Fic: Late night party [Part 1/5]
Title: Late night party [Part 1]
Fandom: RPDR
Author: molkita
Beta: -
Pairing: Rajila
Word Count: 975
Rating: G (so far)
Warning: No warning whatsoever
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Fictional situation.
Summary: "Now, shut up and be thankful for the magic I’ll be working on your face or I’ll paint you like a clown."
Note: I was planning to go for the truth or dare prompt(at the artificialqueens tumblr) but I guess it ended up going in a different direction? This was the first fic I have ever written for the RPDR fandom, this chapter is quite short.
** Originally posted here.
In the beginning, he thought that touring would always be a blast. That it would be all about drinking expensive cocktails, late night fun with his friends and fans, holding concerts and just having a good time in general. Had anyone told him he would be this drained he would surely have never believed it. No one told him it would be this hectic and he could never have guessed that it would actually get to a point where the thing he was looking forward to the most was a break. That was a first for the workaholic he was known for being.
Well, everyone was entitles to have their limits and he was surely reaching his.
He rolled on the huge hotel bed and hugged one of the fluffy pillows, reaching out with lazy movements to grab the remote that allowed him to shut down the TV and turn off the lights with a push to a couple of buttons. He sighed satisfied when the comforting darkness surrounded him, pulling the blankets up to his chin and already hoping for nice dreams when he heard a knock on his door.
He closed his eyes, determined to pretend he was already asleep but when he heard the voice that followed the next knock he knew he would never be able to ignore the person. His friend wasn’t one to give up so easily and he surely had a tendency to be consistently annoyingly when he wanted something. And, right now, it was clear as day that he wanted to have a word with him.
“Raja! Open the door! Rajaaaaa, rajarajarajarajarajaaaaaaa-”
Having had enough, he sat up on his bed with a huff.
“God, bitch, would you shut up?” He jumped out of bed, not caring enough even to put his slippers on and he strode to the door, unlocking and opening it with one fluid motion. “What? Did anyone die?”
“Your sense of humor, apparently.” Karl remarked with a sassy shrug and winked when Sutan rolled his eyes. “Damn bitch why are you looking like you are about to go to bed?” He asked surprised as he looked up and down Sutan’s dark blue silk robe.
“Maybe because I was getting ready to sleep the moment you attempted to break into my room.”
“What?! But it’s only 11 p.m.! I know you are old, but that never prevented you from partying after a show before.”
Sutan flicked the smaller man on the forehead for his offensive comment. He was not that old!
“Well, some of us do feel tired from time to time.” He crossed his arms over his chest to make his comment sound even more serious. But he couldn’t hold back a smile when he noticed his friend was still rubbing his forehead with an exaggerated pained expression.
“Why are you being such a dick? You don’t have to hit me for saying the truth about you being an ancient queen.” He ducked, giggling, when Sutan tried to flick his forehead again. “But seriously, bitch! You can’t sleep right now,” he complained in a whiny voice as he pushed past Sutan and entered the room without asking for permission. “The other girls are planning on holding a party at Bianca’s room, we can’t say no to Bianca’s invitation. That would be rude.”
“Talking about rude,” Sutan gestured around as Karl turned the offending lights on.
“Oh, come on! You know you want to go.” He wasn’t even looking in the other man’s direction as he rummaged through the drawers of the dressing table. “All the girls are going to be there. Besides, since we won’t have another show until very late tomorrow, we can all get wasted and have a laugh together, what’s not to like about that?”
“I know it sounds fun but I’m just so fucking tired today.” He walked in the direction of the bed dragging his feet as if to emphasize his words. “I just feel like sleeping.”
“Aw, no baby, please! Come with me, it won’t be the same without you there.”
Sutan turned his head to look at the other man and, sure enough, the pout he could listen through his voice was adorning his face.
“If you end up convincing me to go you will have to take care of me if I pass out from exhaustion there.” He laughed when Karl looked at him with the brightest smile.
“But of course! I always take good care of my Heathers. In fact, here,” He pushed Sutan to lie on the bed. “Lie down and relax a bit, will you? I will put on some makeup on us both so we won’t get to the party looking like boogers.”
“How dare you? I never look like a booger, I’m always fabulous. You on the other hand…” His lips were curved in a soft smile as he watched Karl side eye him in feign threat.
“As if, bitch. Now, shut up and be thankful for the magic I’ll be working on your face or I’ll paint you like a clown.”
“Oh, so not only the party will be at Bianca’s room but it’ll also be Bianca themed?”
Karl laughed out loud.
“My god, you are such a bitch.” He kissed Sutan’s cheek. “That’s why I love you. Hold up, I’ll get your makeup kit.”
Sutan closed his eyes and tried to snooze even if only for a bit, waiting for Karl to come back with his supplies of choice to work on their faces. Yeah, he was tired but he just couldn’t skip a party and let everyone accuse him of being too old to keep up with the younger ones, could he? And if the party wasn’t worth the effort at the end, he could just blame Karl and make him pay later for his terrible choices.
Part 2
Fandom: RPDR
Author: molkita
Beta: -
Pairing: Rajila
Word Count: 975
Rating: G (so far)
Warning: No warning whatsoever
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Fictional situation.
Summary: "Now, shut up and be thankful for the magic I’ll be working on your face or I’ll paint you like a clown."
Note: I was planning to go for the truth or dare prompt(at the artificialqueens tumblr) but I guess it ended up going in a different direction? This was the first fic I have ever written for the RPDR fandom, this chapter is quite short.
** Originally posted here.
In the beginning, he thought that touring would always be a blast. That it would be all about drinking expensive cocktails, late night fun with his friends and fans, holding concerts and just having a good time in general. Had anyone told him he would be this drained he would surely have never believed it. No one told him it would be this hectic and he could never have guessed that it would actually get to a point where the thing he was looking forward to the most was a break. That was a first for the workaholic he was known for being.
Well, everyone was entitles to have their limits and he was surely reaching his.
He rolled on the huge hotel bed and hugged one of the fluffy pillows, reaching out with lazy movements to grab the remote that allowed him to shut down the TV and turn off the lights with a push to a couple of buttons. He sighed satisfied when the comforting darkness surrounded him, pulling the blankets up to his chin and already hoping for nice dreams when he heard a knock on his door.
He closed his eyes, determined to pretend he was already asleep but when he heard the voice that followed the next knock he knew he would never be able to ignore the person. His friend wasn’t one to give up so easily and he surely had a tendency to be consistently annoyingly when he wanted something. And, right now, it was clear as day that he wanted to have a word with him.
“Raja! Open the door! Rajaaaaa, rajarajarajarajarajaaaaaaa-”
Having had enough, he sat up on his bed with a huff.
“God, bitch, would you shut up?” He jumped out of bed, not caring enough even to put his slippers on and he strode to the door, unlocking and opening it with one fluid motion. “What? Did anyone die?”
“Your sense of humor, apparently.” Karl remarked with a sassy shrug and winked when Sutan rolled his eyes. “Damn bitch why are you looking like you are about to go to bed?” He asked surprised as he looked up and down Sutan’s dark blue silk robe.
“Maybe because I was getting ready to sleep the moment you attempted to break into my room.”
“What?! But it’s only 11 p.m.! I know you are old, but that never prevented you from partying after a show before.”
Sutan flicked the smaller man on the forehead for his offensive comment. He was not that old!
“Well, some of us do feel tired from time to time.” He crossed his arms over his chest to make his comment sound even more serious. But he couldn’t hold back a smile when he noticed his friend was still rubbing his forehead with an exaggerated pained expression.
“Why are you being such a dick? You don’t have to hit me for saying the truth about you being an ancient queen.” He ducked, giggling, when Sutan tried to flick his forehead again. “But seriously, bitch! You can’t sleep right now,” he complained in a whiny voice as he pushed past Sutan and entered the room without asking for permission. “The other girls are planning on holding a party at Bianca’s room, we can’t say no to Bianca’s invitation. That would be rude.”
“Talking about rude,” Sutan gestured around as Karl turned the offending lights on.
“Oh, come on! You know you want to go.” He wasn’t even looking in the other man’s direction as he rummaged through the drawers of the dressing table. “All the girls are going to be there. Besides, since we won’t have another show until very late tomorrow, we can all get wasted and have a laugh together, what’s not to like about that?”
“I know it sounds fun but I’m just so fucking tired today.” He walked in the direction of the bed dragging his feet as if to emphasize his words. “I just feel like sleeping.”
“Aw, no baby, please! Come with me, it won’t be the same without you there.”
Sutan turned his head to look at the other man and, sure enough, the pout he could listen through his voice was adorning his face.
“If you end up convincing me to go you will have to take care of me if I pass out from exhaustion there.” He laughed when Karl looked at him with the brightest smile.
“But of course! I always take good care of my Heathers. In fact, here,” He pushed Sutan to lie on the bed. “Lie down and relax a bit, will you? I will put on some makeup on us both so we won’t get to the party looking like boogers.”
“How dare you? I never look like a booger, I’m always fabulous. You on the other hand…” His lips were curved in a soft smile as he watched Karl side eye him in feign threat.
“As if, bitch. Now, shut up and be thankful for the magic I’ll be working on your face or I’ll paint you like a clown.”
“Oh, so not only the party will be at Bianca’s room but it’ll also be Bianca themed?”
Karl laughed out loud.
“My god, you are such a bitch.” He kissed Sutan’s cheek. “That’s why I love you. Hold up, I’ll get your makeup kit.”
Sutan closed his eyes and tried to snooze even if only for a bit, waiting for Karl to come back with his supplies of choice to work on their faces. Yeah, he was tired but he just couldn’t skip a party and let everyone accuse him of being too old to keep up with the younger ones, could he? And if the party wasn’t worth the effort at the end, he could just blame Karl and make him pay later for his terrible choices.
Part 2