Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The author does not own any of the following names or personalities. The author does not imply that the people mentioned within would act or have acted in the ways depicted. No money has been made from this.

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Duff slapped Axl's ass on his way to the buffet table, planting a "Kiss me, I'm Irish" sticker on Axl's left butt cheek.

Axl turned. "Hey!"

"Hey," Duff said, grinning around a cigarette. He kept walking, pleased that Axl didn't seem to notice the sticker.

Axl followed.

"Mmm, turkey." Duff began piling food onto his plate. "And look. Green potato salad." Duff gestured toward the bowl with a green-mayonnaise-coated serving spoon. "Gotta love St. Patrick's day."

"Yeah," Axl agreed, wrinkling his nose at the bowl.

Duff grinned. "Come on, Axl." He plunged the serving spoon deep into the mass of potato salad. "You know you want some of this." He scooped a heaping spoonful out of the bowl and aimed it at Axl's plate.

"Dude, keep that shit away from me."

Duff laughed.

"Why are you so happy, today?"

"Ooh, shamrock cookies!" Duff ignored Axl's question.

Axl shook his head. Duff smiled to himself. This was the best prank ever.

"Fuck yes, the food is here!" Slash sidled up next to them at the buffet table and grabbed a plate.

"Hey, Slash," Axl said without turning. He poked at a gelatinous piece of cooked cabbage with a pair of tongs.

Duff looked over and smiled at Slash. Winked. Nodded his head toward Axl's ass. Slash spied the sticker and grinned.

Axl, abandoning the cabbage and reaching for the melon balls across the table, yelped when Slash grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. The yelp died when Slash's lips met his. Slash cupped Axl's left buttock, squeezed it, and removed the sticker. Then he pulled away.

"Motherfucker! What the fuck was that?" Axl's face was pink.

Slash grinned. Slapped the sticker onto Axl's chest.

"What the fuck? I should fucking kick your ass!" Axl whirled around. Duff and Slash grinned at him. "You two were in on this, weren't you? Son of a bitch!"

"Dude, don't get all bent out of shape. We're just teasing you." Duff.

"Fuck you. Fuck both of you. Or go fuck each other. Fucking queers. I'm outta here."

Slash and Duff watched Axl storm off in the direction of the dressing rooms.

Slash frowned. "Fuck, I didn't think it'd be such a big deal."

Duff grinned, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet. "Dude, he's still wearing the sticker."

Slash started to chuckle.

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