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brolociraptor) wrote2012-08-30 06:22 pm
brolociraptor) wrote2012-08-30 06:22 pm
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mini fic thing
He's not really sure if Party remembers the conversation they had in bed the morning after what Brad's publicist calls The Vegas Incident. But Brad definitely does. He doesn't bring it up, because he's a little afraid that actually getting a ring will be too scary, too final. But as he thinks about it more and more, he realizes that he really wants one.
So that's why he has to be careful as he walks down the streets of London, looking for a jewelery store. Can't be recognized by anybody, or he's going to have to answer a metric fuckton of questions about rings and marriage and Vegas, and he already has to do that in interviews.
At first he's not even sure what to do. He's never been married before, obviously, so for a while he kind of just stands in the store and tries not to look lost, biting his lip and staring at the glass counters for a while before someone finally takes pity on him and slides over to ask if he needs help. The relief on Brad's face must be totally obvious, because the girl giggles and tells him she'll help however she can.
Her name's Lena, and she's got this soft voice and an accent that isn't totally distracting, and the best part is she only vaguely recognizes Brad. In fact it's not until halfway through her showing him some of the more expensive rings that she asks him if they've met before, and he kind of just laughs and admits who he is sheepishly. To her credit, Lena just smiles all wide and tells him she likes the TCC songs she's heard on the radio, and promises him as he leaves with his two brand new rings that she won't tell anybody that he was here, not even the media. Brad thanks her, offers to get her tickets or something -- and then leaves, rings pocketed.
They're pretty simple, but Brad stares at them for a long time when he gets back to the hotel, hand on the back of his neck. Party had said he'd wanted a ring, right? Right? But it doesn't stop Brad's chest from getting all tight and nervous and eventually Galen has to come over and shake Brad's shoulder to pull him out of the mini heart attack he's having.
"Chill, dude," Galen tells him, rolling his eyes. Later, Daphne hits him on the arm and tells him Party's an idiot if he doesn't like it, and Terri agrees vehemently, waving a drumstick at Brad.
So they tour. Brad plays every show with his ring on, and eventually, the fans start to notice. They know about the whole marriage thing, and Brad plays it up, acts innocent, what are you talking about, what ring? Pretends he doesn't see it when he signs things, when the fans are like, that ring, right there! He doesn't show anybody outside his band the matching one. Party never says anything, but Brad links him to videos of the shows when they talk, the ones where the fans speculate on the ring in the comments, and Brad makes no effort to hide the glitter gold on his finger. Party knows Brad has at least one ring, Brad's sure of it, and he's almost certain that it's bothering Party that it doesn't seem like there's a matching one.
And then the tour ends; after countless phone calls and text messages and skype sessions, the tour ends, and Brad gets on the plane and goes home.
There's always people waiting in the airports, people with cameras, media and fans alike, so Brad tells Party to wait at home, as much as it kills him. But when he gets home, when he gets to his stupid little apartment and Party's waiting, he sort of forgets what he planned to do and the next thing he knows, he's got Party pinned to the couch by his hips and his tongue in his mouth, and that's pretty nice.
Also distracting, it seems, and it's not until after they've pulled each other to the bedroom, when they're curled up around each other in bed, clothes missing and hair equally rumpled, Brad remembers what he was going to do.
He rolls off the bed to go grab his jeans, and Party grumbles at him, and Brad ignores him completely until he's kneeling in front of the bed, pulling the ring he bought from behind his back and holding it out to Party, grinning widely.
"Will you marry me again, David?" Brad asks.
He gets a pillow to the face in response.
It's not like he minds, though, because a few minutes later, Party's in his lap and Brad's putting the ring on his finger, head resting on Party's shoulder. The ring looks good, just like Brad thought it would, and he links their fingers together, liking the way the gold looks together, side by side. It's much better than looking at just his own hand, he thinks. Two is better than one.
So that's why he has to be careful as he walks down the streets of London, looking for a jewelery store. Can't be recognized by anybody, or he's going to have to answer a metric fuckton of questions about rings and marriage and Vegas, and he already has to do that in interviews.
At first he's not even sure what to do. He's never been married before, obviously, so for a while he kind of just stands in the store and tries not to look lost, biting his lip and staring at the glass counters for a while before someone finally takes pity on him and slides over to ask if he needs help. The relief on Brad's face must be totally obvious, because the girl giggles and tells him she'll help however she can.
Her name's Lena, and she's got this soft voice and an accent that isn't totally distracting, and the best part is she only vaguely recognizes Brad. In fact it's not until halfway through her showing him some of the more expensive rings that she asks him if they've met before, and he kind of just laughs and admits who he is sheepishly. To her credit, Lena just smiles all wide and tells him she likes the TCC songs she's heard on the radio, and promises him as he leaves with his two brand new rings that she won't tell anybody that he was here, not even the media. Brad thanks her, offers to get her tickets or something -- and then leaves, rings pocketed.
They're pretty simple, but Brad stares at them for a long time when he gets back to the hotel, hand on the back of his neck. Party had said he'd wanted a ring, right? Right? But it doesn't stop Brad's chest from getting all tight and nervous and eventually Galen has to come over and shake Brad's shoulder to pull him out of the mini heart attack he's having.
"Chill, dude," Galen tells him, rolling his eyes. Later, Daphne hits him on the arm and tells him Party's an idiot if he doesn't like it, and Terri agrees vehemently, waving a drumstick at Brad.
So they tour. Brad plays every show with his ring on, and eventually, the fans start to notice. They know about the whole marriage thing, and Brad plays it up, acts innocent, what are you talking about, what ring? Pretends he doesn't see it when he signs things, when the fans are like, that ring, right there! He doesn't show anybody outside his band the matching one. Party never says anything, but Brad links him to videos of the shows when they talk, the ones where the fans speculate on the ring in the comments, and Brad makes no effort to hide the glitter gold on his finger. Party knows Brad has at least one ring, Brad's sure of it, and he's almost certain that it's bothering Party that it doesn't seem like there's a matching one.
And then the tour ends; after countless phone calls and text messages and skype sessions, the tour ends, and Brad gets on the plane and goes home.
There's always people waiting in the airports, people with cameras, media and fans alike, so Brad tells Party to wait at home, as much as it kills him. But when he gets home, when he gets to his stupid little apartment and Party's waiting, he sort of forgets what he planned to do and the next thing he knows, he's got Party pinned to the couch by his hips and his tongue in his mouth, and that's pretty nice.
Also distracting, it seems, and it's not until after they've pulled each other to the bedroom, when they're curled up around each other in bed, clothes missing and hair equally rumpled, Brad remembers what he was going to do.
He rolls off the bed to go grab his jeans, and Party grumbles at him, and Brad ignores him completely until he's kneeling in front of the bed, pulling the ring he bought from behind his back and holding it out to Party, grinning widely.
"Will you marry me again, David?" Brad asks.
He gets a pillow to the face in response.
It's not like he minds, though, because a few minutes later, Party's in his lap and Brad's putting the ring on his finger, head resting on Party's shoulder. The ring looks good, just like Brad thought it would, and he links their fingers together, liking the way the gold looks together, side by side. It's much better than looking at just his own hand, he thinks. Two is better than one.