August Rumble

[Tensleep]

Is it August already? Huh, go figure. What with closing out the store for the past week and 15% off day, it slipped my mind! So less babbling and more getting on with it!

Rumble, August 08:

And in Walked Weird

As fan fiction writers, our goal is to get the characters inside and out, to share our unique perspectives on the tale, and make everything as accurate as possible. So this August, I propose something different.

Write a piece that depicts one or more of the boys out of character. (6 pages max, any POV).
Think Two-Bit should be the responsible one? Write it!
Think Dallas would look good in a tutu? Share it with the rest of us!
The point is, that sometimes you need to get things wrong to put things back on the right track, especially when you're writing. So have fun with it! Go all out! Just try something different!

Please copy, paste and post your entries under this tread so we can all enjoy them! I know there are some awesome imaginations on this forum. So get writing!

Tens

[murderofcrows]

this is totally my chance to write darry as an exotic dancer ;D it's just BEGGING to be written, now!

[ash]

LOL. Go for it!!

[missmouse]

I've been saying this since about last December and not done it yet, but I might do this one. This is my kind of thing.

[cooroo]

Just thinking of what people are going to come up with for this one had me giggling. I've got an idea, but I'm still working up some little details and all that jazz. I also have a quick question. Are we allowed to post song lyrics for the Rumble? Not the entire song, just a line or two from a few songs? With a disclaimer, of course.

[Tensleep]

Cooroo, if you can find a place for song lyrics, go nuts.

As for this Darry as an exotic dancer...I think that would be hilarious! Go for it, murderofcrows!

[murderofcrows]

Aug 8, 2008 1:29:24 GMT -5 Tensleep said:

As for this Darry as an exotic dancer...I think that would be hilarious! Go for it, murderofcrows!

two-bit gets in on the action, too... and...well, that's all the spoilers i'm giving away for now

[Tensleep]

Well, looks like I’m first. This is completely unbeta’d, as I am going away for a week and wanted it posted before I go. So later it will be fixed up properly.

The Mommy
By Tensleep

Some days I look at my big brother and wonder what we did to him. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like Pony and I tied him down and gave him a make over or anything, but we’re still responsible. Darry was always strong and muscled and really scary when we wanted to be, but lately…I dunno. Take breakfast, for example…

“Soda! Eggs are ready!”

The eggs may have been ready, but I was having a slow morning and didn’t know if I was ready to even eat. I figured the jam would perk me up and there was cake with the icing I made myself, so there was that. By the time breakfast was over and I was showered, I’d be more awake. Pony had nabbed the shower first this morning, so my usual routine was thrown off.

“Coming,” I hollered back, rubbing a hand through my hair.

It was another five minutes before I padded into the kitchen and paused in the doorway. Darry was standing at the stove in one of Mom’s pink aprons. He’d taken to doing that lately, saying it kept his clothes cleaner for work or something. I always wondered who he was trying to impress with clean clothes at a construction or roofing site. He always denied it, so I always let it drop.

This morning, I shook my head and slumped down into my chair at the table. Darry put a pile of eggs on my plate a moment later, wearing the checked oven mitts Mom had made from scratch. I blinked. Darry didn’t usually bother with more than a potholder.

“There’s some jam in the fridge and some cake, if you want it,” he added, putting the pan back on the stove.

I yawned, but got up for it anyway. I was right about the jam and the icing. As I sat there, letting the sugar go through me, I wasn’t all that surprised to feel I was waking up. Darry was still at the stove, humming to himself. He finally tutted and smacked the pan scraper down hard on the counter.

“Ponyboy! You hurry up or you won’t get to school on time!” Darry hollered.

“He’s got time,” I pointed out and received a sigh from my eldest brother.

“Not if he wants a decent breakfast,” Darry replied.

I glanced at the cake and wanted to ask what Darry meant by ‘decent’ but let that go, too. I was learning that was the best thing to do when Darry was in one of these moods.

A minute later Ponyboy came into the kitchen with his hair still sopping wet and his clothes barely on him they were so messy. Darry really tutted loudly there and took off the oven mitts.

“Do you plan on going to school looking like that?” He asked and Pony shrugged. “C’mere.”

I watched as Darry straightened Pony’s shirt and fixed the collar on it by sharply pinching the fabric. He even dusted off Pony’s shoulders with little flicks of his hands. Ponyboy frowned and glanced over at me, but all I could do was shrug. Finally, after combing out his hair with his fingers, Darry let Pony sit down. Darry turned back to the stove and had a plate in front of Pony a moment later. Pony tilted his head a little as he looked at it and I couldn’t help leaning over the table a bit to see, too. Darry had made the eggs into eyes with a bacon strip as a mouth and toast as hair or maybe ears – I wasn’t too sure. It was the creepiest breakfast I’d ever seen, though.

“Now, you’ve gotta eat up, honey. Two-Bit is just swinging by this morning. I packed you a lunch and I expect you to eat it. No more of that junk food from the DX. Soda, you too.”

I blinked up at Darry. I’d learned not to argue and just eat whatever I wanted, but Pony was a different story.

“C’mon, Darry. We end up over there, anyways, and this way Jack doesn’t chase us off for not being customers.”

“Ponyboy, you know just as well as I do that Jack wouldn’t do that. He’d probably feel better if he saw you eating things you couldn’t lift from that store,” Darry replied, sitting down with his coffee and his bacon and tomato sandwich.

I watched as he held the coffee with both hands in the same dainty way that my second grade teacher used to. He shifted so his legs were crossed under the table and took a slow sip of the coffee.

“So, I have to work late tonight. There’s left over casserole and baby carrots in the fridge. I expect you to eat them,” Darry informed us. “Mrs. Casson from down the street is going to be dropping off her recipe for pecan pie at some point. Be polite and help her up and down the stairs – she doesn’t move so well since she broke her hip last fall, the poor dear.”

“The same Mrs. Casson who throws cans at us when we walk past her house?” Pony asked, looking like he’d like nothing better than to trip ‘the poor dear’.

“Well, you don’t just walk by her house, y’all tromp through like you’re a herd of elephants,” Darry scolded. “Now, hurry and get ready. Your math homework is on the table. Sodapop, you still need to shower before Steve gets here.”

“Yeah, I know.” I nodded.

“Well, perhaps you should get on that. I swear, every time that boy gets here, he has to wait ten whole minutes for you to get your act together.”

I rolled my eyes, but got up to put my empty plate in the sink anyways. I turned to go and do what Darry wanted when he let out a pointed ‘ah-hem?’

“C’mon, Darry. I’ll wash it later,” I sighed.

“When? While you’re at work? Or how about when you’re out with Steve making trouble while I slave away to make sure Ponyboy has enough food to eat?”

Darry was looking serious, so I picked up the plate and the dishcloth, hastily scrubbing it so it looked somewhat clean. Darry leveled me with a hard look and I groaned, turning back to work on it some more. I even added soap this time. Darry let me pass when I was done and I couldn’t wait to just jump in the shower.

When I got out, there was a towel neatly folded and fresh from the dryer on the toilet seat. I wrapped it around myself, wondering when privacy went right out the window in this house. I snorted. Yeah, because privacy was the biggest issue we were dealing with right about now.

When I was dressed, Steve was standing in the doorway, getting the lecture of all time from Darry. I frowned at him and he rolled his eyes, glaring at Darry.

“Who cares if my shoes are dirty? Ain’t like that ever mattered before,” Steve drawled and Darry crossed his arms over his chest.

“It has always mattered, Steven. You just never seem to appreciate all the hard work that goes into running a household.”

Steve blinked, but Darry seemed to be done with the conversation. He stalked back out of the room and into the kitchen. I glanced after him, seeing him rather forcefully dry the dishes. I shook my head and glanced over at where Steve was glaring after Darry.

“You know, I think I liked him better when he was trying to break my jaw,” he commented.

“Well, just try to remember to take off your shoes from now on. And don’t put your elbows on the table,” I added, rubbing the sore spot on the back of my head from dinner the night before.

“Since when did Darry become such a…” Steve was at a loss for words.

“Mom?” I supplied and he nodded.

"I was gonna say wife, but yeah."

“I don’t know, man.” I shrugged.

“Well, it’s creepy,” Steve pointed out and I nodded.

“Sure is.”

“Hey, you think he’ll start baking cookies at some point?” Steve asked and I shook my head.

“Don’t put ideas in his head. He’s already scaring Pony enough.”

Steve snorted, but didn’t get into another speech on ‘Poor Precious Pony’.

“Well, look at it this way. Nothing’ll scare the kid in the future.”

I did laugh then. If there was one thing I could say for this messed up situation, it made the rest of the world look a lot saner. I just hoped everything did work itself out. But for now, I could deal with things the way they were, because hey, when was the last time a guy like me actually got mothered by his tougher older brother? And if a picture of Darry in that pink apron and those checked mitts were to survive this phase…

I grinned and Steve half smiled, waiting for me to fill him in on my great idea.

“Hey Steve? Do you still have that old camera?”

- End

[cooroo]

Wow - you had me laughing hysterically throughout pretty much the whole thing. I saw the title, read the first line, and just thought, 'Oh dear.'
It was really clever and well written. I could sit here, listing out all my favourite lines, but that would take a very long time so I'm going to have to settle with one: "It was the creepiest breakfast I’d ever seen, though."
I really loved it.

[murderofcrows]

omg i loved it! great job, tensleep!

i gotta get a move on with mine, i'm about half-way done...

[murderofcrows]

ok, here it is. now, i know the songs mentioned in here were created much later, but this is an ooc fic and i thought they would do quite nicely. i'll give the credits at the end of the fic, i don't want to ruin the surprise. also, semi-slashiness kinda sorta half implied, but nothing graphic, i promise. it wasn't really intentional, but it ended up in here. this is un-beta'd.

this is dedicated to ash and our pm conversations about a fic like this.

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The XXX live show downtown


God, I hoped that no one would see me. I would never forgive myself for taking this job, even if it was to keep my brothers together. Two-bit knows…or at least he has a damn good idea…one time he found a black sequined g-string in my bag and cocked an eyebrow at me. I had grabbed it out of his hand and made him swear that he would never ever even hint that he had seen anything like that in my bag. I’m sure my face was beet red as I stuffed the g-string back into the bag. Tonight was no different than any other night; I parked at least five blocks away and took the long way to the back of the place to avoid being seen walking into my night job…at the XXX live show downtown.

Loud music pumped out of the place and assaulted my ears as I opened the door. The first time I had opened the door, I had considered pressing charges against the amps for assault and battery of eardrums, but now I was so used to it I barely noticed it. Slinking along the narrow hallway toward the dressing rooms, I almost ran over another performer.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I apologized.

“Whoa, watch where yer goin there, big guy,” a familiar voice said, and my eyes widened as the performer turned around to reveal…Two-Bit.

“Two-Bit?!” I yelled in disbelief, shock and horror enveloping my body. There was no denying it now.

“Hey! Didn’t know if I was gonna see you here my first night or not!”

“First night? Two-Bit…what’s going on?”

“I got a job, that’s what!”

“What?!”

“Yeah! I know, I know, I said all that crap about not wanting a job ‘cause it would ruin my rep, but I didn’t know there was something like this out there…I mean I shake my groove thang and I get some money, that seems almost like stealing to me!” he exclaimed as he gave me a wink. “Plus, it’ll give us time to hang out some more, I know it’s hard with you working two jobs and all, but I really miss hangin out with you, Dar.”

He actually had made the last part sound sincere, I had to give him that. I sighed heavily. “I have to go get dressed, I…I guess I’ll see you on stage.”

“More like UNdressed! Haha!!” nudged Two-Bit as he winked at me, and with that, he bounded off. I shook my head; could this day get any worse?

Back in the dressing room, I steeled myself for the performance ahead of me. Even though I thought this was pretty ridiculous, I still took it pretty seriously. Chalk it up to that drive I have to excel in everything I do, but damnit when I was out on that stage I wanted to be the best exotic dancer in Tulsa.

“Five minutes, Mr. Curtis,” a stage assistant informed me, and I nodded my acknowledgement. Butterflies alighted in my stomach for the first time since after I had started working here. I chalked it up to Two-Bit being here; I wasn’t even on stage yet and I was already nervous. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I wanted for the beginning part of my song…

I'm too sexy for my love
Too sexy for my love
Love's going to leeeeeave meeeeee.

With that, I burst out on stage, swinging in time to the beat of the music.

I'm too sexy for my shirt
Too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it huuuurts

I tore off the prop shirt I wore, to much the delight and swooning of the audience, and – deciding to be generous – I threw it out into the crowd…

...and did a double take when I realized that it landed on Dallas Winston.

I paled, but even doubly so when I saw Sodapop and Steve sitting next to him, their mouths gaping. I paused for a moment, torn between wanting to explain myself or continuing my routine, when they simply got up and walked out without a word. Dally quirked an eyebrow at me before handing the shirt to a female audience member and following them out.

Quite shaken by this and at the prospect of explaining myself later, I continued on; I had already missed part of it, and I’m sure the boss wasn’t going to be too happy with me.

I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk

I shook off my anxiousness quickly, not wanting my dance tonight to be feeble because of this one encounter, and I soon found myself back into my usual groove.

I'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far
And I'm too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that
I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little tush on the catwalk

All the girls in the club screamed at the last part; they loved it when I acted it out, especially since I took the opportunity to shake off the pants that I was wearing.

I'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my
'Cos I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little tush on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me
And I'm too sexy for this song

The audience certainly seemed to love it, and I was already pulling in some good tips. This was going to be a good night for tips, the place was absolutely packed.

I was really starting to loosen up now, my earlier nervousness gone. I gave lap dances for swooning girls – and even a couple of guys – and they tipped my generously, especially when I flashed them a smile and my signature hip wiggle.

Suddenly, I saw someone else that I recognized, someone who was the last person I would expect to see here.

Ponyboy was standing in the middle of the crowd.

Johnny Cade was standing beside him, but neither of them had seen me yet. They looked nervous, and I wondered why in the world they were here; they weren’t even interested in stuff like this! I suddenly understood why, however, when Curly Shepard stepped in between them and draped his arms over their shoulders. Knowing Curly, he had probably dared them to come in here.

I was going to kill that Shepard kid. But, first things first.

My legal guardian side took over, and I marched over to them, trying to look as intimidating as I could in a purple g-string. They were all in the middle of a conversation, so they didn’t even see me until I stepped up to them and said, “Ponyboy Michael Curtis, what are you doing here?!”

Ponyboy’s head whipped around so fast, I was afraid he’d snapped it. His eyes widened as the color drained from his face, and then turned bright red when he realized that I was practically naked save for a few bits of cloth. “Darry, uh…what…uh…”

Curly, however, smiled slyly and nudged them both. “Alright, here’s a chance to fulfill yer dare…ask for a lap dance!”

Ponyboy looked over at him, shocked and terrified at the same time, his mouth opening and closing several times as he was trying to figure out what to say next.

Two-Bit came up behind me and smirked mischievously as he suggested to me, “Why don’t we give them all lap dances? I’d be glad to give you one, Curly.”

Curly’s face then paled; his joke had been turned around on him. “Um, uh, no thanks,” he mumbled as he pulled Johnny and Pony with him out the door. I shook my head at them; great, now everyone knew. Could this night get any worse?

“I’ll take you up on that lap dance, Matthews,” a familiar voice said, as Tim Shepard materialized out of the crowd, waving a dollar bill at Two-Bit.

“Why sure! Hell, this is my song!” Two-Bit whooped.

Tim grinned and took a seat, looking like a Cheshire cat as Two-Bit circled him, bopping to the beat of the song.

I’m bringing sexy back
Them other boys don’t know how to act
I think you're special, what's behind your back?
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack.

Take 'em to the bridge

Dirty babe
You see the shackles
Baby I’m your slave
I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave
It’s just that no one makes me feel this way

Tim ran the dollar bill down Two-Bit’s chest as Two-Bit straddled him, breathing heavy from effort and gyrating to the song.

Trying to ignore them as much as I could, I went on working my way through the crowd, trying to forget everything that had happened so far tonight. I was considering driving the truck off a cliff, but such cliffs are hard to find in the city of Tulsa.

I caught up with Two-Bit after a few songs, and he flashed a smile at me. Sweat was starting to roll down his face, which was flushed with exertion, and he looked like he was having the time of his life. Curiosity was tugging at me, and I had to ask him. “Hey, how much did Tim give you for that lap dance?”

“A dollar.”

“Just a dollar?”

“Yeah, but the joke’s on him. I lifted his wallet!”

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i hope you enjoyed this silly fic. "i'm too sexy" belongs to right said fred, and the lyrics came from here: www.mp3lyrics.org/r/right-said-fred/im-too-sexy/

also, "sexyback" belongs to justin timberlake and the lyrics came from here: www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/justintimberlake/sexyback.html

[missmouse]

Tensleep, that was pretty funny. I started cracking up at the pink apron part and didn't stop until the end, basically. I can imagine him knitting mittens for Ponyboy and Soda after reading that!

murderofcrows, I was thinking of skipping that and reading it later, but when I read 'black sequined gstring' I knew I had to read on. Hilarious. Especially all the gang being there and seeing him- how embarressing, lol. Imagine seeing your older sibling dancing around in a gstring [laugh]

[cooroo]

Murderofcrows, I actually found that story really disturbing. Funny, but slightly creepy Mainly the thought of a) Darry in a G-string and b) Two-Bit giving Tim a lapdance. I have nothing against slash (heck, I read it a fair bit), but the thought of Two-Bit and Tim...
That said, it still made me giggle, especially when Darry throws his shirt right onto Dally. I could just imagine Dallas slowly raising an eyebrow before handing it to some girl and walking out.
But, that said, an explanation as to why Dally, Steve, and Soda were there would be nice. I mean, are there only guys stripping? Or are there women too? Just a mention of a girl would clear this up a little more.
I'm sorry - this is my first ever time trying to give constructive criticism. You had to be my guinea pig
But it was pretty good. It definitely made me laugh.

[murderofcrows]

ok, one thing at a time

Aug 21, 2008 21:31:29 GMT -5 cooroo said:

Murderofcrows, I actually found that story really disturbing. Funny, but slightly creepy Mainly the thought of a) Darry in a G-string and b) Two-Bit giving Tim a lapdance. I have nothing against slash (heck, I read it a fair bit), but the thought of Two-Bit and Tim...

that's ok, it's not for everyone. like i said, it wasn't really intentional, but when i was rereading it through i'm like, "hey..." but i decided to leave it in there anyway, because i'm slightly demented and thought it was still funny

That said, it still made me giggle, especially when Darry throws his shirt right onto Dally. I could just imagine Dallas slowly raising an eyebrow before handing it to some girl and walking out.
But, that said, an explanation as to why Dally, Steve, and Soda were there would be nice. I mean, are there only guys stripping? Or are there women too? Just a mention of a girl would clear this up a little more.

sorry, i'll rewrite and explain the club a bit more. yes, there are girls stripping. it's a sort of "mixed club". and the reason they're there...well, they're guys, and they wanna see some girls...i think i'll add a line by soda or steve when they walk out, "well, this is the last time we take dally's advice..."

I'm sorry - this is my first ever time trying to give constructive criticism. You had to be my guinea pig
But it was pretty good. It definitely made me laugh.

you did well. you pointed out a couple of things that i'll add to it before i formally post it.

[ash]

Wow... . We've really got some freaky minds, don't we? ;D Good job, but it could be more explained how Dally, Soda, and Steve ended up here. To sexy!