Rating: G+Part of the Thneed Brothers AU
“Are you sure that’s a very good idea?” Oncie tilted his head to look at it, a large and—in all honesty—obtrusive object hanging from the ceiling. “I mean, we already had the multi-colored lights installed a month ago. Isn’t this kindof…well, overdoing it?” He crossed his arms and pulled his lips to one side of his face; the dissaproval in the addition of a retro disco ball was more than evident to his slightly (very slightly) older twin brother.
“You don’t understand style, Once. You’ll see. All the clubbers will love it.” Greed, while unable to actually move his head or body around from where he was standing on a ladder, easily smoothed his smirk into the tone of his overly-smug voice. “Just trust me on this one.” He gave the object a few last adjustments to make sure it was secure on the ceiling above the dance area, and then started climbing down to his brother’s level again. Oncie was already speaking before his shoe touched the linoleum of the nightclub’s floor.
“I can already see it falling on someone. Or a drunk guy tossing beer bottles at it.” The mental images were horrible. He could practically see someone knocking it down (it wasn’t as if he doubted Greed-ler’s ability to build it right), and sending glass flying everywhere. A mess, a danger hazard, definitely something that Oncie did not want to worry about. “Or worse, what if it falls because it loosens up there? Then we’d have bits of glass /all over/ to worry about. Could you imagine the damage? The injury?” But soon the brother was more regarding the questions to himself rather than Greed, his hands flinging about in a small bout of worry and panic.
But of course, Oncie was just being Oncie. He was the more easily worried of the two brothers, and Greed certainly liked teasing him for it.
“That’s what we have security for. Kicking someone’s sorry ass out if they cause any trouble. You know, like what happened last time.” Greed shrugged, pushing his green-gloved hands up into the air with a sense of carelessness in his motion. They never had too many customers who ever needed to be escorted out of the building, so Greed didn’t see what all the fuss was; he had already spoken to Oncie about it a week or so back. Of course, his brother might have been busy (juggling cooking, laundry, and being on the phone at the time), but it was still valid. He /heard/ Greed tell him about it, just may not have comprehended it.
One way or another, he got his disco ball up and on the ceiling, screwed tight and secure just how he was supposed to.
Though, Oncie didn’t seem to take well to his brother’s casual shrugging of the memory.
“Last time? You mean the time when /YOU/ were one of the drunk off your ass?” If possible, Oncie’s expression got even more accusing than it had been before. Bumbling idiots they had been, drunk out of their minds and stumbling through the club like some kind of spectacle. Oncie never saw his brother so wasted before. At least he didn’t do anything illegal.
And with a sheepish chuckle, the older twin reassured his brother with a firm pat on his back.
“That was a drinking contest. Not like any of us got hurt or anything. And, just for the record, I totally fucking won.” Of course, he may not recall a lot of it (the memory was still fuzzy in places), but he had to admit; that was one of the best parties he had ever been too. Well, of course, since he was the one who had organised it. The grand opening party of Club Thneed was still circulating through stories and tales of drinking and dancing around the city. “S’not as if you can drink anything more than a margarita, babe.”
“That’s because….er…well….” When his younger brother couldn’t come up with a fast enough comment, he simply gave him another firm pat on the back, and a sharp smile of amusement. He decided not to say anything, and instead simply let his arm move from Oncie’s shoulders to his lithe waist, pulling his body until they were nearly pressed together, both looking up in a combination of joy from one (Greed) and continuing disapproval from the other (Oncie).
It wasn’t as if it was sticking out like a sore thumb. Really, it wasn’t all that bad for the dance-portion of the club’s aesthetics it was just….there. Big and round and glittering already, despite the normal lights filling the room instead of the new ones Oncie had installed last month.
It…looked secure enough. It didn’t seem as if it could fall down so easily, either. Club Thneed didn’t have too many rowdy customers, so Oncie decided he could take off a flung beer bottle from his list of mental worries…
Well, considering how much his brother liked it….
Oncie gave a short huff, his mouth quirking in shapes just to find a way to allow it without enlarging Greed’s ego too much.
“Well….It can stay for a few nights.” he tried to keep his tone as general as possible, but it was obvious that it hadn’t come out that way when the man beside him gave a gentle chuckle. “Seriously though; if it kills someone, it’s on your head. Not going to even try bailing you out on a murder charge.”
And Oncie turned his head over to look at Greed, finding that the man was already looking at him. Looking, and smiling, sharp teeth flashing bright in the normal lighting.
“Love ya, Once,” And then he pressed his face forward just enough, and the two met in a gentle, soft kiss. After giving the moment of natural elation to pass, the slightly shorter twin smiled against his lover’s lips, quickly replying with a soft, ‘love you,’ in return.
Maybe the disco ball wasn’t all /that/ bad. It could stay a while.