anti-OTP Roger/Collins, because we feel like it!

[kissestospare]

This is a Collins. This is a Collins sprawled out on a couch with a half-smoked joint and a bottle of Stoli nearby, happily flipping through a treatise on anarchy he found somewhere. Come and bother him, he's well on his way to high, drunk, and happy.

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[findonesong]

"Heey, Collins man." And here comes Roger to lean over the edge of the couch and grin down at his other best friend. "What's the story, morning glory?"

[kissestospare]

Collins salutes him with the Stoli bottle. "Noooot much, Mr. Davis. What's the word, mockingbird?" And there's a big grin.

[findonesong]

"Have you heard about - what the fuck were their names anyway?" Just because Roger was in the musical in question, that's no reason for him to remember anything about it. Really.

[kissestospare]

"I have no fuckin' clue, Rogy," he laughs and sits up. "Ask Maur." Collins has no clue about musical theater, obviously. He pats the seat next to him, too. "And come sit, I was getting bored."

[findonesong]

"So are you, Mr. Collins." Roger leans his head against Collins, sighing in contentment. "I vote we not move for awhile."

[kissestospare]

"This sounds like a good plan." He leans up to press another slightly less-platonic kiss to Roger's cheek. "Want another hit?"

[findonesong]

"Is the Pope Catholic?" And normally, Collins!kissing would be cause for thought, but you know, when you get right down to it? It's Collins, so therefore it's cool and of the good.

[kissestospare]

"Yes, yes he is." So Collins offer him the joint and pulls away a bit to busy himself with pouring them both Stoli. "There. Now it's a real party."