go ahead, baby, sing that song! (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sarajayechan) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandomweekly2017-01-09 06:01 pm
sarajayechan) wrote in fandomweekly2017-01-09 06:01 pm
Entry tags:
[#27] Emergency Side Trip
Theme Prompt: Flophouse
Title: Emergency Side Trip
Fandom: Welcome Back Kotter
Rating/Warnings: None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 702
Summary: Vinnie and Horshack bond but don't really bond while stuck at a crummy motel.
The place smells like stale peppermint. It offends his sensibilities, and Vinnie's a guy who likes cold squid sandwiches. This is probably why Mr. Kotter told them to think twice before buying the car. That, and the fact that the dumb thing overheated and stranded them in the middle of nowhere.
"Y'know, our neck of the city's got its bad reputation but it's still better than here," he mutters. Horshack shrugs.
"I dunno, Vinnie, this town's kinda cute if you ignore the dusty roads," he says, toying with the ugly plaid curtains on one of the patched-up windows. "I think Father Number One took my mom to a place like this once!" Vinnie wrinkles his nose and shakes his head.
"Only a total crumb would take a girl to a dump like this, and the last time I brought a girl home I hadn't cleaned my room in two weeks." He chuckles. "She didn't mind, though, said it made her feel more at home."
"Ohhh. She sounds like a good sport!" That laugh follows, the one only a fellow Sweathog could appreciate. Or put up with. Most of the time it was the second thing. Vinnie wasn't sure whether or not it was making things worse right now.
At least the room had two beds. Normally he'd be fine taking the only bed and making Horshack sleep on the floor, but that'd just be cruel in a place like this. Even Epstein would have second thoughts about spending a night here.
"Hey, Vinnie, you got another dime on ya? I think we oughta call Mr. Kotter for help." Vinnie shook his head, leaning against the door frame and putting on his best I'm in charge and don't you forget it face.
"Okay, Horshack, two things. One, we aint callin' for help. The car's just gotta cool off for the night and then we can get outta here," he said. "Two, Mr. Kotter's away with the Missus for the weekend, remember? Also I don't got no dime."
"Vinnie, that's three things."
"Shut up, Horshack." Horshack makes a face at him but doesn't say anything else. Good. It's bad enough the other guys are gonna find out about this and laugh at them, the last thing he wants is Mr. Kotter to know he was right. Besides, if the guy yelling in the phone booth earlier's anything to go by the phone doesn't even work.
They've got some leftover pizza from earlier, so they pick at that. Vinnie's a guy who eats cold squid, but the pizza wasn't that good to begin with and they're only eating it so they don't starve to death. Also, the pizza smell covers up the stale peppermint. That helps.
"Hey, Vinnie? Remember when we had that big class sit-in so they'd stop giving us liver in the cafeteria?" Horshack asks, spinning a piece of crust between his fingers.
"Yeah, why?"
"You don't really sleep in the nude, do ya? Cause that'd just be weird for the both of us." He swears Horshack's cheeks just got kinda red, and Vinnie rubs the back of his neck nervously.
"I was just messin' with Mr. Kotter is all. It's too cold for that anyway." He chuckles a little. "What about you? You gonna need me to be a teddy bear when we turn off the lights?" This time Horshack just laughs, tossing the crust onto the paper plate.
"Aw, Vinnie, that was way over a year ago, I aint a kid anymore!" he crows. "Besides, it aint gonna be too dark in here with all the street lamps."
"Good." Vinnie can't help but pat his head, Horshack making a face at him again.
"Vinnie, I'm not a dog."
They toss out their trash, even though they could just let it sit there and it wouldn't make much difference. The beds are the only thing close to clean, but the sheets have kind of a musty smell.
Least there's no cockroaches or spiders. Not that Vinnie's afraid or anything.
They sleep in their clothes, only taking off their shoes. The beds are close enough together that he can see Arnold cuddling with his pillow, and Vinnie can't help but smile a little at that.
"Night, Horshack."
"Sweet dreams, Vinnie."
It's too weird falling asleep to quiet, but the street lamps make it feel like home.
Title: Emergency Side Trip
Fandom: Welcome Back Kotter
Rating/Warnings: None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 702
Summary: Vinnie and Horshack bond but don't really bond while stuck at a crummy motel.
The place smells like stale peppermint. It offends his sensibilities, and Vinnie's a guy who likes cold squid sandwiches. This is probably why Mr. Kotter told them to think twice before buying the car. That, and the fact that the dumb thing overheated and stranded them in the middle of nowhere.
"Y'know, our neck of the city's got its bad reputation but it's still better than here," he mutters. Horshack shrugs.
"I dunno, Vinnie, this town's kinda cute if you ignore the dusty roads," he says, toying with the ugly plaid curtains on one of the patched-up windows. "I think Father Number One took my mom to a place like this once!" Vinnie wrinkles his nose and shakes his head.
"Only a total crumb would take a girl to a dump like this, and the last time I brought a girl home I hadn't cleaned my room in two weeks." He chuckles. "She didn't mind, though, said it made her feel more at home."
"Ohhh. She sounds like a good sport!" That laugh follows, the one only a fellow Sweathog could appreciate. Or put up with. Most of the time it was the second thing. Vinnie wasn't sure whether or not it was making things worse right now.
At least the room had two beds. Normally he'd be fine taking the only bed and making Horshack sleep on the floor, but that'd just be cruel in a place like this. Even Epstein would have second thoughts about spending a night here.
"Hey, Vinnie, you got another dime on ya? I think we oughta call Mr. Kotter for help." Vinnie shook his head, leaning against the door frame and putting on his best I'm in charge and don't you forget it face.
"Okay, Horshack, two things. One, we aint callin' for help. The car's just gotta cool off for the night and then we can get outta here," he said. "Two, Mr. Kotter's away with the Missus for the weekend, remember? Also I don't got no dime."
"Vinnie, that's three things."
"Shut up, Horshack." Horshack makes a face at him but doesn't say anything else. Good. It's bad enough the other guys are gonna find out about this and laugh at them, the last thing he wants is Mr. Kotter to know he was right. Besides, if the guy yelling in the phone booth earlier's anything to go by the phone doesn't even work.
They've got some leftover pizza from earlier, so they pick at that. Vinnie's a guy who eats cold squid, but the pizza wasn't that good to begin with and they're only eating it so they don't starve to death. Also, the pizza smell covers up the stale peppermint. That helps.
"Hey, Vinnie? Remember when we had that big class sit-in so they'd stop giving us liver in the cafeteria?" Horshack asks, spinning a piece of crust between his fingers.
"Yeah, why?"
"You don't really sleep in the nude, do ya? Cause that'd just be weird for the both of us." He swears Horshack's cheeks just got kinda red, and Vinnie rubs the back of his neck nervously.
"I was just messin' with Mr. Kotter is all. It's too cold for that anyway." He chuckles a little. "What about you? You gonna need me to be a teddy bear when we turn off the lights?" This time Horshack just laughs, tossing the crust onto the paper plate.
"Aw, Vinnie, that was way over a year ago, I aint a kid anymore!" he crows. "Besides, it aint gonna be too dark in here with all the street lamps."
"Good." Vinnie can't help but pat his head, Horshack making a face at him again.
"Vinnie, I'm not a dog."
They toss out their trash, even though they could just let it sit there and it wouldn't make much difference. The beds are the only thing close to clean, but the sheets have kind of a musty smell.
Least there's no cockroaches or spiders. Not that Vinnie's afraid or anything.
They sleep in their clothes, only taking off their shoes. The beds are close enough together that he can see Arnold cuddling with his pillow, and Vinnie can't help but smile a little at that.
"Night, Horshack."
"Sweet dreams, Vinnie."
It's too weird falling asleep to quiet, but the street lamps make it feel like home.
no subject