"What's that?" Viggo turned the radio off, turning around to meet Orli's arched eyebrow with a shrug.
"Just some song on the radio�" Viggo said innocently.
Orli wasn't buying it for the moment; but he nodded anyway. He waited until Vig had left the room before he turned on the radio, smirking.
"�aaaaand that was "Short Skirt Long Jacket" by Cake�lovely song isn't it? I personally like it because it makes me think of my girlfrie�" Orlando shut it off, grinning to himself. "Short Skirt Long Jacket" huh? He was familiar with the song. �And the lyrics. The unbidden image of himself dressed in a short skirt and long jacket dancing with Viggo crossing his mind made him groan. Pathetic.

�But then again�

He almost giggled. Bad idea. Terrible actually. But hey�he could always pass it off as a prank if it didn't work out. He caught a reflection of himself in the mirror that had been on the wall when he moved in that he hadn't bothered to remove. He winked at himself, trying out a sly grin. Deciding that he looked like a silly wanker, he started practicing a girly face instead.
Lifting his chin a bit, fluttering his eyelashes. Ogod! Lij was right! He did have girly eyelashes! �Oh well, they were helpful for now� He tried pouting in a more girlish way, raising his eyebrow, shifting his hips to one side. He did giggle this time. He was so not a girl. �Wait, he was giggling. Yeah, okay, he could pass for one. Long enough to be useful anyway.

He whistled as he came back out of his room, wondering who to take as accomplices in this venture. Not that he really needed much help�just that it would be more fun if he did. Not Beanie. He might see the fun in it, but there was always the chance that he'd slip up when he was around Viggo, since he was around him so much. Lucky Bastard. (Not that Orlando wasn't around Viggo a lot too, just�not so much on their off-time. Sigh.) Liv was the one most likely to have the skirt needed, so she was in. And the Hobbits basically counted as one entity�they could keep a secret if it was a prank. (This was, of course, a prank. �Unless Viggo somehow magically discovered his undying love for Orli, which was, to say the least, unlikely.) Eh, well. It'd be fun. He bit his lip to keep from grinning.

~*~

Elijah snickered as he whispered 'the plan' into Dom's ear, who then whispered it into Billy's. (Sean had been told by Orli himself before he left with Liv to go get dressed. He had then passed it onto Lij.) The others watched them warily, especially Viggo. He had been the last one to pull off a major prank on anyone. Though that had been directed at Orli�it didn't mean the hobbits wouldn't want in on the prankage. Hehe, prankage. He must stop letting Sean give him all those drinks, he wasn't sure what was in them, but if it made him come up with words like 'prankage' it must be strong. Granted, he made up enough odd wordings on his own. But�no. It was all Orli's fault! (He considered blaming things on Orlando to be more interesting for unexplained reasons. Maybe it had something to do with his infatuation with the pretty Elf. Err. Handsome that is. Right�moving on�)

So. The Hobbits were being suspicious. He should be careful. On guard. Kind of like Strider, yes. Strider never missed anything. He looked around for Orli, missing his presence, his warmth, vitality, and that sweet adorable smile that captured everyone's hearts including his� Uh. That was definitely the drinks talking. (It was all Orli's fault. Of course.) He hummed to himself softly, trying to be on guard, yet nonchalant.
"Nana-nana-nana, na nana-nana naa na
Nana-nana-nana, na nana-nana naa na
..with a short skirt and a long�a looooooong�"
The door opened.
"�Jacket."
Oh, wow. Um... Wow. His eyes traveled up the body of the person who had just entered. Long jacket, open wide enough to show just a hint of leg, all shadowy, covered with stockings until the upper thighs. There was a very tight, shiny, black leather (almost trashy, he'd say, if he had bothered to think about it) skirt covering that region. Just a slit of skin was showing between the top of the stockings and the bottom of the skirt.Pretty...
His eyes passed pretty quickly over the stomach/chest area, as it was all covered in a dark t-shirt and he wasn't all that interested in cleavage at the moment anyway� The dark hair framed a really nice looking neck. (He liked necks, especially Orli's� In fact this neck looked a lot like Orli's�). His eyes flickered up quickly, shaking off a bit of the drunkenness, though not noticeably. His eyes checked over the chest and�was it just him or�? No, definitely. Orli's tongue licking Orli's lips�and what the hell�? Oh.
�He could play at this game. He resisted the urge to smirk, keeping on the buzzed-out appearance. Other parts of his body (especially the lower regions) were very happy at this prospect. Maybe a bit too happy, he realized belatedly, for this was surely just another prank and the reason for the Hobbits' giggling and whispering.

He looked up semi-attentively when Elijah dragged Orl�the 'girl' over to him, babbling something about "Nina�this girl I met at a club�" He nodded and smiled invitingly at 'Nina'.
"Nice to meet you�drink?" He held up a new one, not quite sure what it was. But she took it, sitting down beside him. Elijah walked off happily, having succeeded in his part of 'the plan'. Viggo on the other hand, was not quite sure of what to do� Orli�err�Nina that is, sat very close to him, well, close enough that their thighs were touching anyway, and um, god, the way he was looking up at Viggo through his lashes was very sexy, though not quite feminine. He had already decided to play along�but that could get embarrassing�
"Is something wrong?" Orli's voice was a soft whisper, so didn't need to be feminine. Viggo looked up to see the dark-lit eyes edged with genuine concern and nervousness. He blinked, wondering. Then decided he didn't have much to loose, wasn't he supposed to be drunk? And Orli had started it anyway. It was all Orli's fault! He smiled. His smile widened into a grin at the puzzled look on Orli's face. He leaned forward and gently cupped Orli's cheek.
"I was just thinking�" His reply wasn't quite a whisper, just low and seductive, his voice being naturally husky. Orli responded to the touch, color rising on his face as he licked his lips again. What was it with Orli and licking his lips? He seemed to do it constantly, it was as if he were begging for a kiss�
The grin on Viggo's face turned evil just before his lips touched Orli's, making good on the train of thought. Orli's tongue hadn't made it all the way back into his mouth so it was the first to touch Viggo's lips, licking involuntarily and somehow Viggo had managed to suck it into his own mouth. It was quite nice in there actually, nothing to complain about, the tongue decided, stroking it's newfound playmate. Viggo's hands had progressed to clasping Orli's neck and sliding under the jacket, which he hadn't taken off.

~*~

(Somewhere in the background, the Hobbits barely resisted the urge to cheer, and then had a whispered debate about whether they should leave. The others had already left a while before. They could always get the details from Orli later�)

Viggo slid his hands up the stocking encased legs, slipping his fingers under the elastic band at the top. Orli's legs were surprisingly...feminine...covered in the silken material, and Viggo wondered where Orli had gotten them from, and if he had to give them back to anyone. He hoped not, he could think of lots of fun things to do with them, starting with pulling them off Orli's legs. And then...
He fingered the surprisingly soft skin between the top of the stockings and the bottom of the skirt, and then slid his hands up higher, fingertips finding their way underneath the tight leather. He smiled as Orli moaned, then frowned as Orli's hands grabbed his, pulling them out from under the skirt. Orli wasn't trying to play at being a "good girl", was he? Surely not the way he was kissing, making Viggo get all hard...oh. OH. If he explored further he would give away the "secret." Right. They were still playing the game. He should up the stakes. He he. Up the stakes. The thought made him even harder.

Neither Viggo nor Orlando noticed that the house was empty. (Thus, proving, that the Hobbits were, in fact, capable of being silent and unobserved. Sort of. Maybe it was just that Viggo and Orlando were too busy making out to pay attention to little nuisances known as Hobbits� But that wouldn't be a nice thing to say�)

~*~

Orli was kissing Viggo back with surprising force and they'd progressed to a full on make-out session where he was straddling Viggo's hips, and if it hadn't been for the skirt, they'd probably be grinding. He wished they were grinding. Grinding would be good. No. Wait. Grinding would give him away. The fact that the skirt was stopping them from grinding was a good thing...er...a sort-of good thing. It kept Viggo from discovering his identity anyway. Which was a good thing...right? Right, a good thing...maybe. Part of him was jealous that Viggo was doing this with what he thought was some random chick.
"Wanker�" He moaned as Viggo squeezed his ass with one hand.
"Mmmm?" Viggo murmured, licking the hollow of his throat "�'s wrong Orli�?"
Orli froze. Then leaned back, glaring as Viggo laughed softly, kissing the underside of his chin.
"You knew, didn't you?" Viggo nodded. "The whole time!" Viggo nodded again. "AAARGH!" Viggo raised his eyebrow. "I hate you!" Viggo pouted.
"...Does this mean we can't have sex?" It was far too cute a voice to be coming from Viggo. Orli blinked. Then tried glaring again.
"Do you have any idea how nervous I was?!" Viggo lowered his eyes and replied softly.
"Yeah�So was I."
"Oh."
"Prankage."
"What?" Orlando frowned.
"Err�" Viggo shook his head, pulling Orli into a kiss again, and sliding the skirt up to uncover what little it was still covering...

~*~

"�So did you like the short skirt, long jacket thing?"
"Sexy as all hell�"
"Really?"
"Yeah�"
"�I didn't know you had a thing for drag�"
"�I don't."
"�"
"You could've dressed yourself up in a flour sack and I'd think the same thing�"
"�Silly wanker�"