Fanfic: Waterloo, The Sequel. White Cortina, Gen
Title: Waterloo, The Sequel
Rating: PG for Gene Hunt, White Cortina (Gen)
Word Count/Length: 512 words
Notes: No spoilers, slightly cracky and just for fun. Made for chamekke who wanted a sequel for I feel like I win when I lose
Summary: Sam makes Gene watch the Eurovision Song Festival with him
“I’m not watching it.”
“You have to, Gene.”
“No, I don’t. And I won’t.”
Sam sighed, before grinning slyly “Then how do you know I’m not lying when I tell you the result afterwards?”
Gene scoffed, not falling for that one “Good point, Gladys, if it wasn’t for the fact that I’m sure they’ll announce it in the 6 o’clock news the next day, not to mention the fact that they’ll play the song for months on end on the radio.”
“Do you even watch the news…”
“Oi, I’ll have you know I’m very world-wise.”
“As long as that world is limited to Manchester.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
Sam rolled his eyes “What about the rest of the world?”
“Don’t matter. The world would be a much better place if everyone just minded their own business and let decent coppers do their job. And I’m still not watching it.”
“I’ll make popcorn~”
“… Fine. But if the glitters and bright colours make me seizure, I’ll make sure to fall on top of you.”
~
Several beers and a half-empty bowl of popcorn later found the two perched on the couch in front of the TV. “It’s not all just glitter and corny, you know. There’s decent songs in there too.”
“Where?”
“Come on, England’s entry isn’t so bad. Cliff Richard is alright.”
“Never liked that nonce. What kind of a poofy song is that anyway? They should at least have sent in a bird.”
“Well, they will next year.”
“Another fabulous prediction, Gladys?”
“Yeah, Olivia Newton-John.”
“That’d be better. What’s wrong with his knees and his arm?”
“It’s called dancing, Gene.”
“That’s no bloody dancing. They’re all over the place.”
“I admit it’s a little odd… still, not as odd as some.”
“Really? Like whom?”
“Weelll… like, in 2006 the winner was… er… will be a Finnish group called Lordi and they perform dressed up as monsters, make-up, prosthetics and everything like from a movie. The song’s ‘Hard Rock Halleluiah’, but I have to admit it was kind of catchy…”
Gene snorted, writing off the comment as his DI having had too much alcohol. Mind you, he really needed more too right now. Time to break out the scotch. “Yeah, right. Although… it can’t possibly be as bad as this.”
“… I’ll have to agree to that.” Both of them winced as they watched the Belgian couple dance in purple jumpsuits to a tacky song.
Gene’s eye twitched “I wish this thing had a button to turn it back to black and white.”
~
“Hah! Sweden didn’t win! You lost, Sam.” Gene smirked as he looked down to his DI, but he only shook his head defiantly.
Sam had to admit he had no idea who won in 1973. Luxembourg, who knew? Now the famous and catchy Abba song, that was easy to remember, or hard to forget. “No, I didn’t. I said Abba will win in 1974, not in 1973.”
There was a moment of silence after his statement.
“… Then why the bloody hell did we just watch this bollocks!?”
Author's notes: For those that are curious, this was UK's entry: Cliff Richard and this was Belgium's: Nicole en Hugo
Oh, and this was the 2006 winner: Lordi Honestly? I liked them =P