Don't mess with the marching band: Girl beats back would-be muggers with marching band baton Dom reads aloud from the LA Times. "Marching band 2, thugs 0."
"What're ye on about?" Billy says, one eyebrow raised, eyes sparkling. "'re ye suggesting we should arm ourselves with batons? Look mighty fine combined with an elvish short sword and a kilt." He's not laughing, not really, but only just barely not- it's that bubbly little sound underneath his voice that makes Dom smile back, and take him up on it.
"I always thought marching band was kind of interesting, to be honest. Not that 've the discipline for it. But the flags and colours, the baton twirling, reading off the front of your horn as you march and play at the same time? That's got to require some magnificent co-ordination."
Billy thinks to himself that what requires magnificent co-ordination these days is time together. He misses the carefree days of filming, misses late nights and early mornings and the shared trailer and everything they mean. He's happy now- he is, they each are- but it was fun, so much fun, hidden away in Middle Earth with Dom. Well. Least said, soonest mended, or some such tripe.
What he says out loud is, "We should wear our kilts. Go out to dinner in them. Give the camera-hounds a bit of a look, eh? Stir up rumours, for old times' sake?"
"We could," Dom says, sly smile coming over his face. "We could at that. Be our own marching band, yeah?" He mimes playing bagpipes, and Billy cuffs him, none too gently, on the shoulder.
"We've been our own marching band before, no? With the others, remember? And Viggo the mad Viking in his bathrobe with his troll, and your hair flying-" running his hand over Dom's shaved head "-and was it Hannah Lij was with? Those were the days, when we had our own little corner of the world..."
"They were, and it was," Dom says, sighing. "Guess if we go out tonight, since we don't have Viggo, we'd better get batons, yeah?"
Billy cracks up. "Or I can just twirl you down the street- that ought to scare any muggers off."

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glass_moment because This still makes me smile and smile *nods* and thanks to
feelforfaith who had the pic, and
stormatdusk who knew who to ask for it. what WOULD we do without friends who understand us?]
[ETA: not at all connected except by it's being May, and batons, but here: Now is the Month of Maying a madrigal with a very happy conductor!]
"What're ye on about?" Billy says, one eyebrow raised, eyes sparkling. "'re ye suggesting we should arm ourselves with batons? Look mighty fine combined with an elvish short sword and a kilt." He's not laughing, not really, but only just barely not- it's that bubbly little sound underneath his voice that makes Dom smile back, and take him up on it.
"I always thought marching band was kind of interesting, to be honest. Not that 've the discipline for it. But the flags and colours, the baton twirling, reading off the front of your horn as you march and play at the same time? That's got to require some magnificent co-ordination."
Billy thinks to himself that what requires magnificent co-ordination these days is time together. He misses the carefree days of filming, misses late nights and early mornings and the shared trailer and everything they mean. He's happy now- he is, they each are- but it was fun, so much fun, hidden away in Middle Earth with Dom. Well. Least said, soonest mended, or some such tripe.
What he says out loud is, "We should wear our kilts. Go out to dinner in them. Give the camera-hounds a bit of a look, eh? Stir up rumours, for old times' sake?"
"We could," Dom says, sly smile coming over his face. "We could at that. Be our own marching band, yeah?" He mimes playing bagpipes, and Billy cuffs him, none too gently, on the shoulder.
"We've been our own marching band before, no? With the others, remember? And Viggo the mad Viking in his bathrobe with his troll, and your hair flying-" running his hand over Dom's shaved head "-and was it Hannah Lij was with? Those were the days, when we had our own little corner of the world..."
"They were, and it was," Dom says, sighing. "Guess if we go out tonight, since we don't have Viggo, we'd better get batons, yeah?"
Billy cracks up. "Or I can just twirl you down the street- that ought to scare any muggers off."
[a/n for
[ETA: not at all connected except by it's being May, and batons, but here: Now is the Month of Maying a madrigal with a very happy conductor!]
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Date: 2009-05-03 01:26 am (UTC)Anytime Billy wants to wear a kilt is okay with me! This was sweet and fun. Thank you!
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Date: 2009-05-03 01:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-03 02:30 am (UTC)methinks dom would be happy to be twirly all by his sweet little self. ♥
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Date: 2009-05-03 11:28 pm (UTC)oh, wait- looking at your icon, i think billy and dom might do a bit of mugging.
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Date: 2009-05-03 03:25 am (UTC)That is always very welcome, and so are the kilts. That was fun :).
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Date: 2009-05-03 11:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-03 10:32 am (UTC)Those were the days!
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Date: 2009-05-03 11:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-03 01:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-03 11:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-03 03:22 pm (UTC)There are so many fun bits in this, but the wonderful ease of these two, sharing a newspaper and memories, is the best.
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Date: 2009-05-03 11:29 pm (UTC)they do have a wonderful ease in real life, methinks, which makes it easy to write it.
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Date: 2009-05-03 11:24 pm (UTC)I loved it; thanks so much for sharing!
Btw, you inadvertently thrilled me by mentioning color guard. Heehee, I spent 5 years spinning flags and this is the first time I've ever seen it mentioned in a fic.
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Date: 2009-05-03 11:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-04 12:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-04 12:12 am (UTC)it's all her fault *huge grin* that i'm even in m_m! I'll ask.
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Date: 2009-05-04 11:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-05 02:19 pm (UTC)I always loved that pic...and we all can see Dom went all out wearing that long haired wig and flowing shirt. I bet all of them had a great time during the time of that picture. Just the elated look from Billy is all that is needed to tell! I always wondered if all the guys went 'commando' under those kilts...;P
Thanks for the cute story!
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Date: 2009-05-22 02:05 am (UTC)Thank you!