D's Daily Drama (fablespinner) wrote,
D's Daily Drama

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Title: Much Better
Major pairing: 3x4
Author: The Fablespinner ~*D*~
E-mail: fablespinner@ hotmail.com
Rating: R – mild NC-17 (Language and Rough and Blatant Innuendo)
Genre: Romance bordering on crude comedy, Raw and no fluff! AU, Quatre POV
Archive: http://fablespinner.com
Disclaimer: Trowa and Quatre belong to me (In my dreams). In reality they are slaves to Bandai... Oh! Bondage! *snerk*

Author’s Note: This is a Quatre point of view, following his train of thought as we walk through this little scenario. He is a second year graduate student, age 24/25-ish. Trowa is the same age and in the same situation. What they are studying, respectively, is not important. Make up whatever you wish if you’re so inclined. It’s just the environment and setting that’s of importance.

This is a real different style of writing from me I hope you enjoy this.

This is how I see Quatre. I see him with a very active internal sense of humor and healthy doses of sexual tension, annoyance, rebellion and sarcasm that War with his good manners thrown in for good measure. We are peeping into his internal monologue as he walks through this situation I placed him in, if you think it's OOC, I really do not care, this is called a characterization and interpretation. This is how *I* see him *my* analysis of his character.

I have to pee. I can’t hold it anymore, but damn it if I get up I lose my seat. God I hate parties, why do I let Phillip do this to me?

I don’t let him, the bastard didn’t say we we’re coming to this, he knew I’d not want to come, and he fucking knows if he just shows up I’ll cave and not say anything.

Damn it.

I’m such a flipping wussy. Why don’t I say anything?

Because you’re soft, you don’t like confrontation and you’re in a rut.

Where the Hell is the Bathroom? I can’t sit here and argue with myself, my eyeballs are floating.

I guess I’ll have to get up and find it and pray I can get my seat back. It’s bad enough being bored out of my mind sitting here. Being bored out of my mind standing just sucks.

Okay Quatre, you procrastinating twit. Go and pee, and watch the puddle on the carpet.

That’s so gross. I’ll never understand the need to drink to the point of projectile vomiting.

Damn it people I’m not that short I know you can see me here quit shoving, ARGH.

Don’t jostle me unless you want me to piss on you, OW, aw shit now its my turn to step on someone, I’m soooo – Oh my GAWD! Sex on two legs, cover you in chocolate sauce and lick you clean sexy.

Quatre you have a boyfriend.

Shit, but he’s an idiot! I want soma dat!
I have to pee really bad now.

Apologize and bolt then curse your retched bad luck. Winner my ASS, I’m such a Loser!

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there. Um, might I ask, have you seen the way to the bathroom?”

Oh god, oh god, oh god. Those eyes! Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

I am such a push over for green eyes, oh come to daddy you stud.

I really have to piss.

“Not a problem, and the can is up the stairs to the left, I think. But good luck getting in, I’d opt for bushes outside if I were you.”

Shit, no stairs! I’ll never make the climb, and this semi-hard on isn’t helping things either.

FUCK, Fuck, Fuckity Fuck, Fuck!

Stupid party, stupid Phillip, stupid me, stupid dumb luck, stupid need to pee at the worst possible times.

“Great. I don’t know why I let myself get dragged to these things. I just end up getting trampled on or trampling on others. Very sorry about stepping on your foot.”

No I’m not actually, I’m damn glad I stepped on you.

“I said no problem. I usually end up doing the same. I’m not much for these things either.”

Whoa, I’m gonna cry, a Hot guy who’s not narcissistic or drunk, or both... PHILLIP! GRAH!

Quatre you have a boyfriend, and you are already cheating on him in your mind with this guy.

But this guy is so much better. Curse my dumb ass fucking luck all to hell.

Whoa, I’m gonna pee my pants if I don’t step this up. I’ll be doing the pee-pee dance here in a minute like a two-year-old.

“Well, as much as I’d like to talk, I NEED to find that bush you mentioned or I’ll burst. I guess I’ll see you around?”

Oh PLEASE let me see you around Mr. Chest from hell. Nice V-neck shirt, good choice, I can see all the way to China, nice pecks, damn nice pecks. With that little valley in between just made for tongue action and chocolate fondue.

Quatre you are such a pervert.

But that chest, is begging for it!

You’ve always been a chest man, face it, if he does the “peck flex dance” you’re a goner.

I’m a goner now, PEE, PEE, PEE, I GOTTA PEE!

“I was just heading out for a breath of fresh air, if you want, we can talk after you leave a deposit at the bank of Bush.”

And FUNNY TOO, uh-oh, laughing is NOT a good idea right now. I’m going to spring a leak.

Must go pee first, come back, try not to flirt shamelessly with stud here, yeah, I think I’ll just do that. I already know Phillip is in there flirting with anything that breathes and has a dick.

Why not? It’s my turn for a little fun damn it.

Mr. Peck, Hey, ya know, you do have that Gregory Peck charisma oozing off you come to think of it. Damn shame about him and all, I loved his movies.

Quatre, you dumbass! Just go pee and tell Mr. Peck here, you will see him in a minute, or ten, depending on Viagra Falls gushing duration here. I don’t just have to urinate -- I have to urine-ten!

I need that bush NOW!

“You win, rendezvous on the porch after my bank transaction?”

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