spit balls being preferable to another hour of being felt up by accident in yet another ‘JC and Chris need to play footsie’ game.
“What can I get you, boys?” Vera, their usual waitress appears as soon as they’re settled. She smiles tiredly at them, no hint of recognition in her eyes as she takes a pen from her pink apron and stands waiting, notebook open in her hand.
It’s to her credit she gets the order right, even when Chris and Justin talk over one another and JC changes his mind at least twice before ordering both things anyway with a exaggerated shrug muttering I’m a growing boy. Lance seems to be working his way through the menu and is at porridge with extra syrup now which seems strange for a late dinner but it’s Lance and Joey says nothing as he orders his usual chilli and hot chocolate.
“I’ll go get your drinks.”
Vera walks away to a chorus of thank yous and Joey settles back in his seat, hands and face tingling as they slowly warm up. He listens as Vera hands over their order then quickly makes five hot chocolates, boiling milk and clattering mugs as she turns up the radio then tuneless sings along. Joey can tell Justin wants to join in but some things are asking for trouble and one of those is singing in a place like this to your own song. Instead he raps his fingers against the table, making the plastic tomato bottle bounce a little with each tap.
When the song finishes Vera brings over the drinks, steaming hot with lopsided peaks of whipped cream decorating the top. When Joey’s is placed in front of him he wraps his hands around the hot mug before running his finger through the cream and chocolate flakes, sucking it all into his mouth with a happy sigh.
Inevitably JC gets cream on his nose that Chris licks off with a lewd wink while Justin threatens to do the same to Lance causing a mock fight that has Joey hanging onto his seat with one butt cheek alone. Sadly even Joey’s butt can’t grip that long and he slides into the aisle to a huge cheer.
As he sits on the cold floor, surrounded by scrunched up napkins, Joey knows he couldn’t be happier.
_bettina_ who's poorly sick. She wanted a happy ficlet to make her feel better and while I can't promise that I can post this. Unbetaed, read at own risk, small bit of trickc, lot of sap. What can I say?When they finally leave the studio it’s dark again. A clear frosty night lit by a thousand bright stars and streetlights that spill pools of light against the dim road below.
Joey huddles deeper into his coat, hunched over, hands jammed deep in his pockets and waits for everyone to catch up. He can hear yelling from inside, then pounding footsteps so moves away from the door. Stepping aside just in time as Justin and Chris run past, a blur of motion that ends in a pile of bright puffy coats, woollen hats and tangled limbs as they skid across the grass to end in a laughing heap.
“I’m starved,” JC says, words muffled behind the outsized yellow checked scarf he’s got wrapped around his neck and mouth. He’s watching Justin and Chris detangle themselves and Joey can tell he’s amused by the slant of his eyes, the wide smile obvious despite layers of material.
“You’re not the only one.” Lance speaks around a mouthful of glove as he pulls the other one on. He looks twice his usual size in a green jacket that makes Joey’s eyes hurt just looking at it, but he reasons at least they’ll not lose Lance in the dark. “I could eat about now.”
“Rosie’s.”
JC and Lance shout as one, high fiveing with a slap of gloves like the pair of dorks they are. Not that Joey cares, Rosie’s sounds good to him too.
Decision made and the idiots on the ground rounded up they set off, walking slowly despite the freezing night. It feels like they’re the only people alive, and Joey smiles to himself as he listens, their familiar voices blending with the sound of boots against frosty ground and the rustle of clothes. Everything seems sharp, the cold against his cheeks, JC’s whisper resulting in Chris’ laugh, the shining green of Lance’s coat as he strides ahead with Justin. All so vivid that Joey thinks he’ll never forget, keeping it inside as another memory labelled under ‘friends’.
“You okay?” Lance has dropped back, leaving Justin to push his way between JC and Chris. “You seemed far away.”
“I’m good, just transfixed by that coat” Joey pretend stares, eyes wide and mouth slack as Lance elbows him in the side. “Admit it; you stole it from a fire station. It’s what they wear at accident scenes.”
Lance grins in reply, eyes gleaming, all teeth and gum. “Think what you like, Fatone, I like it.” He elbows Joey again and they walk in companionable silence, hurrying when they finally see the brightly lit café ahead.
When Joey steps inside he follows the sound of voices to find the others. Not that he needs to as barring a sudden influx of customers, which there isn’t; they’ll be sitting in the same booth as usual. As expected, he finds them in the deep booth with its padded black seats and scarred table top. Chris squashed against the window, wedged in place by JC who unwinds his scarf and wiggles out of his coat.
Justin slides into the empty bench and Lance follows leaving Joey the choice of being in the direct firing range of flying straw papers or sitting next to JC. Removing his own coat and hat he sits next to Lance, spit balls being preferable to another hour of being felt up by accident in yet another ‘JC and Chris need to play footsie’ game.
“What can I get you, boys?” Vera, their usual waitress appears as soon as they’re settled. She smiles tiredly at them, no hint of recognition in her eyes as she takes a pen from her pink apron and stands waiting, notebook open in her hand.
It’s to her credit she gets the order right, even when Chris and Justin talk over one another and JC changes his mind at least twice before ordering both things anyway with a exaggerated shrug muttering I’m a growing boy. Lance seems to be working his way through the menu and is at porridge with extra syrup now which seems strange for a late dinner but it’s Lance and Joey says nothing as he orders his usual chilli and hot chocolate.
“I’ll go get your drinks.”
Vera walks away to a chorus of thank yous and Joey settles back in his seat, hands and face tingling as they slowly warm up. He listens as Vera hands over their order then quickly makes five hot chocolates, boiling milk and clattering mugs as she turns up the radio then tuneless sings along. Joey can tell Justin wants to join in but some things are asking for trouble and one of those is singing in a place like this to your own song. Instead he raps his fingers against the table, making the plastic tomato bottle bounce a little with each tap.
When the song finishes Vera brings over the drinks, steaming hot with lopsided peaks of whipped cream decorating the top. When Joey’s is placed in front of him he wraps his hands around the hot mug before running his finger through the cream and chocolate flakes, sucking it all into his mouth with a happy sigh.
Inevitably JC gets cream on his nose that Chris licks off with a lewd wink while Justin threatens to do the same to Lance causing a mock fight that has Joey hanging onto his seat with one butt cheek alone. Sadly even Joey’s butt can’t grip that long and he slides into the aisle to a huge cheer.
As he sits on the cold floor, surrounded by scrunched up napkins, Joey knows he couldn’t be happier.
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Date: 2004-10-27 12:37 pm (UTC)That was just PERFECT.
And I laughed out loud when Joey slipped off the bench, hee.
*snuggles Lobsters in wintery coats*
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Date: 2004-10-31 03:46 am (UTC)You just know Joey would fall off that bench ;)
*joins in the snuggle*