Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Re: Junk 2

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Heero, unsurprisingly, was not enjoying the party. The Perfect Soldier was not a party animal under the best of circumstances, and while this intimate gathering wasn't nearly so bad as one of Relena's extravagant balls, still the fact remained that he hardly knew anyone there.

Of course, Heero thought as he glowered across the room, that didn't seem to be slowing Duo down any. Duo had been chatting and occasionally dancing all evening, and Heero felt more than a little resentful and abandoned. And now the baka was up on the table, singing karaoke.

Maybe that last wouldn't have been so bad if Duo hadn't been able to sing. But he could, and the way everyone at the party was looking at him, the way all the girls (and some of the men) were staring at his Duo, well...

Jealousy was added to the pile of burdensome feelings. He had never told Duo, how closely he listened when the baka sang in the shower, but without even realizing it he had come to think of Duo's voice as something special, for him alone. Just the fact that here he was, sharing that wonderful voice with a room full of strangers, was enough to put a scowl on Heero's face.


Wild Wing Boys... flying to freedom. Wings of legend that will carry me on
Wild Wing Boys... sky is the limit. Sun above Sea below falling away
Wild Wing Boys... watching the stars fall. Swiftly fading, too soon are gone
Wild Wing Boys... passionate feeling. Tomorrow is open for dreaming today.
Take off.


Duo finished the song and, flashing the victory sign to his audience, jumped off the table. Laughing and flirting with everyone in his path, he made his way across the room until he fetched up in front of Heero. "So what'd ya think?" he asked, half out of breath.

He made a truly mesmerizing picture, flushed and a little rumpled, eyes shining just a bit too brightly. It came to Heero that Duo had been drinking, and he looked to the side. "Hn."

"Saa..." Duo leaned on Heero's arm, leaning his head on Heero's shoulder; it was enough to almost make up for the flirting. "My voice in't that bad, is it? C'mon, Hee-chan, what's that scowl for?"

"I am not," Heero told him, "having a good time."

"Well," Duo replied, "how much've you had to drink?"

"Nothing!" Heero snapped, taken slightly aback. "I never drink."

Duo grinned. "Well, then, there's your problem!" he exclaimed. "Heero, alcohol was invented for the express purpose of making social events tolerable. I promise ya, after a few drinks you'll be up there singing your heart out." He nodded towards the table, where Quatre was singing -- not badly, but sounding distressingly feminine.

Re: Junk 2

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Heero sighed. He wasn't in the habit of drinking, but Duo insisted, dragging him to the nearest bar and mixing up some concoction. He presented it to Heero with a flourish, and threatened to drag him up onto the table unless he drank it. To make Duo happy, Heero did.

"I don't feel any happier," Heero groused. Duo gave his shoulder a playful smack.

"Have some patience, baka! It takes a few minutes for the buzz to hit." Someone calling his name tore his attention away, and Duo's face split into an absolutely evil smile. "Oi, Heero, I'll be right back. Quatre's tryin' ta get Trowa to sing. This, I gotta see..."


Quatre: Come on, Trowa!
Trowa [headshake]: ...
Quatre: Pleeeeease?
Trowa [headshake]: ...
Duo: C'mon, Tro-chan! I sang, Quat sang, now it's your turn!
Trowa: [headshake]
Quatre: [BIG PLEADING EYES]
Trowa: ...
Duo: Wow, he's a tough nut to crack. He won't even speak!
Trowa: [pulls out notepad and scribbles] Recent throat surgery. Had an Adam's Apple installed. Can't talk for two weeks.
Quatre: Trowa! That does it, you're not getting any nookie tonight!
Trowa: [scribbles] Not supposed to do that for two weeks either.
Duo: ...ite.


The drink had, in fact, helped. In fact, it made Heero feel so much better about the party, that he went and got another. And another. By the fourth one, he had actually relaxed enough to talk to some of the girls who approached him. She was nice enough to bring him another glass. After that, he got involved in a deep philosophical discussion with the circus manner about the moral code of gypsies. He vaguely remembered listening to Wufei sing... surprisingly well... and...

Re: Junk 2

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Heero sighed. He wasn't in the habit of drinking, but Duo insisted, dragging him to the nearest bar and mixing up some concoction. He presented it to Heero with a flourish, and threatened to drag him up onto the table unless he drank it. To make Duo happy, Heero did.

"I don't feel any happier," Heero groused. Duo gave his shoulder a playful smack.

"Have some patience, baka! It takes a few minutes for the buzz to hit." Someone calling his name tore his attention away, and Duo's face split into an absolutely evil smile. "Oi, Heero, I'll be right back. Quatre's tryin' ta get Trowa to sing. This, I gotta see..."


Quatre: Come on, Trowa!
Trowa [headshake]: ...
Quatre: Pleeeeease?
Trowa [headshake]: ...
Duo: C'mon, Tro-chan! I sang, Quat sang, now it's your turn!
Trowa: [headshake]
Quatre: [BIG PLEADING EYES]
Trowa: ...
Duo: Wow, he's a tough nut to crack. He won't even speak!
Trowa: [pulls out notepad and scribbles] Recent throat surgery. Had an Adam's Apple installed. Can't talk for two weeks.
Quatre: Trowa! That does it, you're not getting any nookie tonight!
Trowa: [scribbles] Not supposed to do that for two weeks either.
Duo: ...ite.


The drink had, in fact, helped. In fact, it made Heero feel so much better about the party, that he went and got another. And another. By the fourth one, he had actually relaxed enough to talk to some of the girls who approached him. She was nice enough to bring him another glass. After that, he got involved in a deep philosophical discussion with the circus manner about the moral code of gypsies. He vaguely remembered listening to Wufei sing... surprisingly well... and...