winning bidders, a semi-reluctant Heero dragged in their wake. “The night’s not nearly over yet, Quatre. In fact, it’s just begun!”
--next day, Sunday--
Well, actually, for me it pretty much was over after the AMV contest. Me and Sailor Seraphim went back to our room and swapped DJs until 3 AM. So we missed on a lot of the fun. *grumble*
But... as I’m sure you’ve heard by now, most of the rest of the 1x2 contingent (with Heero and Duo) danced until the morning light. Actually, they drank beer and ate gummi penii and took photos of various poses ranging from PG-13 to R. Hotel security had to come and break them up. Wish I coulda gone along, although I couldn’t have drunk anything anyway. *hem*
“Man -- what a night!” Duo dropped into a chair by the table, grinning widely. His hair was suspiciously mussed, and his jacket was open in the front. Heero, in a nearby chair, listed to the side, his eyes somewhat glazed over.
Quatre’s eyes were wide. “Duo -- you didn’t spend all night with them, did you?” he asked apprehensively.
“Why not?” Duo said, rather smug. “They bought me, after all.”
Heero groaned and slumped forward onto the table. “I don’t even remember what happened,” he confessed.
“Oh, don’t worry, Hee-chan!” Duo said brightly. “I got pictures!” He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and waved it around.
Another piteous moan escaped from Heero’s direction. Quatre gulped nervously. “They had cameras?”
“Yeah, but don’t worry, they gave me the pictures,” Duo assured him. A slight frown crossed his face. “Come to think of it, what did they do with those negatives?”
Heero lifted his head far enough to give Duo a bloodshot death glare. Duo laughed nervously and put the pictures back in his pocket.
Wufei came in, looking considerably better rested than the rest of them. “Barton’s still not down yet?” he remarked.
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)--next day, Sunday--
Well, actually, for me it pretty much was over after the AMV contest. Me and Sailor Seraphim went back to our room and swapped DJs until 3 AM. So we missed on a lot of the fun. *grumble*
But... as I’m sure you’ve heard by now, most of the rest of the 1x2 contingent (with Heero and Duo) danced until the morning light. Actually, they drank beer and ate gummi penii and took photos of various poses ranging from PG-13 to R. Hotel security had to come and break them up. Wish I coulda gone along, although I couldn’t have drunk anything anyway. *hem*
“Man -- what a night!” Duo dropped into a chair by the table, grinning widely. His hair was suspiciously mussed, and his jacket was open in the front. Heero, in a nearby chair, listed to the side, his eyes somewhat glazed over.
Quatre’s eyes were wide. “Duo -- you didn’t spend all night with them, did you?” he asked apprehensively.
“Why not?” Duo said, rather smug. “They bought me, after all.”
Heero groaned and slumped forward onto the table. “I don’t even remember what happened,” he confessed.
“Oh, don’t worry, Hee-chan!” Duo said brightly. “I got pictures!” He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and waved it around.
Another piteous moan escaped from Heero’s direction. Quatre gulped nervously. “They had cameras?”
“Yeah, but don’t worry, they gave me the pictures,” Duo assured him. A slight frown crossed his face. “Come to think of it, what did they do with those negatives?”
Heero lifted his head far enough to give Duo a bloodshot death glare. Duo laughed nervously and put the pictures back in his pocket.
Wufei came in, looking considerably better rested than the rest of them. “Barton’s still not down yet?” he remarked.