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twincityhackerTitle: Mike, Joel, and a Bottle of Pertsovka
Fandom: MST3K
Characters: Mike Nelson, Joel Robinson
Prompt: Passing
Word Count: 826
Rating: PG - If the charecters can drink Bud on the show, I can rate this PG.
Summery: Mike, Joel, and a bottle of Pertsovka.
Author's Note: Might possibley be continued, as it was supposed to be my entry for the Celabration Challenge, but they refused to be more than awkward before I found my stopping point.
Table: Twincityhacker's Table of Beastly Plot Bunnies
It was another day on the Satellite of Love, which meant it was another experiment. Mike Nelson didn't know if he could use the word 'lucky' to say that they survived another one of Pearl's tortures, but they had come out of the theater with sanity intact, which was always a good thing. But could still hear the annoyingly catchy song that they played over the end credits.
Mike realized that he wasn't imagining the singing, he actually could hear someone singing. He wondered if he had gone space mad in the last five minutes. Mike looked around the corner and saw someone else walking down the corridor.
"Hello?" Mike called out. The other man snapped around to look at him.
"Hello?" he called back.
So, apparently Mike had gone crazy or the previous captive on the SOL had spontaneously appeared in the Satellite of Love long after he'd escaped. Being an optimistic person he was, Mike went with the later. "Hey, aren't you Joel?"
"Yeah, but how did you get... No I'm not going to even ask. Who are you?"
"It's usually the best isn't it? And I'm Mike."
"I guess since we've been introduced, and I just happen to have this," Joel said, pulling out a bottle of clear liquid, "and I just also hate to drink alone, care to join me?"
"Is it alcohol?"
Joel's smile twitched. "Do you even have to ask?"
Mike patted the floor next to him, "Have a seat."
"Don't mind if I do."
"What is that? Vodka?" Mike said as the other man opened the bottle.
"Yeah. Here, try some. It's a little strong."
Warily, Mike took a sip and nearly choked as the liquor burned down his throat. "What is this stuff?"
"Only the best thing to be made from rye! Pertsovka. It's a recipe for pepper and honey flavored vodka recipe I got awhile back."
"It certainly is... interesting." he said as he took another, smaller, pull.
"It grows on you." he said as he took the bottle from Mike's hands.
"So it does."
"So, Mike, tell me about yourself." Joel said, taking a swallow of the liquor.
"Uh, there's not much to say."
"Well, you could start with you're last name, or why you know me, or just take the bottle."
Mike quickly took the offered item and took another sip.
"That bad, huh?"
"No. Yes. Somewhere in between." Mike began as Mike told his story to the other man, carefully leaving out that the reason why he had been sent up.
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"Except, how do you know me?"
"It's just.." Mike didn't want to get Joel's hopes up, just incase he was from an alternate universe and not from the past.
"Nah, you don't have to tell me."
"Well, you don't die." Mike said as he patted Joel's Mike's arm in reassurance.
Joel's body tensed under Mike's touch. Mike pulled away.
"No, it's okay. Just been awhile since someone other than the 'bots touched me." Joel said, relaxing back onto the wall.
Mike started fiddling with the Pertsovka bottle in his hands. "So how long...?"
"Four years. And you?"
The other man shrugged. "I would say about the same, but with all the time traveling, I'm not sure anymore."
"I'm... uh. Well." giving up on words, Joel rested his hand lightly on Mike's arm. "You know, right?"
"Yeah." Mike passed the bottle back to Joel, who took a slightly more generous swig than he had been. The two sat in silence for a few minutes.
"How was it out there?"
"Out where?"
"Out at the edge of the universe, or wherever you guys were."
"Oh. Big and pretty much empty. Except for the aliens that wanted to experiment on us or eat us or assimilate us. Then there where the aliens that were just annoying."
"So it's like here, except the aliens part?"
"Now that you mention it..."
"That's just depressing." Joel said and passed back the bottle.
Mike knocked back a shot, managing to just choke a little bit this time. "Sing it, sister."
"Well, I've had this fantasy where me and the 'bots would manage to break off from escape Earth's orbit and head for the Kupir Belt or something."
"Sounds nice." Mike said, thinking the exact opposite.
"Yeah. Yeah, it would have been."
"Let's have a toast." Mike suddenly said to change the subject.
"But we don't have any glasses to toast with." Joel protested.
"If we can pretend to be women, we can pretend to be holding shot glasses. Now, let's have a toast to escape, to which we will eventually do!"
"Here, here!" and they knocked their invisible, intangible glasses together.
Fandom: MST3K
Characters: Mike Nelson, Joel Robinson
Prompt: Passing
Word Count: 826
Rating: PG - If the charecters can drink Bud on the show, I can rate this PG.
Summery: Mike, Joel, and a bottle of Pertsovka.
Author's Note: Might possibley be continued, as it was supposed to be my entry for the Celabration Challenge, but they refused to be more than awkward before I found my stopping point.
Table: Twincityhacker's Table of Beastly Plot Bunnies
It was another day on the Satellite of Love, which meant it was another experiment. Mike Nelson didn't know if he could use the word 'lucky' to say that they survived another one of Pearl's tortures, but they had come out of the theater with sanity intact, which was always a good thing. But could still hear the annoyingly catchy song that they played over the end credits.
Mike realized that he wasn't imagining the singing, he actually could hear someone singing. He wondered if he had gone space mad in the last five minutes. Mike looked around the corner and saw someone else walking down the corridor.
"Hello?" Mike called out. The other man snapped around to look at him.
"Hello?" he called back.
So, apparently Mike had gone crazy or the previous captive on the SOL had spontaneously appeared in the Satellite of Love long after he'd escaped. Being an optimistic person he was, Mike went with the later. "Hey, aren't you Joel?"
"Yeah, but how did you get... No I'm not going to even ask. Who are you?"
"It's usually the best isn't it? And I'm Mike."
"I guess since we've been introduced, and I just happen to have this," Joel said, pulling out a bottle of clear liquid, "and I just also hate to drink alone, care to join me?"
"Is it alcohol?"
Joel's smile twitched. "Do you even have to ask?"
Mike patted the floor next to him, "Have a seat."
"Don't mind if I do."
"What is that? Vodka?" Mike said as the other man opened the bottle.
"Yeah. Here, try some. It's a little strong."
Warily, Mike took a sip and nearly choked as the liquor burned down his throat. "What is this stuff?"
"Only the best thing to be made from rye! Pertsovka. It's a recipe for pepper and honey flavored vodka recipe I got awhile back."
"It certainly is... interesting." he said as he took another, smaller, pull.
"It grows on you." he said as he took the bottle from Mike's hands.
"So it does."
"So, Mike, tell me about yourself." Joel said, taking a swallow of the liquor.
"Uh, there's not much to say."
"Well, you could start with you're last name, or why you know me, or just take the bottle."
Mike quickly took the offered item and took another sip.
"That bad, huh?"
"No. Yes. Somewhere in between." Mike began as Mike told his story to the other man, carefully leaving out that the reason why he had been sent up.
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"Except, how do you know me?"
"It's just.." Mike didn't want to get Joel's hopes up, just incase he was from an alternate universe and not from the past.
"Nah, you don't have to tell me."
"Well, you don't die." Mike said as he patted Joel's Mike's arm in reassurance.
Joel's body tensed under Mike's touch. Mike pulled away.
"No, it's okay. Just been awhile since someone other than the 'bots touched me." Joel said, relaxing back onto the wall.
Mike started fiddling with the Pertsovka bottle in his hands. "So how long...?"
"Four years. And you?"
The other man shrugged. "I would say about the same, but with all the time traveling, I'm not sure anymore."
"I'm... uh. Well." giving up on words, Joel rested his hand lightly on Mike's arm. "You know, right?"
"Yeah." Mike passed the bottle back to Joel, who took a slightly more generous swig than he had been. The two sat in silence for a few minutes.
"How was it out there?"
"Out where?"
"Out at the edge of the universe, or wherever you guys were."
"Oh. Big and pretty much empty. Except for the aliens that wanted to experiment on us or eat us or assimilate us. Then there where the aliens that were just annoying."
"So it's like here, except the aliens part?"
"Now that you mention it..."
"That's just depressing." Joel said and passed back the bottle.
Mike knocked back a shot, managing to just choke a little bit this time. "Sing it, sister."
"Well, I've had this fantasy where me and the 'bots would manage to break off from escape Earth's orbit and head for the Kupir Belt or something."
"Sounds nice." Mike said, thinking the exact opposite.
"Yeah. Yeah, it would have been."
"Let's have a toast." Mike suddenly said to change the subject.
"But we don't have any glasses to toast with." Joel protested.
"If we can pretend to be women, we can pretend to be holding shot glasses. Now, let's have a toast to escape, to which we will eventually do!"
"Here, here!" and they knocked their invisible, intangible glasses together.
