Trixie Firecracker (poisonivory) wrote in late_night_lohr,
Trixie Firecracker

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For Margot, who is le tired. And inspired by a comment Alicia left in my journal...I could link but...oh, teh lazy. Also, CRACK.

All Shook Up

Elvis Presley’s rumbling velvet twang spilled out from the restaurant as they passed it, and Tony, whose mama loved the King, couldn’t help but hum along.

“I’m proud to say she’s my buttercup…”

Sean guffawed. “Oh, Tony,” he cooed, fluttering his eyelashes, “I’m proud to say you’re my buttercup.”

Tony shoved him gently, trying not to laugh. “Shut up.”

Sean, as usual, was undaunted. “You’re so pretty, with your little yellow petals swaying in the breeze…”

“I’m not listening to you anymore. You realize, that, right?”

“No, seriously, Tony, you’d be the best flower ever.”

“How do I shut you up?”

“Kiss me, Buttercup Boy.”

“Well, if I must…”
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Hee. Heehee. *resolves to inspire you to write crack more often*

Why do you build me up, buttercup baby

Oh god, I love you. Race is the bestest flower EVER.