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Post by ode on May 8, 2011 15:54:59 GMT -5
Aida raised a brow at the two as they stumbled inside, falling in the foyer and laughing to the top of their lungs. Making a point to look at the clock, he said, "You do realise it's five AM, dom't you boys?"
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Post by praiseofblood on May 8, 2011 16:52:51 GMT -5
"R-really? But the sun's not even up!" Trey laughed, slurring as Wayne struggled to stand.
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Post by ode on May 8, 2011 19:33:56 GMT -5
"And I don't suppose you remember what your father wanted you to do this morning," he mused.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 8, 2011 19:35:16 GMT -5
Wayne blinked, dazedly.
"We already mowed the lawn..." Trey hiccuped.
Wayne laughed. "You're drunk!"
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Post by ode on May 8, 2011 19:39:22 GMT -5
"No, you were supposed to take his imported cars to Rick's for a tune up and new paint coat. How are you going to do that now that your both foxed?" he asked with a sigh.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 8, 2011 19:41:45 GMT -5
Wayne and Trey found this hilarious. "We're not foxes!"
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Post by ode on May 8, 2011 20:03:29 GMT -5
"Drunk," Aida said with a sigh. "My own two babies... morons." Throwing his hands up in the air, he ordred his AI to transfer them to their seperate bedrooms.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 8, 2011 20:04:54 GMT -5
Wayne blinked, wondering how he wound up on the floor before he crawed over to his bed and dragged himself half onto it.
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Post by ode on May 8, 2011 20:10:37 GMT -5
Later that morning, Garrett walked on set and slapped Drake across the back. "Alright, old man. Show time! Let's do this!"
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Post by praiseofblood on May 8, 2011 20:12:03 GMT -5
Drake just shot Garrett a slightly annoyed look before going to get in position.
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Post by ode on May 8, 2011 20:14:20 GMT -5
The director gave them a pep talk before - "ACTION!"
Garrett prompty jumped on Drake's back screaming bloody murder.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 8, 2011 20:16:13 GMT -5
"Damn it kid! Get the hell off of me you--" he started, before screaming along with Garrett as the bad guys shot at them. Drake took off running, ducking off into an alleyway and pulling Garrett off of him.
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Post by ode on May 8, 2011 20:21:19 GMT -5
Garrett plastered himself against the wall and peek out at the goons only to squeak and jerk his head back in time to see the brick explode beside his head. Turnign to Drake with wide eyes, he asked, "Did you forget to pay the tab?"
"CUT!"
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Post by praiseofblood on May 8, 2011 20:23:14 GMT -5
Drake stood, looking at his director with a yawn, dusting some of the rubble off of him.
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Post by ode on May 8, 2011 21:18:47 GMT -5
They shot a few more scenes where Garrett pretty much spent the entire tome getting on Drake's nerves before breaking for lunch.
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