Afterparty, Or You Really Should Have Left Your Coat In The Car
by saabira
There once was a
boy named Howie who got rich and famous singing first tenor with four other
boys. The group was popular and talented, but for some reason the people who
give out Grammy Awards overlooked them all the time. This made Howie hate
award shows, especially when they were forced to sit there and not-win for
three or four hours.
At one such award ceremony, in a fit of utter boredom, Howie excused himself
to the men's room. Howie nodded at Elton John in the hallway, and passed Tim
McGraw on the way into the bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror,
half-heartedly tugging at his unruly curls, and trying to calculate how long
he could be missing from his seat before someone from PR came to find him.
Howie looked up when someone else entered the room, and found himself face to
face with a boy named JC. JC was also a singer in a group that faired little
better than Howie's own at these types of award shows.
Now, JC had had a crush on Howie for a long time, and he'd never managed to
work up the nerve to do anything about it. Luckily for Howie, JC had already
consumed four or five cocktails that night, so he was feeling unusually brave.
Luckily for JC, Howie was no dummy, so he said "yes" when JC invited him to P.
Diddy's afterparty.
At the party, JC and Howie talked and danced and shared a bottle of Cris and
fucked in a coatroom.
Sometime before the night was over, Howie and JC realized they'd fallen
fiercely madly in love with one another, and they lived happily ever after
together forever.
[Appearances]- can be deceiving. Sometimes. * bg