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Re: As Time Goes By [F!LW/Butch]
(Anonymous) 2012-02-03 06:59 am (UTC)(link)“How do you mean?” Clara’s confused now. If he doesn’t like Christine why would he care what she did or who she was with?
Butch gestures at her with the bottle and snorts, “You’re covered in punch, you really gotta ask? Ain’t you supposed to be smart or something, Lab Rat?”
“So…is that why you’re here? Cause Christine poured punch on my dress?” Clara laughs and her tone turns teasing. “Was the Butch-Man worried about me?”
“Hello no,” Butch scoffs and drinks some more. His face is red but she doesn’t know if it’s from the alcohol or if he’s blushing. “I’m here cause everyone else cool enough to hang out with is off screwin’ and I sure as shit ain’t goin’ home this early. I didn’t even know you’d be here, figured you’d be home cryin’ into your pillow.”
“So why are you still here, Butch?” Clara’s asks him shortly. He could’ve left the second he saw her here and found some other hole to drink in. She tells him this.
“It’s always better to have a drinkin’ buddy,” he says it like it’s something they teach in school. Then he smirks and his eyes glint mischievously, like they always do when he’s about to say something obnoxious. “‘Sides…if I can get enough booze in you maybe Wally won’t be the only Tunnel Snake gettin’ lucky tonight. Whaddaya say, girl?”
Clara rolls her eyes and braces herself for another gulp of Vodka. It burns less this time but it still tastes terrible. She points at Butch as she speaks, “If you want to keep your Tunnel Snake, you’ll keep your hands off me.”
Butch matches her with his whiskey and smirks, undaunted by her threat. “Yeah, yeah, Red…. Drink up and lemme know if you change your mind—won’t blame you if you do. No one can resist the Butch-Man.”
Clara snorts.
Re: As Time Goes By [F!LW/Butch]
(Anonymous) 2012-02-03 07:02 am (UTC)(link)She quickly discovers that she is a talkative drunk. Her mind is a full three minutes behind her mouth and somewhere through a vodka fog she knows she should just shut up. Butch isn’t nearly as drunk as her—his tolerance level is higher than hers and his whiskey bottle a lot smaller than her now cherished vodka bottle—and she knows he’ll probably remember more of this night and what was said than she will. She can’t stop talking though. She pours vodka down her throat and pours her heart out as she does.
Butch is a surprisingly a quiet drunk, or maybe he’s just listening to her, she isn’t sure. He doesn’t interrupt her though as she vents about her G.O.A.T. results (“Marriage counselor…really!? Who even—I can’t!”) and her dad (“I love him but sometimes it’s jus’ really, really, really hard having him as a dad. He’s always analyzing things with his doctor brain—”). He doesn’t say a word until she’s ranting about Christine and the fruit punch.
“—it’s not even that I like this dress because I hate dresses. It’s jus’ that now I’m sticky an’ smell like fruit on top a’ the pink dress! So I look extra stupid!” Clara huffs and drinks down some more burning vodka. She scrunches her nose at the sensation now, not the taste. She thinks taste buds have actually given up and left her for the night.
“Nah, you def’nitely don’t look stupid, Red,” Butch laughs and kills off his whiskey.
Clara looks over at him with narrow eyes. At some point they both decided that the floor was the best place to sit and so he’s directly across from her, back against a crate and legs stretched out in front of him. She’s the same—though her legs aren’t spread like his because no amount of alcohol in the world could make her forget that this is Butch Deloria and he will look up her skirt if he gets the chance.
Except he’s not even looking at her and that’s annoying to Clara. His head is tilted back and his eyes are closed and he almost looks like he’s sleeping. She wiggles her toes and they brush against Butch’s knee and he jerks at the touch. Clara giggles uncontrollably and he just shakes his head.
“What’s s’funny, Lightweight?” Butch pushes off of the crate and leans forward. Clara claps her hands over her face and shakes her head. Her cheeks hurt from laughing and she doesn’t even know what’s funny. Maybe it’s the whole situation, the whole night—she’s drunk with Butch Deloria in a storage room. Butch leans in close to her, a smile on his face. “What’s s’funny? Lemme in on this.”
“S’nothing I was just…thinking about the prom,” she says with a wave of her hand. “Ya know…for a second I was excited ‘bout it. Freddie even promised me a dance! And I know, it’s Freddie, but…it would’ve been nice. Cause like I’m always just the Lab Rat, you know? Like I’m…Red. I don’t think anyone even thinks of me as a girl half the time! So it just would’ve been nice…”
Clara looks down at her fruit punch splattered dress and sighs. She wishes she had stayed home. It would’ve been less disappointing.
Re: As Time Goes By [F!LW/Butch]
(Anonymous) 2012-02-03 07:05 am (UTC)(link)“What?”
“C’mere, stand up,” Butch shakes his hand for emphasis and Clara hesitantly grabs it. He pulls her up onto her feet and sighs once more. “I’m gonna dance with you but only so you stop whining, got it? Don’t go thinkin’ anything into it or anything stupid.”
Butch hooks one arm around her waist and makes to grab her hand with the other but she stops him, pulling back so that she can fiddle with her pip-boy. She hears Butch groan as the soft music starts to play and she smiles up at him excitedly. He laces his fingers through hers and starts to lead her around the tiny space.
You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by
Clara stumbles as they dance, naturally. She’s never been the lightest on her feet and the alcohol definitely isn’t helping her. Butch more than makes up for her lack of grace though. He’s done this before, probably practiced with Christine in the weeks leading up to prom. The thought annoys Clara. She doesn’t have much time to dwell on it though because Butch twirls her and she trips, falling to the floor and bringing Butch down with her.
And when two lovers woo
They still say I love you
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by
Clara starts laughing again. Her shoulders shake and her stomach starts to ache and she can’t stop giggling. She’s not alone this time, at least, because Butch is laughing to. She looks up at him through her tears and feels her chest tighten. This is a perfect moment, she thinks very suddenly. She remembers her dad telling her all the stories about her mom and how they had moments, precious seconds of perfection where nothing else existed outside of the people experiencing it. I’m having a perfect moment, she thinks again. With Butch…
Moonlight and love songs, never out of date
Hearts full of passion, jealousy and hate
Woman needs man and man must have his mate
That no one can deny
“You don’t like me,” she reminds him softly. She’s afraid to speak too loudly, or speak at all, because everything seems so breakable all of a sudden.
Butch hovers above her, his eyes glassy and unfocused. He doesn’t have his usual smirk on his face, something she’s inexpressibly grateful for. There’s a small smile on his lips when he speaks, “Maybe I do…”
It’s still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by
MY HEART COULDNT TAKE IT AND EXPLODED
(Anonymous) 2012-02-03 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)Re: As Time Goes By [F!LW/Butch]
(Anonymous) 2012-02-03 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)Re: As Time Goes By [F!LW/Butch]
(Anonymous) 2012-02-07 10:45 am (UTC)(link)That line is sheer perfection. It captures Butch's personality so beautifully.
Re: As Time Goes By [F!LW/Butch]
(Anonymous) 2012-02-09 03:21 am (UTC)(link)Re: As Time Goes By [F!LW/Butch]
(Anonymous) 2012-02-16 08:25 am (UTC)(link)Why is this so perfect?
Why?!