Two ficlets for One (Red Wings ficlets)

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*promises to stop spamming flists after this*

Title: Midsummer Celebrations and Traditions
Author: Ginny
Team: Detroit Red Wings
Disclaimer: Real people. I doubt very much that this would ever happen, but after watching the Stanley Cup celebrations, I'm amused by drunk Wings.
Warnings: RPS
Rating: FRM
Summary: It's Midsummer in Sweden and the Swedish Wings want to include the rest of the team.
Author's Notes: For Kathie since she abandoned the drunk!Swedes bunny to me, sort of. For Dee and Mer because they are also the best.



"What the fuck?" Cheli muttered as his ringing cell phone woke him up. "Hello?" he asked, suddenly awake and nervous. Dean was gone for the weekend.

"Chili!"

"Who is this?" Cheli snapped, furious at having been woken up for a prank call.

"Chili! We need chili," the voice called again, this time Cheli recognized it.

"Nick?"

"Yeah? Why'd you call?" the Swede asked, his voice slightly slurred.

"Fuck," Cheli moaned as he realized what the date was. "You're drunk already."

"Not drunk," Nick said indignantly. "Do you remember the frog dance?"

"Frog dance," Cheli muttered. He grunted as he got out of bed and made his way to the living room, not wanting to disturb Tracee any more than he already had. "Yeah, I remember it," he said. He remembered the seven Swedes attempting to teach the team that dance and several drinking songs, with varying success.

"You guys should be here," Nick decided. "Why aren't you? Why don't you come over, we have plenty of food."

Cheli groaned. He hated it when Nick got drunk. "Because you're in Sweden and more than six thousand miles away," he tried to point out.

"You guys should be here," Nick said decisively. "Next time you're going to be here. You can sing with us!" He sounded thrilled with this idea.

"Why don't you call someone else and suggest that?"

"I tried," Nick said. There were a few moments of muffled talking and Cheli heard glasses being refilled. "Oz's phone is off."

"Try Drapes," Cheli suggested. "Talk to you later Nick," he said and hung up, turning off his cell phone. Oz had obviously remembered what day it was.

~*~*~

"What the fuck is with the Swedes?" Stuart asked as he walked into the backroom at Cheli's restaurant. He slumped into a chair and took the offered beer. "I think I've had ten phone calls today."

Oz laughed and offered him a second beer. "Didn't anyone warn you to keep your phone turned off today?" he asked in amusement.

"No. What's going on over there?"

"It's Midsummer," Oz explained. "It's their biggest holiday."

"It's tradition," Drapes picked up. "They get drunk and call us."

"All. Day. Long," Cheli said grumpily.

Oz laughed. "Someone forgot to turn off their phone."

"Don't laugh," Cheli ordered. He pointed a finger at Oz. "It's your fault. Nick called me at four in the morning," he snapped. "I thought something had happened to Dean. Who gets drunk that early?"

"He did obviously," Maltby snickered.

"That was your fault," Cheli told Oz again.

Stuart laughed, amused by the grumpy man. "How?"

"He wanted to talk about the damn Frog dance and Oz is the only one that's figured it out."

"Should have turned off your cell phone," Chris laughed just as his own rang. "It's Hank."

"Your phone is on."

"It's not the middle of the night," Chris said reasonably. "Hey Hank."

"Pavs!"

"Oz," he corrected.

"Pavs?" Hank asked again in confusion.

"Chris," he repeated. "Ozzie. What's going on Hank?"

"Lookin' for Pavs. Put him on the phone," Hank ordered.

"He's not here."

"Are you hiding him? Stop hiding him Oz!" Hank ordered.

"He's in Russia," Oz reminded him. "Remember? You drove him to the airport the day before you left for Sweden?"

"Oh yeah."

"Hank?" Oz asked a minute later. He could hear the talking in the background, but had thought that maybe Hank had passed out.

"You're not Pavs."

"No," he sighed. "Here. Talk to Helmer," he said and thrust the phone at the rookie.

"That was mean," Cleary muttered to Oz. "He doesn't know what's going on either."

"The sooner he gets used to the drunk Swedes the better," Chris said. "It's an initiation that everyone goes through."

"It's Kronner," Maltby called out when his phone rang. "When does their celebration end?"

"Not for a few more hours," Lebda answered. "There's only one thing to do."

"What's that?"

"Get drunk and call them back while we sing," he smirked.

The newer members of the team looked at each other. They had a feeling that this was going to end up being something they wouldn't forget.

End




Title: Midsummer Payback
Author: Ginny nerfgunqueen
Warnings: RPS
Team: Detroit Red Wings
Disclaimer: These are real people, but this a fictional story. Borrowing names and likenesses with no disrespect meant to anyone.
Pairings: None specified, but you can read into it what you will. (If curious, I'll tell you what's was lurking in my mind while writing it)
Challenge: 13prompts Prompt 1: Surprise
Summary: The others get their revenge for MidSummer.
Author's Notes: The sequel to Midsummer as requested by Kathie long ago at this meme. (I'm backtracking through the prompt requests and trying to answer). Google tells me the drinking song is The Banks of Newfoundland.



"What the fuck?" Nick muttered as he slapped at the phone on the hotel table. "What?" he snapped into the phone. Whichever teammate thought it was funny to call at 4am the day before their first day of skating in Traverse City was going to have extra drills.

"Nicky!!"

"Yes?"

"Nicky!! Nicklas! Nicklas Erik..."

Nick groaned and flopped back down against his pillow. "What's going on, Oz?"

"Nicky .. Nicky ... Danny wants to talk to you."

"What? No."

"Captain! We have a song for you. Oh, ye may bless your happy lots, all ye who dwell on shore - For it’s little ye know of the hardships that we poor seamen bore -" Dan greeted and then started to sing. Nick could hear the others in the background as they joined in.

"Daniel," Nick groaned.

"What's going on?" Homer muttered from the next bed.

"They're drunk."

"Who are you talking to?" Dan demanded. "Cap? Why aren't you here? You should be here."

"Homer. Why are you drunk?" Nick asked him.

"Homer? That's great! Tell him to get down here. We're teaching Val news songs. Chris is doing the frog thing. Hey Cheli!" he shouted, calling Nick to wince and pull the phone away from his ear. "Call Hank!"

"Don't," Nick tried to say, but knew it was too late.

"Join us. Bring Homer and Mule."

"Go to bed," Nick ordered sternly. He envied Homer when the other man put his pillow over his head and went back to sleep.

There was a few seconds of muffled noise and then Draper was on the phone. "Malts went to find Sammy," he said, sounding only half drunk to Nick's tired ear. "Kopey is getting Kronner. Bring Homer or we send Val up there."

"Why are you doing this?" Nick demanded.

He swore he could hear the smirk in Drapes voice as he answered, "Consider this our midsummer."

Nick groaned one last time and his pillow over his head. They were right when they said that payback was a bitch.

End

Comments

[brigidmn.livejournal.com]

*giggles* I loved them both. Drunk Nick is adorable, and woken up Nick is just as cute.

And love Hank looking for Pavel.

And well, all of it. And yes, Oz would most likely have had the date circled in his planner so he'd remember to turn his phone off (and not remind anyone else).

Both were great. :D

[ginny305.livejournal.com]

Thanks. :)
Hank and Pav, there is nothing else? Okay, that was weird. ;-/

:)) He would. And then he'd laugh at the others.
Thanks. :)

[bkm5191.livejournal.com]

aww the first one was cute.

[ginny305.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked one of them. Thanks. :)

[bkm5191.livejournal.com]

*g* my comment was fail! I liked them both, teh first one just grabbed me more.

[ginny305.livejournal.com]

Good to know. ;) Thanks. :)

[cpexplosion.livejournal.com]

Haha, just what I needed after a long day ^.^
Delightful and cute - thanks for writing this! =D

[ginny305.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it. :)