T O W N W I S T L E #1

FIRST DATE:

“What should I wear?” The tall brunette asked his reflection.

“How about something blue?” A voice said from the hallway.

Pete rolled his eyes,“C'mon Keith I can’t always wear blue!”

Keith appeared in the doorway and spoke,“Why not?”

Pete ingnored his friend for a second then replied, “Cause I prefer neutral colours.”

Keith blew raspberries at the older man.

Pete held up a green dress shirt.“Hmm how about this one, it is John’s favourite colour after all.”

Keith looked at his friend and laughed,“You look like a tree!”

Pete scowled at Keith for his honest opinion.

Keith disappeared down the hall and came back with a package. “Here wear this!” Keith giggled as he handed it to Pete.

Pete revealed the outfit and screamed, “Moonie I’m not wearing that!”

Keith furrowed his brows, “What’s wrong with it!?”

Pete in a deadpan tone replied,“Well for starters its a dress!” Then he added sarcastically, “Secondly it’s too revealing!”

“I’m sure John wouldn’t mind, now put it on, you over grown queen!” Keith said throwing the dress at Pete and pushing him into the closet.

Behind the closet door Pete hollered, “I look ridiculous!”

Pete emerged boring holes into his reflection while Keith busied himself with fixing Pete’s hair.

A new voice from the doorway spoke, “Why is Pete in a dress?”

“John!”

Keith waved his hands cheering, “Surprise, it’s for your date dear boy!”

Pete looked at John and pleaded, “Can you please tell Keith to let me take this ridiculous thing off!”

John smirked at Pete, “No I think I kinda like you in that dress.”

Pete looked shocked beyond recognition, “You what!?”

John smiled geniunely and mused, “You look lovely Pete.”

Pete blushed.

Keith “Told you, Townshend!!”

Pete threw his hands up in defeat, “Fine I’ll wear the damn thing but Keith and Roger have to cook for us! Nothing but the best!”

Keith beamed, “Gladly!” He ran out of the room hollering down the hall, “Oh Roger!! Tarzan?! Dippity Dooooooooo!!”

“WHAT!?” Came a reply from downstairs.

Keith voice echoed down the hall, “Put on your chef hat and fetch me my kiss the loon apron!”

Roger answer echoed back, “Why am I always roped into your shenanigans!?”

Keith’s ignored him,“Less talking, more fetching. C'mon c'mon we mustn’t dally.” He then
yelled at the blonde, “Move your ass daltrey!”

The blonde yelled back, “Suck my–”

All the men laughed.

Pete whispered to John, “Are you sure you want him to cook for us?”

Keith huffed now annoyed,“Hey I’m an excellent cook!”

Keith then disappeared down the hall to find the blonde.

Keith’s question echoed off the walls,“What did you say to me Blondie?”

“What the hell are you gonna do with that, Keith!?” The blonde’s reply echoed back.

Keith bit back sarcastically, “I’m gonna use it to flog a horse.” He smiled then spoke,“What do you think I’m gonna do with it?”

“You touch me with that thing and I’ll knock yer lights out!” Roger threatened in a serious tone.

“Well looks like this has become war of fly swatters!” Keith tried his hardest to sound serious but ended up laughing.

John and Pete suddenly heard loud smacking noises from the kitchen.

“Dammit Keith that hurt!” Roger yelled loudly from downstairs.

Keith cackled.

Roger must have retaliated because next thing the two men heard was a loud smack and slew of swear words from Keith.

Pete spoke between snickers, “We better go before they hurt each other.”

John laughed, “Yeah.”

Both men walked out of the room towards the kitchen where their friends were now having a full out war with fly swatters.

~ 💘