ficlet # 1 - Billy Tallent for vamplover84

Billy Tallent

There's history and then there's history. Billy figures he, Joe, Pipe, and John have the latter. Especially himself and Joe. They grew up together, watched out for each other, kept each other from getting into real trouble. Minor shit could be overlooked when you looked at all that history.

And Joe still makes him laugh and Billy does that while clutching his cold cup of coffee and his cigarette. Joe's scored some coke. He knows it even though Joe swears he hasn't. Joe's running on drug fuel, his eye twitching and his hands shaking as he steers and smokes.

Fucking Joe Dick. Billy laughs and tries to come up with a movie that doesn't suck that starts with the letter 'U.' Because Joe Dick is just that, a dick. And he thinks that 'The Untouchables' sucks so he's never lets Billy use that as an answer.

"Come on, Billiam," Joe drawls, reaching for his cigarette. "Answer or you lose."

The fucking van makes a groaning noise and Joe gives it a bit more gas. Pipe snores loudly and Billy swears he can hear John writing whatever the fuck it is he writes all night long.

Joe buzzes and slaps his knee. "You lose. I'm the fucking king of this game."

"'The Untouchables' is a fucking great movie," Billy says, giving in and using his coffee as an ashtray. It's too fucking cold to drink anyway. "Fucker. You've got no taste."

"Pissy bitch. You on the rag or something?" Joe flicks his cigarette in Billy's coffee as well. "Should we stop and get you some Midol and tampons to put up your bleeding cunt?"

Billy grins at him and gestures at the road with his cigarette. "Just drive. We've got a gig to play."

ficlet # 1 - Billy Tallent for vamplover84

Billy Tallent

There's history and then there's history. Billy figures he, Joe, Pipe, and John have the latter. Especially himself and Joe. They grew up together, watched out for each other, kept each other from getting into real trouble. Minor shit could be overlooked when you looked at all that history.

And Joe still makes him laugh and Billy does that while clutching his cold cup of coffee and his cigarette. Joe's scored some coke. He knows it even though Joe swears he hasn't. Joe's running on drug fuel, his eye twitching and his hands shaking as he steers and smokes.

Fucking Joe Dick. Billy laughs and tries to come up with a movie that doesn't suck that starts with the letter 'U.' Because Joe Dick is just that, a dick. And he thinks that 'The Untouchables' sucks so he's never lets Billy use that as an answer.

"Come on, Billiam," Joe drawls, reaching for his cigarette. "Answer or you lose."

The fucking van makes a groaning noise and Joe gives it a bit more gas. Pipe snores loudly and Billy swears he can hear John writing whatever the fuck it is he writes all night long.

Joe buzzes and slaps his knee. "You lose. I'm the fucking king of this game."

"'The Untouchables' is a fucking great movie," Billy says, giving in and using his coffee as an ashtray. It's too fucking cold to drink anyway. "Fucker. You've got no taste."

"Pissy bitch. You on the rag or something?" Joe flicks his cigarette in Billy's coffee as well. "Should we stop and get you some Midol and tampons to put up your bleeding cunt?"

Billy grins at him and gestures at the road with his cigarette. "Just drive. We've got a gig to play."

ficlet# 2 - Victoria for pearl_o

Victoria

It's love. He knows it's love when she slips into his red serge tunic and stops him from going to work. When she puts her arms around him and teases him, her dark eyes soft and gentle. When she kisses the side of his neck and her hair falls forward to brush his arms.

The serge is beautiful on her and sexy and Ben knows he'll never be able to look at his uniform the same again. She wears nothing underneath, just her bare skin and confidence. He slips a hand under the tunic to cup her breast, the weight of it filling his hand.

She slides her palms over his shoulders and down his biceps, gripping with a strength he didn't think she had. But he knows she's strong. They almost died together. Ben assumes that if you almost die with someone, you know the measure of their strength. And that you've earned the right to love that same someone.

It's love because Ben's dreamed about her for years. Since he turned her in and doomed her to prison. Ben knows that she's not a good person, that she lies and steals and he's pretty sure she would kill if necessary. Probably even him.

But it's okay. Ben loves her even if he doesn't really like her. That's enough for him.

ficlet# 2 - Victoria for pearl_o

Victoria

It's love. He knows it's love when she slips into his red serge tunic and stops him from going to work. When she puts her arms around him and teases him, her dark eyes soft and gentle. When she kisses the side of his neck and her hair falls forward to brush his arms.

The serge is beautiful on her and sexy and Ben knows he'll never be able to look at his uniform the same again. She wears nothing underneath, just her bare skin and confidence. He slips a hand under the tunic to cup her breast, the weight of it filling his hand.

She slides her palms over his shoulders and down his biceps, gripping with a strength he didn't think she had. But he knows she's strong. They almost died together. Ben assumes that if you almost die with someone, you know the measure of their strength. And that you've earned the right to love that same someone.

It's love because Ben's dreamed about her for years. Since he turned her in and doomed her to prison. Ben knows that she's not a good person, that she lies and steals and he's pretty sure she would kill if necessary. Probably even him.

But it's okay. Ben loves her even if he doesn't really like her. That's enough for him.