Post by doctorpeggy on Jul 18, 2018 13:37:49 GMT
Prompt: Members of the Organization have a meeting in a very unusual place.
(I don't know what happened here. This story did not go according to plan at all, and I ended up starting over today. Well, on the plus side, after struggling with the original idea I had, I managed to have a lot of fun writing this second version, but see... the whole thing doesn't make very much sense. So, I hope that if nothing else, it makes you laugh!)
Word count: 827
Summary: What Vodka thought was going to be a meeting like any other turned into something Vodka hoped he would never have to try to understand.
Rainbow Strobe Lights
“We’re in a gym. Vermouth, why are we in a gym in the middle of the night?”
The woman shot Vodka a glance from the corner of her eye, but chose not to answer.
“I think,” said Bourbon slowly, “it’s because we need to work out our problems with each other.”
Vodka was sure now that he finally understood, after all these years, why Gin hated Bourbon so much.
“Okay one more pun like that and someone’s getting shot in the head,” growled Gin.
Vermouth, coolly ignoring everyone else in the room, stepped forward from where she was leaning against the wall.
“We’re here to discuss the fact that many of our members are lacking in physical strength.”
“Except the boss and Rum, it seems,” muttered Korn under his breath.
Vodka blinked. He’s always known Vermouth was crazy, but surely she wasn’t that crazy. Surely she didn’t think any of them would need training in a gym.
“Hey, it’s cool and all that we’re here, but I’ve got my gun, I don’t need anything more than that,” drawled Chianti.
Bourbon smirked.
“Oh, you need it more than you think.”
And all the gym equipment promptly turned into a disturbingly large number of Bourbons.
“None of you are professionally trained in combat,” they said in unison, then they fell silent.
It was eerie.
Not to mention that Vodka was pretty sure he had undergone some serious training when he’d first joined the organisation.
Vermouth pulled out a single soggy cigarette from her pocket and lit it. Then she handed it to a Bourbon, presumably the original one, if none of the Bourbons had moved.
And still, there was silence.
Vodka thought he might have drunk a bit much when he was finishing up that deal with the guy at the bar.
Or maybe someone had put something in his drink.
Or maybe he had died of a heart attack before he’d reached the gym and this was his hell, his punishment for being a criminal.
And he hadn’t really believed in hell, but as the thought crossed his mind, he was convinced that if he was going to go to hell, this is what it would look like.
“Oh, do you want to play, Bourbon?” asked Kir with an uncharacteristic smirk on her face.
And then, when she laughed, the lights went out.
And as soon as they got turned back on, Vodka found that all the Bourbons in the room had turned into Kir.
It was disturbing.
It was very disturbing.
And Vodka was starting to feel faint.
“You!” all the Kirs boomed, their fingers pointed straight at Bourbon.
“Me,” grinned Bourbon, and suddenly his cigarette was a pillowcase, but then it was a cigarette again.
“You…” the Kirs chorused again.
“Stop it!” screamed Gin.
And Vodka was glad, because he had been on the verge of screaming, too.
He’d have to check what had been in his dinner, he really would.
Bourbon flung his cigarette at the ground, and Vodka realized he had never put it between his lips, only taken it and held it between his fingers.
Vermouth raised her foot to stamp on it, but Bourbon beat her to it.
She stamped on his foot.
Vodka watched in horror when the man tried to pull his foot out from under Vermouths and ended up separating his foot from the rest of his body.
Where there should have been a horrid mess of flesh and blood there was blinding light.
Blinding rainbow light.
Blinding rainbow light that flashed on and off and made Vodka’s head hurt.
“Oops!” giggled Bourbon, “My foot has come off!”
And then the rainbow light spread up his ankle and a few seconds later Vodka saw it creep up Bourbon’s neck and down his arms.
Vodka couldn’t look any longer, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
And then the light flashed all over Vodka’s vision, and he was forced to shut his eyes as his head exploded in pain.
He found himself in a bed when he opened them.
He found himself in his own bed
In his current apartment.
The sun was coming in pale, slanted morning rays through the window.
And his head felt like there were a billion bricks on it.
He remembered drinking a lot the night before.
He remembered barely making it to his apartment.
And then… a dream about rainbow lights?
He wasn’t sure.
But what he was sure about was that he had dreamed up something really, really terrible.
When he met Bourbon later that week, he had an irrational urge to take a look at the guy’s feet, but he couldn’t understand why, so he kept himself from doing it.
And just as he turned around to leave, he saw, from the corner of his eye, flashing rainbow light reflected on the windows of the building next to him.
(I apologize for this mess. I found after rewriting my original plan multiple times that I could only manage to do this prompt if I did something completely ridiculous, so it then ended up like this. Please don't kill me for this.)
(I don't know what happened here. This story did not go according to plan at all, and I ended up starting over today. Well, on the plus side, after struggling with the original idea I had, I managed to have a lot of fun writing this second version, but see... the whole thing doesn't make very much sense. So, I hope that if nothing else, it makes you laugh!)
Word count: 827
Summary: What Vodka thought was going to be a meeting like any other turned into something Vodka hoped he would never have to try to understand.
Rainbow Strobe Lights
“We’re in a gym. Vermouth, why are we in a gym in the middle of the night?”
The woman shot Vodka a glance from the corner of her eye, but chose not to answer.
“I think,” said Bourbon slowly, “it’s because we need to work out our problems with each other.”
Vodka was sure now that he finally understood, after all these years, why Gin hated Bourbon so much.
“Okay one more pun like that and someone’s getting shot in the head,” growled Gin.
Vermouth, coolly ignoring everyone else in the room, stepped forward from where she was leaning against the wall.
“We’re here to discuss the fact that many of our members are lacking in physical strength.”
“Except the boss and Rum, it seems,” muttered Korn under his breath.
Vodka blinked. He’s always known Vermouth was crazy, but surely she wasn’t that crazy. Surely she didn’t think any of them would need training in a gym.
“Hey, it’s cool and all that we’re here, but I’ve got my gun, I don’t need anything more than that,” drawled Chianti.
Bourbon smirked.
“Oh, you need it more than you think.”
And all the gym equipment promptly turned into a disturbingly large number of Bourbons.
“None of you are professionally trained in combat,” they said in unison, then they fell silent.
It was eerie.
Not to mention that Vodka was pretty sure he had undergone some serious training when he’d first joined the organisation.
Vermouth pulled out a single soggy cigarette from her pocket and lit it. Then she handed it to a Bourbon, presumably the original one, if none of the Bourbons had moved.
And still, there was silence.
Vodka thought he might have drunk a bit much when he was finishing up that deal with the guy at the bar.
Or maybe someone had put something in his drink.
Or maybe he had died of a heart attack before he’d reached the gym and this was his hell, his punishment for being a criminal.
And he hadn’t really believed in hell, but as the thought crossed his mind, he was convinced that if he was going to go to hell, this is what it would look like.
“Oh, do you want to play, Bourbon?” asked Kir with an uncharacteristic smirk on her face.
And then, when she laughed, the lights went out.
And as soon as they got turned back on, Vodka found that all the Bourbons in the room had turned into Kir.
It was disturbing.
It was very disturbing.
And Vodka was starting to feel faint.
“You!” all the Kirs boomed, their fingers pointed straight at Bourbon.
“Me,” grinned Bourbon, and suddenly his cigarette was a pillowcase, but then it was a cigarette again.
“You…” the Kirs chorused again.
“Stop it!” screamed Gin.
And Vodka was glad, because he had been on the verge of screaming, too.
He’d have to check what had been in his dinner, he really would.
Bourbon flung his cigarette at the ground, and Vodka realized he had never put it between his lips, only taken it and held it between his fingers.
Vermouth raised her foot to stamp on it, but Bourbon beat her to it.
She stamped on his foot.
Vodka watched in horror when the man tried to pull his foot out from under Vermouths and ended up separating his foot from the rest of his body.
Where there should have been a horrid mess of flesh and blood there was blinding light.
Blinding rainbow light.
Blinding rainbow light that flashed on and off and made Vodka’s head hurt.
“Oops!” giggled Bourbon, “My foot has come off!”
And then the rainbow light spread up his ankle and a few seconds later Vodka saw it creep up Bourbon’s neck and down his arms.
Vodka couldn’t look any longer, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
And then the light flashed all over Vodka’s vision, and he was forced to shut his eyes as his head exploded in pain.
He found himself in a bed when he opened them.
He found himself in his own bed
In his current apartment.
The sun was coming in pale, slanted morning rays through the window.
And his head felt like there were a billion bricks on it.
He remembered drinking a lot the night before.
He remembered barely making it to his apartment.
And then… a dream about rainbow lights?
He wasn’t sure.
But what he was sure about was that he had dreamed up something really, really terrible.
When he met Bourbon later that week, he had an irrational urge to take a look at the guy’s feet, but he couldn’t understand why, so he kept himself from doing it.
And just as he turned around to leave, he saw, from the corner of his eye, flashing rainbow light reflected on the windows of the building next to him.
(I apologize for this mess. I found after rewriting my original plan multiple times that I could only manage to do this prompt if I did something completely ridiculous, so it then ended up like this. Please don't kill me for this.)