firewhiskeyfic | ENTRY #5

Title: Sex on the baecj (whoo I'm creative, look at me ma!)
Author:

a_belladonna
I am of legal drinking age in my region: yess
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Domenico Pozzovivo/Vinxenzo Nibali, or as they're caled here, Pozzo & Nibbles becau se then it feels less weird, I guess, to write about. Perhap.s [Sober!Me thinks it might be a good idea to add "Cycling RPF" to this part of the header]
Challenge/Prompts used: AlllLALL!
Summary: An ou ting to a bar in clothers that perhaps aren't meant for clubing. At least not if you're a smll Italian. And drinks! Let's not foget drinks! And lowhaning puns! And Pzzo becomes sappy
Rating/Warnings: PG—issh, because the y drink and make hints but they'renot exactly fucing on the counter. This part is more explicit than anyting in the stry proper. [Sober!Me: Perhaps a mild PG-13 for "mild swearing, innuendo and drinking"?]
Word count: 521
Author's Notes (if any): Consdierng how little I've written this year so far, I'm amazed and surpsied and happy I amanged to churn thise mediocre little somethign out in a cople of hourse. Pls beogne writers block, pleeese

"Sex on the be
ch" is a really nasty drink, imo," Pozzo mumbled, swirling the rememnants of the drink in his glass.

"ou thik? Are you sureit's just because you've neer had the real deal?" Nibles replied, alrady going for a double entendre because I want to go to bed soon and there's nt lower limit for word count. Is there?

"It's too early in the night for thise jkes," Pozzo replied dryl, clearly wanting to prolong my suffering.

"Besides, we're not dressed for clubbing, are er? Sweaters, sweaters for fuscsk sake" he added, starngey hot-headed.

"(I'll go have a nother drink, brbr)

(Back)

"You're just hot-headed because you're wearing a swqeater," Ni relied calmly. "Not my fault our luggage got lost and we had to buy these lovely, homemade sweaters. Theye nice, don't you think? Fluffy and wamr and in colors that fit our complxin. Fits the weather too. I rater like mine."

"of course you do, the're in one size fits "all", meaning they fit avergea sized adults, not ones my size", Pzozo grumbles.

"Did you SSEE the lenthg of tjhe sleaves?" He waved an arm, the sleaeve floped a good 10-20 centimeteres beyond his hand.

"I looke like a, a, chdl or something! I 'm surpsied they even served me here!"

"Not many children shave," Nbilles pointed out takinga swig of his drink. He waved at teh waitress. Bartender. Can't decide her role.

"Another sex at the beach for my friend," he said.

She nodded and set to work.

"Thta's funny, she looks quite a lot like her, whatsehername, form Harry Potte," N said. "A Scotthci name. What was it?"

"ou ask me, I'vee never rad those books," Pzzoz said.

"Shame, yu missed out," Nibbels repled. "Trelawney?"

"That souds like something from Treadure Island."

"Sprou? Pmfrey? Lestange?"

"None of those sound particularly Scootch, you know," Pozzo said, haing accepted (nad not even under protest), his third sex on the beach fof the night.

"MCGONALLGAL!" Nbiels exclaimed happily. "Tht's her name! She's also the old woman in Downtown Abbey, " he added importantly.

"Preetty sure it's called DownTON Abbey," Pozzo pointed out, avoiveding getting hit in the eye by a small paper umbrella..as he took another sip.

"Are we sure it's not her?" Nibbles asked. "Iman, the whitc. This place is called the Portkey after all..."

Pozzo shrugged. "As long as ths drink doesn't turn me into a frog, I'm hapy."

"And you know what'd make me even more happy?"

"Happier than not turning into a frog?"

"Yes. That we'd NOT take a plane back, bit rather tarains and autmobiels. I dont want to lose the rst of my luggage, and bsides, isn't it kind a modenre to avoid planes? Imageine, just you and me, in a train..."

"Haha, admit it pozzzo, the sex ont he beach is getting to you. Now your getting al romantinc and stuff," Nibles laughed.

"And so what if I am," Pozzo replied. "You began this with a double entendre anbout sex on the beach. How abou t we do womsthig about it, even if it's sweater weather or waht they call it here..."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Nibles replied, alrady going for a double entendre because I want to go to bed soon and there's nt lower limit for word count. Is there?

::snerk:: And, yeah, Firewhiskey has the best "rules".

I did actually feel uncertain for a moment there! ;)

I love this vibe of, “get the characters jn a room and make words… what’s the prompt, got the prompt again! Fuck it, let’s fade to what hopefully can be a sex scene.” I mean, MOOD.

The aside about the No minimum word count is *chef’s kids”. Thank you!

Thank you! I showed some snippets to a friend afterwards, and he said he loved the chaos of it all. :)

(I was also a bit tired on top of tipsy, so yes, it was really just all about getting them in a room and trying yo get them to cooperate before I fell asleep...)

You have defeated Writer's block! Words! On the page!

Also, I am amused at how you worked in the HP references, bonus giggle for Downton Abbey.

I did, yes! And thanks, it's definitely part of the fun trying to squeeze HP into other fandoms. ;)

Perfect. I did enjoy the Downto(w)n reference, the asides and the ability to get all the prompts into an entirely different genre of fic.

Thank you! Yes, it's a good thing HP has become such a part of popular culture now (and that these characters are young enough to have heard of HP when it first came out).
Downto(w)n was part typo, part because so many people in my country accidentally call it that, haha.

LOL This is fun! Love your asides and the boys not letting you go to bed. :D How you managed to slip (shoehorn? LOL) McGonagall in and then circle around at the end again was great. Great job!!

Thanks! Yeah, they weren't too cooperative that night ;)
And yes, I think it definitely helped that I had the "get to bed at a reasonable hour" at the back of my head. It meant I had to finish it quickly, instead of staying up and digging myself into a hole, haha

"ou thik? Are you sureit's just because you've neer had the real deal?" Nibles replied, alrady going for a double entendre because I want to go to bed soon and there's nt lower limit for word count. Is there?

LMAO!

I also loved the all caps "MCGONALLGAL!" :D

I'd like to watch these two lose the sweaters and have sex on the beach or the train or wherever you'd like to put them!

He was very, very proud that he remembered the name of a character he might have read about when he was a teen. ;) After one too many Sex on the Beaches.

I'm sure they'll lose their sweaters eventually...:D

Yays for you banishing your writer's block as you remarked in your AN.

LOLZ for your various authorial interjections, especially "alrady going for a double entendre because I want to go to bed soon and there's nt lower limit for word count. Is there?" and "He waved at teh waitress. Bartender. Can't decide her role".

LOL for Downtown Abbey.

LOL for making the "trains and planes" prompt into "tarains and autmobiels".

Yes, I think I might have, actually. At least I've had more plot bunnies/ideas popping up after that night. I honestly think I needed a little push to start thinking in those lines again. :)

"He waved at teh waitress. Bartender. Can't decide her role".

Thanks. :) Part of it was that it suddenly struck me that she'd be a rather mature bartender. And also because I've given myself that challenge that I can't grab a dictionary during FWF. If I can't remember the English name for a word, I'll have to work around it.

LOL for Downtown Abbey.

As I said in another comment, it was part typo, part based on how many people in my country seem to have misread/misheard that title. I've definitely heard people pronounce it closer to "DowntoWn Abbey" IRL.

LOL for making the "trains and planes" prompt into "tarains and autmobiels".

I think my reasoning was that I'd already used "planes" as the means of transport he'd avoid. ;) And then, well. Skittles Shots. :P

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