Tequila Shots (Guitar Hero, Casey Lynch/Pandora)
Title: Tequila Shots
Author/Artist: Dauthi
Fandom: Guitar Hero
Pairing: Casey Lynch/Pandora
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, really, unless you count alcoholism
Word Count: 1265
Request: #19, Nearing/Approach
Summary: Pandora pays a visit to Casey's trailer after a concert.
Author's Note: I don’t know how much canon there can be in Guitar Hero, (or in-character-ness) but I just took it starting off from Guitar Hero III, where Pandora has left her days of rocking out as the Dark Princess of Rock, apparently. I only own Guitar Hero II and III, so anything/anyone that was in Guitar Hero I but not the other games I know nothing about.
Pandora crunched up the snow-covered steps and rapped lightly on the metal door of the trailer, then watched fog drift from her mouth while she waited. Party sounds rumbled inside. She heard a glass bottle shatter, and raucous laughter.
The door was suddenly yanked open, and Pandora whipped around to see Casey Lynch, with a leather bra and leather pants on, and a half-empty beer bottle in her hand. What else was new?
“Pandora!” she squealed, enveloping the girl in a fierce hug. “Oh, you look so warm in that pretty coat you have on!”
Pandora blinked. “And you look, uh, half-naked,” she said, not quite sure what to say.
Casey giggled, then winked.
“Come in, come in,” she said, pulling Pandora inside and shutting the door behind her. She flipped Pandora’s hood over and brushed off a few snowflakes from her bangs.
“Oh, your hair!” Casey exclaimed, “it’s brown!”
“Er, yeah,” Pandora replied. “It was a bit of a hassle to keep dying it blue by myself, since I don’t have a stylist anymore.”
Casey stared at Pandora for a few moments, and Pandora blushed under her gaze, casting her eyes to a corner of the room. Suddenly Casey grinned and yelled, “Well, I think it’s gorgeous.” She lurched forward and enveloped Pandora in another crushing hug.
Pandora gasped for air, alternating between shades of red and purple.
“C-casey,” she wheezed, jabbing feebly at Casey’s exposed midriff.
Casey let go of Pandora, only to pinch her cheeks, grinning. “Aww,” Casey said, “you’re all red.”
“Thank you,” Pandora scowled, “Now could you please go away?”
“This is my trailer,” Casey said matter-of-factly, taking a swig of beer. "I'm why you're here."
“I’m still going to kill you if you do that again,” Pandora growled.
Casey giggled annoyingly again.
“You might have been the Dark Princess of Rock, but we all know you’re just a little blue teddy bear,” she said.
“Well, I guess you’re just a teddy bear now. Anyway,” Casey continued, strutting off towards the living room, “Vodka, rum, coke and orange juice are in the mini-fridge, beer is sitting in the case on top of it, and we have tequila and limes on the table. Help yourself to whatever!”
“Bitch,” Pandora muttered, shrugging off her coat and following Casey into the room. She yanked open the mini-fridge door with uncharacteristic ferocity, mixed herself a drink, and collapsed into an armchair, glaring at everyone who gave her their cursory greetings.
They were all watching television, Jackass or something like that, and Pandora followed the ridiculous antics on it without much interest until suddenly the leather-clad butt of Casey blocked her vision.
“What are you doing now?” Pandora groaned, covering her eyes.
“What,” Casey asked, in mock hurt, “Do you not want me around?”
Ignoring any response Pandora might have made, she plopped herself down into Pandora’s lap and snuggled in to the crook of her neck.
“You smell like Herbal Essences,” Casey sighed.
“And you smell like alcohol,” Pandora grumbled.
She looked out at the rest of the group, noting their expressions of simultaneous jealousy and sympathy. Casey had once claimed to her that her band consisted entirely of people whose hearts she had broken. Pandora didn’t doubt it. Of course, then Casey had went on to tickle Pandora under the chin and inform her that she could be in the band one day. Pandora began scowling at that memory once more.
She focused on the television again, and a few people stopped by: some old people she knew, like Izzy Sparks, who had become fabulously more flamboyant, as if that were even possible, and some new people, such as that strange girl Midori with her massive purple pigtails. Casey never got up to meet them personally at the door like she did with Pandora. In fact, Casey didn’t even greet them once they came in. It was like she had fallen asleep.
Pandora suddenly realized that Casey indeed, had fallen asleep. She was snoring very loudly into Pandora’s neck, tongue flickering out occasionally for no apparent reason except to unconsciously irritate Pandora more. Pandora sighed and shifted uncomfortably. She smiled tiredly at Izzy, who grinned back teasingly, then fended off the overactive Midori, who apparently had long revered Pandora and was now jumping about in extreme excitement.
Casey woke up with a massive frown from Midori’s piercing shrieks - not that Pandora could blame Casey - just long enough to punch Midori in her stomach viciously. It was not enough time for Pandora to rise and escape though, for quick as lightning Casey latched on to Pandora again, causing them both to fall back against the couch, a slight grunt escaping from Pandora.
Midori began crying in jerky hiccups, and it wasn’t until Izzy placated her by giving her his peacock headdress that the room became quiet again. Or less loud, anyway. It was hard to have quiet with a man that walked around wearing bells and peacock feathers, three very drunk rockers watching Jackass, and a girl who snored god-awful-loudly into Pandora’s neck. Presently Midori became a purple puffball of energy again, and Pandora groaned and squeezed her eyes shut against the light and the noise.
She must have fallen asleep, because when she awoke the music had been turned down and there were only empty bottles rolling around on the floor. Someone was tickling her with a feather duster… or a giant peacock feather, as her vision came into focus. It was Casey on the other end, of course.
“Oh look, you woke up,” Casey said, retracting her feather.
“Did everyone else leave?” Pandora yawned.
“Well, a few of them we forcibly kicked out,” Casey said - probably Midori - “but yeah, they all left in the end.”
“Alright, cool,” Pandora replied, rising from the couch and staggering towards the exit.
A hand grabbed her right arm tightly.
“Hey, hey, where do you think you’re going?” Casey asked.
“Leaving?” Pandora said in confusion.
“Are you sure?” Casey asked, her arm dropping to Pandora’s waist and pulling her close. Pandora stared blankly back, her legs shaking and unsteady beneath her.
“Come to bed with me,” Casey said simply, eyes burning with lust.
Pandora suddenly realized that the music that was playing was not turned-down heavy rock, as she’d heard when she first walked in, but some strange seductive tango.
She scrambled for a response, and finally blurted out, “But you snore really loudly!”
Casey let go of her in surprise and Pandora nearly fell, saved only by the support of the armchair.
“I do? No one’s ever told me that. Probably too scared to, actually,” Casey mused, a dangerous glint coming into her eye.
“Oh well,” she said, after an interminably long silence which terrified Pandora. Turning around, she began sashaying away.
“You coming?” she asked Pandora.
Pandora stood still, mesmerized by the curves of Casey’s body.
“Can I do shots off your tattoo?” she called after Casey.
“You can do shots off my ass, it’s much sexier that way,” Casey said, turning her head around and grinning ferally.
“Now fucking hurry up and come. My ass isn't going to be waiting for you forever, you know.”
Author/Artist: Dauthi
Fandom: Guitar Hero
Pairing: Casey Lynch/Pandora
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, really, unless you count alcoholism
Word Count: 1265
Request: #19, Nearing/Approach
Summary: Pandora pays a visit to Casey's trailer after a concert.
Author's Note: I don’t know how much canon there can be in Guitar Hero, (or in-character-ness) but I just took it starting off from Guitar Hero III, where Pandora has left her days of rocking out as the Dark Princess of Rock, apparently. I only own Guitar Hero II and III, so anything/anyone that was in Guitar Hero I but not the other games I know nothing about.
Pandora crunched up the snow-covered steps and rapped lightly on the metal door of the trailer, then watched fog drift from her mouth while she waited. Party sounds rumbled inside. She heard a glass bottle shatter, and raucous laughter.
The door was suddenly yanked open, and Pandora whipped around to see Casey Lynch, with a leather bra and leather pants on, and a half-empty beer bottle in her hand. What else was new?
“Pandora!” she squealed, enveloping the girl in a fierce hug. “Oh, you look so warm in that pretty coat you have on!”
Pandora blinked. “And you look, uh, half-naked,” she said, not quite sure what to say.
Casey giggled, then winked.
“Come in, come in,” she said, pulling Pandora inside and shutting the door behind her. She flipped Pandora’s hood over and brushed off a few snowflakes from her bangs.
“Oh, your hair!” Casey exclaimed, “it’s brown!”
“Er, yeah,” Pandora replied. “It was a bit of a hassle to keep dying it blue by myself, since I don’t have a stylist anymore.”
Casey stared at Pandora for a few moments, and Pandora blushed under her gaze, casting her eyes to a corner of the room. Suddenly Casey grinned and yelled, “Well, I think it’s gorgeous.” She lurched forward and enveloped Pandora in another crushing hug.
Pandora gasped for air, alternating between shades of red and purple.
“C-casey,” she wheezed, jabbing feebly at Casey’s exposed midriff.
Casey let go of Pandora, only to pinch her cheeks, grinning. “Aww,” Casey said, “you’re all red.”
“Thank you,” Pandora scowled, “Now could you please go away?”
“This is my trailer,” Casey said matter-of-factly, taking a swig of beer. "I'm why you're here."
“I’m still going to kill you if you do that again,” Pandora growled.
Casey giggled annoyingly again.
“You might have been the Dark Princess of Rock, but we all know you’re just a little blue teddy bear,” she said.
“Well, I guess you’re just a teddy bear now. Anyway,” Casey continued, strutting off towards the living room, “Vodka, rum, coke and orange juice are in the mini-fridge, beer is sitting in the case on top of it, and we have tequila and limes on the table. Help yourself to whatever!”
“Bitch,” Pandora muttered, shrugging off her coat and following Casey into the room. She yanked open the mini-fridge door with uncharacteristic ferocity, mixed herself a drink, and collapsed into an armchair, glaring at everyone who gave her their cursory greetings.
They were all watching television, Jackass or something like that, and Pandora followed the ridiculous antics on it without much interest until suddenly the leather-clad butt of Casey blocked her vision.
“What are you doing now?” Pandora groaned, covering her eyes.
“What,” Casey asked, in mock hurt, “Do you not want me around?”
Ignoring any response Pandora might have made, she plopped herself down into Pandora’s lap and snuggled in to the crook of her neck.
“You smell like Herbal Essences,” Casey sighed.
“And you smell like alcohol,” Pandora grumbled.
She looked out at the rest of the group, noting their expressions of simultaneous jealousy and sympathy. Casey had once claimed to her that her band consisted entirely of people whose hearts she had broken. Pandora didn’t doubt it. Of course, then Casey had went on to tickle Pandora under the chin and inform her that she could be in the band one day. Pandora began scowling at that memory once more.
She focused on the television again, and a few people stopped by: some old people she knew, like Izzy Sparks, who had become fabulously more flamboyant, as if that were even possible, and some new people, such as that strange girl Midori with her massive purple pigtails. Casey never got up to meet them personally at the door like she did with Pandora. In fact, Casey didn’t even greet them once they came in. It was like she had fallen asleep.
Pandora suddenly realized that Casey indeed, had fallen asleep. She was snoring very loudly into Pandora’s neck, tongue flickering out occasionally for no apparent reason except to unconsciously irritate Pandora more. Pandora sighed and shifted uncomfortably. She smiled tiredly at Izzy, who grinned back teasingly, then fended off the overactive Midori, who apparently had long revered Pandora and was now jumping about in extreme excitement.
Casey woke up with a massive frown from Midori’s piercing shrieks - not that Pandora could blame Casey - just long enough to punch Midori in her stomach viciously. It was not enough time for Pandora to rise and escape though, for quick as lightning Casey latched on to Pandora again, causing them both to fall back against the couch, a slight grunt escaping from Pandora.
Midori began crying in jerky hiccups, and it wasn’t until Izzy placated her by giving her his peacock headdress that the room became quiet again. Or less loud, anyway. It was hard to have quiet with a man that walked around wearing bells and peacock feathers, three very drunk rockers watching Jackass, and a girl who snored god-awful-loudly into Pandora’s neck. Presently Midori became a purple puffball of energy again, and Pandora groaned and squeezed her eyes shut against the light and the noise.
She must have fallen asleep, because when she awoke the music had been turned down and there were only empty bottles rolling around on the floor. Someone was tickling her with a feather duster… or a giant peacock feather, as her vision came into focus. It was Casey on the other end, of course.
“Oh look, you woke up,” Casey said, retracting her feather.
“Did everyone else leave?” Pandora yawned.
“Well, a few of them we forcibly kicked out,” Casey said - probably Midori - “but yeah, they all left in the end.”
“Alright, cool,” Pandora replied, rising from the couch and staggering towards the exit.
A hand grabbed her right arm tightly.
“Hey, hey, where do you think you’re going?” Casey asked.
“Leaving?” Pandora said in confusion.
“Are you sure?” Casey asked, her arm dropping to Pandora’s waist and pulling her close. Pandora stared blankly back, her legs shaking and unsteady beneath her.
“Come to bed with me,” Casey said simply, eyes burning with lust.
Pandora suddenly realized that the music that was playing was not turned-down heavy rock, as she’d heard when she first walked in, but some strange seductive tango.
She scrambled for a response, and finally blurted out, “But you snore really loudly!”
Casey let go of her in surprise and Pandora nearly fell, saved only by the support of the armchair.
“I do? No one’s ever told me that. Probably too scared to, actually,” Casey mused, a dangerous glint coming into her eye.
“Oh well,” she said, after an interminably long silence which terrified Pandora. Turning around, she began sashaying away.
“You coming?” she asked Pandora.
Pandora stood still, mesmerized by the curves of Casey’s body.
“Can I do shots off your tattoo?” she called after Casey.
“You can do shots off my ass, it’s much sexier that way,” Casey said, turning her head around and grinning ferally.
“Now fucking hurry up and come. My ass isn't going to be waiting for you forever, you know.”