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[SPN/Leverage] Two Men Walk Into A Lesbian Bar :: PG :: Gen :: 1/1
Title: Two Men Walk Into A Lesbian Bar
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chaletian
Fandom: SPN/Leverage
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Vague for Leverage 1x06
Summary: Someone tells a joke.
Author’s Note: I am clearly not the only one to have had the idea for this crossover, but tant pis! Thought I’d post anyway… Not sure this works, but experimentation is always interesting.
- So, three men walked into a bar. No, wait. Two men walked into a bar.
- You sure it wasn’t four men? Or five? Maybe just one?
- Shut up. Two men walked into a bar. And they – hey, did I mention it was a lesbian bar?
- Ooh. No.
- Well, it was. Where was I? Right. Two men walked into a lesbian bar. Well, not together. I mean, not together together, but not together at all. One man walked into a lesbian bar. And then another man. So there were two.
- In the lesbian bar.
- Right!
- Yep. And?
- What?
- Two men were coincidentally in a lesbian bar at the same time. I mean, that’s just the set-up for a joke. You’ve still got to do the rest of it.
- Oh. Right. I see. So, these two guys…
- In the lesbian bar.
- Look, this will move a lot faster if you stop interrupting!
- Sorry.
- These two guys are real macho ladies’ men, right? All swagger and sex appeal and that look in their eyes. Also, both a bit crazy.
- This isn’t gonna be some weird snuff thing, is it?
- What? Ew, no!
- Just making sure. So, crazy guys.
- Right. Yes. But in a good, tortured soul kinda way, OK? Not freaky psycho killers or anything. Much. So they start hitting on girls. Who are, obviously, not that interested.
- Obviously.
- And then they sorta catch each other’s scent.
- OK, that could not have sounded more gross.
- I mean, in an alpha-male-fight-to-the-death way, not a let-me-smell-your-butt way. So now they’re sorta circling. And still hitting on girls.
- And the tension’s ratcheting up…
- Oh yeah. It’s real tense now. And the weather’s all sultry, and the music’s hot and the beer’s cold, and there’re just these two guys circling in this lesbian bar.
- Uh…
- And everyone’s just kinda waiting for a spark, like for the Franz Ferdinand of the night, and everyone’s watching, and these two guys are there…
- And? And?
- And then this chick Casey tells ‘em to go on home, and the guy with long hair tells her some schmaltzy line, and she whacks him one, and then Amy, who’s kinda weird, tells the other one – and boy did he have the prettiest eyes! – to go on home, cuz he wouldn’t find what he was lookin’ for there. And then they left.
- …
- You gonna eat that?
- You tell the worst jokes.
- Yeah, come to think of it, it doesn’t live up to the set-up.
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chaletianFandom: SPN/Leverage
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Vague for Leverage 1x06
Summary: Someone tells a joke.
Author’s Note: I am clearly not the only one to have had the idea for this crossover, but tant pis! Thought I’d post anyway… Not sure this works, but experimentation is always interesting.
- So, three men walked into a bar. No, wait. Two men walked into a bar.
- You sure it wasn’t four men? Or five? Maybe just one?
- Shut up. Two men walked into a bar. And they – hey, did I mention it was a lesbian bar?
- Ooh. No.
- Well, it was. Where was I? Right. Two men walked into a lesbian bar. Well, not together. I mean, not together together, but not together at all. One man walked into a lesbian bar. And then another man. So there were two.
- In the lesbian bar.
- Right!
- Yep. And?
- What?
- Two men were coincidentally in a lesbian bar at the same time. I mean, that’s just the set-up for a joke. You’ve still got to do the rest of it.
- Oh. Right. I see. So, these two guys…
- In the lesbian bar.
- Look, this will move a lot faster if you stop interrupting!
- Sorry.
- These two guys are real macho ladies’ men, right? All swagger and sex appeal and that look in their eyes. Also, both a bit crazy.
- This isn’t gonna be some weird snuff thing, is it?
- What? Ew, no!
- Just making sure. So, crazy guys.
- Right. Yes. But in a good, tortured soul kinda way, OK? Not freaky psycho killers or anything. Much. So they start hitting on girls. Who are, obviously, not that interested.
- Obviously.
- And then they sorta catch each other’s scent.
- OK, that could not have sounded more gross.
- I mean, in an alpha-male-fight-to-the-death way, not a let-me-smell-your-butt way. So now they’re sorta circling. And still hitting on girls.
- And the tension’s ratcheting up…
- Oh yeah. It’s real tense now. And the weather’s all sultry, and the music’s hot and the beer’s cold, and there’re just these two guys circling in this lesbian bar.
- Uh…
- And everyone’s just kinda waiting for a spark, like for the Franz Ferdinand of the night, and everyone’s watching, and these two guys are there…
- And? And?
- And then this chick Casey tells ‘em to go on home, and the guy with long hair tells her some schmaltzy line, and she whacks him one, and then Amy, who’s kinda weird, tells the other one – and boy did he have the prettiest eyes! – to go on home, cuz he wouldn’t find what he was lookin’ for there. And then they left.
- …
- You gonna eat that?
- You tell the worst jokes.
- Yeah, come to think of it, it doesn’t live up to the set-up.
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It really, really works.
*cracks up*
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Ooh, layout! Are you in the process of editing or are you sticking with this as the final product?
(OK so you obviously got over that while I was at Brownies! Ignore me...)
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Thank you, that was hilarious!
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Loved this.
(I like the absolutely *wounded* expression on Eliot's face as he tells Nate it was a lesbioan bar...)
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I'da paid good cash money to watch Eliot's expression click from stunned to pissed to stunned again when he's clocked by the chick he'd been trying to get his suave on...
*gigglesnort*
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This is all kinds of awesome, but especially:
Yes. But in a good, tortured soul kinda way, OK? Not freaky psycho killers or anything. Much.
and
I mean, in an alpha-male-fight-to-the-death way, not a let-me-smell-your-butt way.
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