Too Good Is True, Chapter Twenty Seven: I'm back! :D

[ladyofleithian]

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, I mean the author no discomfort, and guys? Please leave concrit. ^__^
 

Author's Notes: Well, I'm back. ^__^ Sorry for the wait, BTW; I got blocked.



[INT. COLONEL TOBIN'S QUARTERS -- NIGHT.

Everyone continues to sit around the table, reading the fanfic as Obi-Wan acts out a scene from "Daleks in Manhattan" -- the musical number, to be more precise.]

CHAPTER 27


ARAWN: Is it too late to assume that I'm being punished for my sins during the Mandalorian Wars?

VISAS MARR: Of course not, Exile. *Pats hand*






Gary, Joe Don, and Jay stumbled off the stage covered in sweat.


MIRA (deadpan): And there was much rejoicing amongst the fangirl world.


They all took showers and put on clean clothes for the after concert party with about thirty fans. Suprisingly, Joe Don was the first one out. I heard him walk up behind me. "Hey sexy," I said, closing my book and twisting around. "Hey your self." He laughed and sat down next to me. I leaned in for a kiss and Joe Don did the rest. With my other hand I started tracing his abs through his shirt . . .



CANDEROUS: Just say the word and I'll kill them both. Please?

ANAKIN: I really doubt it'll work, Canderous.

CANDEROUS: Dammit...



"Hey, cut that out!"


ATTON: Oh, thank you, Force.


. . . That was Jay. I glared at him.


MIRA (sarcastic): Yeah, because how dare other people, you know, complain about the sexytimes going on in their room while they're trying to concentrate? Bedrooms aren't used just for putting on makeup, you know!



Jay just shrugged and grabbed a bag of something, candy, I think and started eating and smacking. Desiree - "I'm going to go find the most Jay crazed fan and sic her on you and Gary, JD and I are not going to call her off." Jay laughed.


ANAKIN: Oh sweet mother of the Force...*swigs caf*

PALPATINE (sympathetic yet annoyed): Would you build up some resistance, Anakin?

ANAKIN (a la Homer Simpson in the "Urge to kill" scene): Can't...caf addiction...too strong!




Jay - "Sure, whatever." Brandon stuck his head the room at that moment. "You got five more minutes."

Desiree - "Okay, thanks Brandon. Have you seen Gary?"


NASH (as Brandon): Oh, he's filming the Dark Knight sequel. Thank God for him.


Brandon - "Yeah, he's headed here right now."

Desiree - "Thanks."

A couple minutes later the door opened and the chosen fans streamed in. We all stood up and greeted them. After everyone got hugs, some of the fans drifted to over to the table with the food on it, grabbed something then sat by their favorite or picked our brains.


NASH (as random fan/Dalek): We need your flesssssssssh...

ANAKIN: Okay, Nash, I don't need the "Daleks in Manhattan" flashbacks, thanks.



There was a young girl about 12, with long red curls and big blue eyes, talking to her older sister.

I signed a couple shirts, and when I turned around she was walking shyly up to Joe don. Joe don said something to her and she blushed. I walked over meet her. I sat down on the couch with Joe Don in the middle and the girl on his right.

Desiree - "Hi Sweety, what's your name?''


NASH: I'm trying to think of a good Palpatine joke. It's not coming.

ANAKIN: *Screams into pillow*

BOBA FETT: Huh? Whazzat? What was that?

MIRA: Just Anakin screaming like a girl. Nothing serious.

ANAKIN: Wha -- hey!



I said as the girl's eyes got really big. "Amanda, but all my friends call me Mandy."

"How long have you been a fan?" Joe Don asked.

Amanda - "Five years. I have all you cds and I can't wait for your next one, you guys are the best band in the business."


CHICK: *Whistling Lady Gaga's "Paparazzi" and can't be bothered*



Joe Don smiled.

Desiree - "And who is you favorite Flatt?" Amanda blushed.

Amanda - "Joe Don."


ANAKIN (face buried in hands): Who's surprised?


Desiree - "Aww. Mine too." Joe Don and I laughed.


Suddenly Joe Don reached up behind him, took off one of his necklaces and handed it Amanda.


BOBA FETT: Huh? You mean Amanda from Saw?

ARAWN: You wish, Fett.

BOBA FETT: Dammit... *Falls back asleep and dreams about catching rollerfish instead*



Amanda looked like she won the lottery. We talked a minute or so then more people came to have stuff signed and ask questions.


NASH: For example, is there a magic potion around that'll make this fic stop sucking?

CHICK: Wrong genre, Nash.

NASH: Dammit...