Peter Vincent (
minigolfandsushi) wrote in
poly_chromatic2012-03-10 08:33 pm
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three drinks
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[The camera clicks on as Peter walks across his basement room, wearing nothing but boxers. He idly scratches his balls before digging through a pile of clothes, looking for something reasonably clean. He's trying - and failing - to ignore the song playing.]
It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
[Patience has never been one of his virtues.]
IT'S SUNDAY YOU STUPID COW!
[Scowling, he pulls on a pair of jeans and heads to the bathroom. Abruptly, the song changes.]
Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
(Hey, what up girl?)
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city
(Lets go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back
Now there's an idea!
[And it's back to his pile of clothes. Moments later, he emerges triumphant with a bottle of...something. God only knows what.]
[The camera clicks on as Peter walks across his basement room, wearing nothing but boxers. He idly scratches his balls before digging through a pile of clothes, looking for something reasonably clean. He's trying - and failing - to ignore the song playing.]
It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
[Patience has never been one of his virtues.]
IT'S SUNDAY YOU STUPID COW!
[Scowling, he pulls on a pair of jeans and heads to the bathroom. Abruptly, the song changes.]
Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
(Hey, what up girl?)
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city
(Lets go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back
Now there's an idea!
[And it's back to his pile of clothes. Moments later, he emerges triumphant with a bottle of...something. God only knows what.]

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[ Oh, hello music. One hand goes to cover her face for a moment. ]
If whatever you're drinking helps with this, let me know.
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[He takes a glug of his drink.]
I don't know what you're complaining about. Your DJ's not bad.
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[ That probably sounded like an invitation of some sort. It wasn't one. ]
It woke me up.
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[And then this begins to play. Penny reddens.]
Oh god.
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Are you trying to tell me something? Because I do have eyes.
...and you are definitely too sexy for that shirt.
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[Have a horrified Mercy who's missed the whole new Doctor look-alike in the City till now.]
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[Of course now her music is clashing with his.]
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So you're secretly a barely 21 year old, drunk whore.
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[Unfortunately, the music changes.]
Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME?
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Although I gotta say, it's kinda appropriate for you.
[Smiiiiirk. Oh, and when Peter's music comes to a stop, he's treated to this.]
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