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angel_gidgetTitle: Harsh Truth
Rating: PG-13ish
Word Count: 207
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Someone on commentfic was actually warped enough to request Shakespeare characters in the Supernatural universe. I was warped enough to comply with a Twelfth Night crossover including a Tempest reference.
"If one of us is going to infiltrate a club of male strippers to kill this caliban-ish thing, shouldn't I be the one to go, seeing as I actually am male?"
"Sebastian, if I thought for one moment you had the guts to whisk away your whities before a crowd of drooling women, I'd let you, if only for the sheer entertainment value."
Her twin grimaced at the mental image as she lightly applied the false stubble to her upper lip.
"...but as it stands, I'm far better suited for the job since I do fool folks so easily and I have an uncanny knack for staying clothed when people expect me to disrobe. This damnable flesh-eater will never see me coming."
She completed the finishing touch by sliding three slim daggers into a hidden pocket of her newly-purchased leather pants. Her brother sighed as she patted herself down, grabbing her pack from off the hotel bed. She rambled on.
"And if we're being perfectly honest, we both know you're too much of a pansy for the precise nature of this sort of venture. It involves multitudes of girls after all."
Sebastian growled.
"Jerk."
Viola smiled.
"Bitch."
And with that last remark, she sauntered out the door.
f.i.n.
Rating: PG-13ish
Word Count: 207
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Someone on commentfic was actually warped enough to request Shakespeare characters in the Supernatural universe. I was warped enough to comply with a Twelfth Night crossover including a Tempest reference.
"If one of us is going to infiltrate a club of male strippers to kill this caliban-ish thing, shouldn't I be the one to go, seeing as I actually am male?"
"Sebastian, if I thought for one moment you had the guts to whisk away your whities before a crowd of drooling women, I'd let you, if only for the sheer entertainment value."
Her twin grimaced at the mental image as she lightly applied the false stubble to her upper lip.
"...but as it stands, I'm far better suited for the job since I do fool folks so easily and I have an uncanny knack for staying clothed when people expect me to disrobe. This damnable flesh-eater will never see me coming."
She completed the finishing touch by sliding three slim daggers into a hidden pocket of her newly-purchased leather pants. Her brother sighed as she patted herself down, grabbing her pack from off the hotel bed. She rambled on.
"And if we're being perfectly honest, we both know you're too much of a pansy for the precise nature of this sort of venture. It involves multitudes of girls after all."
Sebastian growled.
"Jerk."
Viola smiled.
"Bitch."
And with that last remark, she sauntered out the door.
f.i.n.
