The Holiday Special (July 21, 2020)
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bluetigerpinkbunnyTitle: The Holiday Special
Prompt: Star Wars Holiday Special
Fandom: Original
Characters: Amber, Bernd
Word count: 534
Rating: G
Summary: Bernd watches Star Wars Holiday Special…
Author’s Notes: Thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this for me. Please also note that Amber belongs to her.
Bernd sat at his computer and frowned. He had found the “Star Wars Holiday Special” online and had downloaded for later, when he had time to watch it. That time had come and as he watched it, the feeling of “what the hell am I watching?” grew stronger and stronger.
By the time he was ten minutes into it, Bernd was convinced whoever came up with this and whoever gave the approval to make it were wasted in ten foot high capital letters. When the half hour mark hit, he was sure the cast was intoxicated just to get through the process of filming such a bizarre script. Another ten minutes and Bernd had a feeling he was supposed to be high to watch it. He idly wondered if he should bring it over to James’ place when he went this weekend so they could make a drinking game out of it. That was when he realized in order to make a good drinking game, he would have to watch it several times and take notes.
Forcing himself to watch to the end, Bernd was grateful for the interruption when Amber poked her head in to let him know lunch was ready. “Danke!” he said as he paused the video and stood up.
Amber shook her head at him. “You’re not watching some weird-assed porn again, are you?”
“I wish!” He walked over to her.
“Then what are you watching?”
“The ‘Star Wars Holiday Special.’ It’s…” he trailed off, at a loss for words as they left his room and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
Amber chuckled. “I could have saved you the trouble and told you how bad it was.”
Bernd shrugged.
“Oh right, you’re the one, who insisted on seeing ‘The Last Jedi,’ after James and Cesare told you how bad it was.”
“I had to see for myself how bad it was.”
“True.”
Bernd sat down at the kitchen table and Amber set a bowl of tomato soup in front of him. She carried her bowl over to sit opposite him. Bernd reached for a grill cheese sandwich from the stack on a plate between them. He cut it in half, dipping it in his soup before eating it. Amber also helped herself to a sandwich.
“Did you finish watching it?”
“Not yet; I have about a half hour left.”
Amber grinned. “You’re nothing if not thorough, but you don’t need to torture yourself any further.”
Bernd sipped his soup. “I know, but I want to see how it ends.”
Amber gave him “the look” and shook her head. “I’m sorry; I forgot who I’m dealing with.” She laughed. “But don’t come crying to me if you get nightmares from it,” she teased.
“Awe…” Bernd playfully whined. “Can I come crying to you if I’m cold?”
Amber rolled her eyes at him. “Sure, but make sure you put socks on and keep those icicles you call feet to yourself.” She grinned. “Because if I don’t kill you, Greta will.”
Bernd laughed. “Yes, ma’am!”
They finished their lunch. While Amber cleaned up after them, Bernd hurried back upstairs. He still had a half hour left of the movie and he was determined to watch until the end.
Prompt: Star Wars Holiday Special
Fandom: Original
Characters: Amber, Bernd
Word count: 534
Rating: G
Summary: Bernd watches Star Wars Holiday Special…
Author’s Notes: Thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this for me. Please also note that Amber belongs to her.
Bernd sat at his computer and frowned. He had found the “Star Wars Holiday Special” online and had downloaded for later, when he had time to watch it. That time had come and as he watched it, the feeling of “what the hell am I watching?” grew stronger and stronger.
By the time he was ten minutes into it, Bernd was convinced whoever came up with this and whoever gave the approval to make it were wasted in ten foot high capital letters. When the half hour mark hit, he was sure the cast was intoxicated just to get through the process of filming such a bizarre script. Another ten minutes and Bernd had a feeling he was supposed to be high to watch it. He idly wondered if he should bring it over to James’ place when he went this weekend so they could make a drinking game out of it. That was when he realized in order to make a good drinking game, he would have to watch it several times and take notes.
Forcing himself to watch to the end, Bernd was grateful for the interruption when Amber poked her head in to let him know lunch was ready. “Danke!” he said as he paused the video and stood up.
Amber shook her head at him. “You’re not watching some weird-assed porn again, are you?”
“I wish!” He walked over to her.
“Then what are you watching?”
“The ‘Star Wars Holiday Special.’ It’s…” he trailed off, at a loss for words as they left his room and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
Amber chuckled. “I could have saved you the trouble and told you how bad it was.”
Bernd shrugged.
“Oh right, you’re the one, who insisted on seeing ‘The Last Jedi,’ after James and Cesare told you how bad it was.”
“I had to see for myself how bad it was.”
“True.”
Bernd sat down at the kitchen table and Amber set a bowl of tomato soup in front of him. She carried her bowl over to sit opposite him. Bernd reached for a grill cheese sandwich from the stack on a plate between them. He cut it in half, dipping it in his soup before eating it. Amber also helped herself to a sandwich.
“Did you finish watching it?”
“Not yet; I have about a half hour left.”
Amber grinned. “You’re nothing if not thorough, but you don’t need to torture yourself any further.”
Bernd sipped his soup. “I know, but I want to see how it ends.”
Amber gave him “the look” and shook her head. “I’m sorry; I forgot who I’m dealing with.” She laughed. “But don’t come crying to me if you get nightmares from it,” she teased.
“Awe…” Bernd playfully whined. “Can I come crying to you if I’m cold?”
Amber rolled her eyes at him. “Sure, but make sure you put socks on and keep those icicles you call feet to yourself.” She grinned. “Because if I don’t kill you, Greta will.”
Bernd laughed. “Yes, ma’am!”
They finished their lunch. While Amber cleaned up after them, Bernd hurried back upstairs. He still had a half hour left of the movie and he was determined to watch until the end.
