Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2010 0:48:36 GMT -5
“Phew!” Paul sighed as he entered the boys suite, Ryan, Keith, George, and Neil behind him. “I almost lost it all in that last run!”
Damian glanced up from the bed he was lounged on. “So, did you all have fun…with OUT me?” He huffed and returned to the show he had been watching.
“Aw, c’mon McG,” Keith flopped down onto his own mattress. “You wouldn’t like gambling anyways.”
“Riiiight…” Damian drew out the word. “You all abandoned me, with a view of,” He bolted up and threw the curtains open. “The stinkin’ strip! You're taunting me! I mean, how fair is that?” He pouted.
“Well,” George said as he set down what he was carrying. “We could have stayed at the one motel.”
“You would have had a lovely view of the back wall of a bar.” Ryan chuckled.
“C’mon Damo! You had the day all to yourself with a great view of Vegas!” Paul cheered. “And to think, you didn’t lose any money gambling with us.”
“Hmmph!” Damian turned away.
“Look, if ya really wanna make a bet that bad, we’ll make one right here.” Keith stood and whipped out his wallet.
“Really?!” Damian had genuine happiness in his eyes.
“What’s the bet?” Keith pulled out his well worn wallet.
“I bet…” Damian scratched his chin when an idea struck him. “I bet that a girl proposes to you tomorrow.”
“When DON’T I have a girl proposing to me?” Keith rolled his eyes.
“Fine,” Damian sniffed indignantly. “I’ll bet more than…20.”
“20?” Keith laughed. “You sure you aren’t putting the stakes too high?”
“Oh, no,” He smiled. “I’m sure.”
“Alright bu—aw man!” Keith turned hs wallet over.
Nothing came out.
“Sorry Damo, looks like a no go.” He closed it again.
“How about…how about not money?” Damian began.
“Not money?” Keith frowned.
“No,” Damian grinned evilly. “Much better.”
~*~
Keith prepped himself before bolting onto the stage. “I have climbed, highest mountain!” He sang. “I have--”
Half the audience rose, mostly teenage girls. He heard someone count to three. The second the number was reached, all the sanding girls fell to their knees. “Keith!” The cried in unison. “Will you marry me?!?!?”
He stopped mid word, his jaw hanging slack a moment before turning to walk off the stage.
There was Damian waiting, a thin sparkly tie held out in his hand. “For you I believe.”
Keith snatched it. “How did you even…” He trailed off as Damian smiled wickedly.
“Twitter. Twitter is a good thing.”
Keith ripped off the plain black tie he had been wearing and pulled on the glittery one. “Stupid Vegas.” He muttered. “Stupid bet.”
THE END
Damian glanced up from the bed he was lounged on. “So, did you all have fun…with OUT me?” He huffed and returned to the show he had been watching.
“Aw, c’mon McG,” Keith flopped down onto his own mattress. “You wouldn’t like gambling anyways.”
“Riiiight…” Damian drew out the word. “You all abandoned me, with a view of,” He bolted up and threw the curtains open. “The stinkin’ strip! You're taunting me! I mean, how fair is that?” He pouted.
“Well,” George said as he set down what he was carrying. “We could have stayed at the one motel.”
“You would have had a lovely view of the back wall of a bar.” Ryan chuckled.
“C’mon Damo! You had the day all to yourself with a great view of Vegas!” Paul cheered. “And to think, you didn’t lose any money gambling with us.”
“Hmmph!” Damian turned away.
“Look, if ya really wanna make a bet that bad, we’ll make one right here.” Keith stood and whipped out his wallet.
“Really?!” Damian had genuine happiness in his eyes.
“What’s the bet?” Keith pulled out his well worn wallet.
“I bet…” Damian scratched his chin when an idea struck him. “I bet that a girl proposes to you tomorrow.”
“When DON’T I have a girl proposing to me?” Keith rolled his eyes.
“Fine,” Damian sniffed indignantly. “I’ll bet more than…20.”
“20?” Keith laughed. “You sure you aren’t putting the stakes too high?”
“Oh, no,” He smiled. “I’m sure.”
“Alright bu—aw man!” Keith turned hs wallet over.
Nothing came out.
“Sorry Damo, looks like a no go.” He closed it again.
“How about…how about not money?” Damian began.
“Not money?” Keith frowned.
“No,” Damian grinned evilly. “Much better.”
~*~
Keith prepped himself before bolting onto the stage. “I have climbed, highest mountain!” He sang. “I have--”
Half the audience rose, mostly teenage girls. He heard someone count to three. The second the number was reached, all the sanding girls fell to their knees. “Keith!” The cried in unison. “Will you marry me?!?!?”
He stopped mid word, his jaw hanging slack a moment before turning to walk off the stage.
There was Damian waiting, a thin sparkly tie held out in his hand. “For you I believe.”
Keith snatched it. “How did you even…” He trailed off as Damian smiled wickedly.
“Twitter. Twitter is a good thing.”
Keith ripped off the plain black tie he had been wearing and pulled on the glittery one. “Stupid Vegas.” He muttered. “Stupid bet.”
THE END