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agapeflower117 wrote for me. Just amazing, really it is. Bill and Babe friends-fic and exactly what I'd wanted. In fact more than I had hoped for.
Then, there's posting the fic I wrote. I fail at titles, so it has none.
PROMPT: Joe/Bill
WRITTEN FOR:pouiksyland for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bbc_exchange
RATING: PG
GENRE: Het fic
PAIRING: Joe/Bill centric
"Ain't you gonna get up and dance with one of them broads?" It wasn't a weekend furlough, only a day. It meant instead of a trip into London we went up to Swindon, next town over. It was a small place, barely big enough for a dance hall even, but it wasn't too bad, even in the war days. We had money, and American uniforms and some of the lucky bastards even had American cigarettes. The ones that hadn't gambled them away like me. Never said I was good at gambling – not that I'm bad mind, I grew up playing most of these games – but my luck turns just like any other guy's and when you're playing against Malarkey, it turned more often then not.
But that wasn't the point. We had a night and a day off and we'd come all this way. Meet a few girls, drink some of that shit warm beer the limeys liked, maybe play a game of craps or two out back. If we were lucky we'd get lucky with one of them gals. They liked us because we bought 'em drinks and gave 'em smokes. Babe was already on the dance floor with one broad who'd been eyein' him since the moment he got in the place. Malark was off somewhere, I'd lost track of it. He was a big boy, and could take care of himself. I had my eye on a gal or two, and they had their eyes on me. Pretty damn soon and ol' Gonorrhea would be alright. It was Toye I was wondering about. Sitting nursing his beer, miserable like an old woman. You'd think we'd gone and killed his dog or something. We were on furlough, a whole day off from running and training and waiting around that damned camp. It was as good a reason as any to be out having a good time. In fact, it was all the reason we needed most times.
"C'mon," I smacked him on the back, givin' him a grin. "One of these fine women is gonna be disappointed if you don't get off your rack." It didn't matter much to me that he'd said he didn't want to come up, he got dragged along anyway. It was the sort of thing we did for each other. So he said he didn't want to come, like we'd let him stay. What he needed was a coupla good beers – or what they tried to pass off for it here – a broad on each arm and bing bang boom, he'd be great. Only he was being a miserable bastard, really, no big surprise for Joe Toye, he was born that way I say, but he could at least humour us guys.
"Gonorrhea, just can it," the guy pushed me away, fixing me with a look that was something fierce. Not that it bothered me one little bit, nothing he could throw my way did. "I'm here, I got my beer, just let me drink it in peace."
I could see what it was right away. Girl troubles. Of course. I didn't notice that he'd stuck on anyone broad in particular, but these things happened. It wasn't like we was joined at the hip or nothing.
"Hey," I tell him, leaning back with my own glass in a hand, "you gotta problem with a gal, you tell me all about it." Like I was the expert. And let me tell you, I was pretty damn good at being that
expert, getting' in all the practice I could over there. "Ol' Gonorrhea will make it go away."
"Goddamn you're an ass when you wanna be," came the reply. I watched him throw down the rest of his beer and stand. "It ain't no girl and there ain't no problem. I said I didn't want to come up tonight and that's all it is. Jesus Christ Gonorrhea." He was gone before I could even react, damn fast.
I mutter something or other, cursing and knowing that he'd call me the same any day of the week. Hefting myself outta the booth I finish my beer too. For a minute or three, with a couple of those gals coming closer, I think of just letting him go. If he wants to try to walk back to Aldbourne in the middle of the night, well, it wouldn't be the first time one of us did something stupid like that. Its ten damn miles, not far to guys like us who do marches like that every day. But this is our day off, and considering he'd only come 'cause of my hasslin' I figure I at least owe him a ride back if I can wrangle a jeep from somebody. Otherwise we'd be tramping quite a ways, and that wasn't nothing I wanted to do on my days off, let me tell you.
The hall was in the center of town, and by the time I caught up with the bastard he'd already gone half a mile. There were ants in his pants alright, not even stopping and waiting when I called out to him.
"What the hell Toye," I mutter as I come up beside him, finally. Any chance of getting a ride back is gone, unless we manage to flag somebody down. "I've been callin' your name and you just keep on walking. You got any idea how far it is back to Aldbourne?"
"Ten miles give or take," always the wise-ass, he smirked up at me for a second before looking back down to the road. "Why, can't you handle it?"
"I can handle it," I say, indignant at the very suggestion I somehow can't handle anything he can. "In fact, I could run circles around you the whole way back. I'm not gonna, but I could."
At least that gets a smile outta him. "Why you'd follow me anyway? The girls of Swindon are going to be broken-hearted."
"I dragged you out here, least I can do is head on back with you. Even if I think you're an idiot. Did you see blondie eyeing you up from the moment you went in? Anyway, this'll give Babe and Malarkey a fighting chance. You know the gals back there prefer a bit of Italian."
"I'm sure they appreciate it. And I wasn't worrying," came the muttered reply, but I can tell he's fighting a smile. "Just didn't want you acting like my mother or nothing. Jesus Christ, can't a guy
just want a night off?"
"First of all, there's no way I'm your mother. Look at me and look at you. I'm way better looking than your ma, I'm sorry to say. Secondly-" I don't even get to finish what I'm saying before he shoots
me a look and I gotta hold up a hand to stop him. "Secondly, nah there ain't a secondly. Only you're an idiot thinking I'm worrying. Ha! Worrying." I rub my hands together, like I haven't heard
anything so stupid before in my life. "Ain't you the guy that's gonna give it to Hitler himself?"
"That's it," Toye stops, and I'm all smiles. "We're going back."
"What?"
"There's no way I can handle your gasbagging for nine more miles Gonorrhea. We're getting our butts back there, and we're drinking." He's insisting now, but I wonder if he's figured out that's what I
wanted in the first place. "You can point out this blondie to me, and we'll see."
"I wouldn't want to force you into anything," I say, an angel almost. Butter wouldn't melt in my mouth. "You want to hike it back-"
"Shut it Gonorrhea. Jesus Christ. Can't even hear my own thoughts with you around."
"You can't hear those cause there's nothing to hear," I give his head a rap with my knuckles as we turn around. "You should be happy I'm giving you something to fill up that empty skull of yours."
"Happy, right," pushing me away he just keeps walking, only now there's a smile there. That's all I ask, in the end. Who knows when we'll be heading back out, and these good times, they'll be few and far between. We gotta enjoy 'em while they're here, that's all.
agapeflower117 wrote for me. Just amazing, really it is. Bill and Babe friends-fic and exactly what I'd wanted. In fact more than I had hoped for.Then, there's posting the fic I wrote. I fail at titles, so it has none.
PROMPT: Joe/Bill
WRITTEN FOR:
pouiksyland for bbc_exchangeRATING: PG
GENRE: Het fic
PAIRING: Joe/Bill centric
"Ain't you gonna get up and dance with one of them broads?" It wasn't a weekend furlough, only a day. It meant instead of a trip into London we went up to Swindon, next town over. It was a small place, barely big enough for a dance hall even, but it wasn't too bad, even in the war days. We had money, and American uniforms and some of the lucky bastards even had American cigarettes. The ones that hadn't gambled them away like me. Never said I was good at gambling – not that I'm bad mind, I grew up playing most of these games – but my luck turns just like any other guy's and when you're playing against Malarkey, it turned more often then not.
But that wasn't the point. We had a night and a day off and we'd come all this way. Meet a few girls, drink some of that shit warm beer the limeys liked, maybe play a game of craps or two out back. If we were lucky we'd get lucky with one of them gals. They liked us because we bought 'em drinks and gave 'em smokes. Babe was already on the dance floor with one broad who'd been eyein' him since the moment he got in the place. Malark was off somewhere, I'd lost track of it. He was a big boy, and could take care of himself. I had my eye on a gal or two, and they had their eyes on me. Pretty damn soon and ol' Gonorrhea would be alright. It was Toye I was wondering about. Sitting nursing his beer, miserable like an old woman. You'd think we'd gone and killed his dog or something. We were on furlough, a whole day off from running and training and waiting around that damned camp. It was as good a reason as any to be out having a good time. In fact, it was all the reason we needed most times.
"C'mon," I smacked him on the back, givin' him a grin. "One of these fine women is gonna be disappointed if you don't get off your rack." It didn't matter much to me that he'd said he didn't want to come up, he got dragged along anyway. It was the sort of thing we did for each other. So he said he didn't want to come, like we'd let him stay. What he needed was a coupla good beers – or what they tried to pass off for it here – a broad on each arm and bing bang boom, he'd be great. Only he was being a miserable bastard, really, no big surprise for Joe Toye, he was born that way I say, but he could at least humour us guys.
"Gonorrhea, just can it," the guy pushed me away, fixing me with a look that was something fierce. Not that it bothered me one little bit, nothing he could throw my way did. "I'm here, I got my beer, just let me drink it in peace."
I could see what it was right away. Girl troubles. Of course. I didn't notice that he'd stuck on anyone broad in particular, but these things happened. It wasn't like we was joined at the hip or nothing.
"Hey," I tell him, leaning back with my own glass in a hand, "you gotta problem with a gal, you tell me all about it." Like I was the expert. And let me tell you, I was pretty damn good at being that
expert, getting' in all the practice I could over there. "Ol' Gonorrhea will make it go away."
"Goddamn you're an ass when you wanna be," came the reply. I watched him throw down the rest of his beer and stand. "It ain't no girl and there ain't no problem. I said I didn't want to come up tonight and that's all it is. Jesus Christ Gonorrhea." He was gone before I could even react, damn fast.
I mutter something or other, cursing and knowing that he'd call me the same any day of the week. Hefting myself outta the booth I finish my beer too. For a minute or three, with a couple of those gals coming closer, I think of just letting him go. If he wants to try to walk back to Aldbourne in the middle of the night, well, it wouldn't be the first time one of us did something stupid like that. Its ten damn miles, not far to guys like us who do marches like that every day. But this is our day off, and considering he'd only come 'cause of my hasslin' I figure I at least owe him a ride back if I can wrangle a jeep from somebody. Otherwise we'd be tramping quite a ways, and that wasn't nothing I wanted to do on my days off, let me tell you.
The hall was in the center of town, and by the time I caught up with the bastard he'd already gone half a mile. There were ants in his pants alright, not even stopping and waiting when I called out to him.
"What the hell Toye," I mutter as I come up beside him, finally. Any chance of getting a ride back is gone, unless we manage to flag somebody down. "I've been callin' your name and you just keep on walking. You got any idea how far it is back to Aldbourne?"
"Ten miles give or take," always the wise-ass, he smirked up at me for a second before looking back down to the road. "Why, can't you handle it?"
"I can handle it," I say, indignant at the very suggestion I somehow can't handle anything he can. "In fact, I could run circles around you the whole way back. I'm not gonna, but I could."
At least that gets a smile outta him. "Why you'd follow me anyway? The girls of Swindon are going to be broken-hearted."
"I dragged you out here, least I can do is head on back with you. Even if I think you're an idiot. Did you see blondie eyeing you up from the moment you went in? Anyway, this'll give Babe and Malarkey a fighting chance. You know the gals back there prefer a bit of Italian."
"I'm sure they appreciate it. And I wasn't worrying," came the muttered reply, but I can tell he's fighting a smile. "Just didn't want you acting like my mother or nothing. Jesus Christ, can't a guy
just want a night off?"
"First of all, there's no way I'm your mother. Look at me and look at you. I'm way better looking than your ma, I'm sorry to say. Secondly-" I don't even get to finish what I'm saying before he shoots
me a look and I gotta hold up a hand to stop him. "Secondly, nah there ain't a secondly. Only you're an idiot thinking I'm worrying. Ha! Worrying." I rub my hands together, like I haven't heard
anything so stupid before in my life. "Ain't you the guy that's gonna give it to Hitler himself?"
"That's it," Toye stops, and I'm all smiles. "We're going back."
"What?"
"There's no way I can handle your gasbagging for nine more miles Gonorrhea. We're getting our butts back there, and we're drinking." He's insisting now, but I wonder if he's figured out that's what I
wanted in the first place. "You can point out this blondie to me, and we'll see."
"I wouldn't want to force you into anything," I say, an angel almost. Butter wouldn't melt in my mouth. "You want to hike it back-"
"Shut it Gonorrhea. Jesus Christ. Can't even hear my own thoughts with you around."
"You can't hear those cause there's nothing to hear," I give his head a rap with my knuckles as we turn around. "You should be happy I'm giving you something to fill up that empty skull of yours."
"Happy, right," pushing me away he just keeps walking, only now there's a smile there. That's all I ask, in the end. Who knows when we'll be heading back out, and these good times, they'll be few and far between. We gotta enjoy 'em while they're here, that's all.