Bubble Party

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For Nexus prompt: 1. "You could stand to be the responsible one, for once."

Joe was not responsible in the least as he was now hearing Weird yelling from outside his hotel room about the latest escapade from him and Aarne. What the hell was responsibility anyway? The bassist and his Finnish lover had just somehow filled the whole hotel corridor with copious amounts of bubbles. Lots of bubbles. Everywhere. They were overflowing from their bathroom and had entirely filled their bedroom too. The real story how this happened?

Lots of strawberry scented bubble bath. Loads of it which had been brought in by Billy and Rik no doubt. They were in on the prank too which had now escalated out of proportion. Joe giggling loudly with the bubbles up to his knees as he stood in the corridor hearing Weird yell at Aarne. The Fin just standing there blowing bubbles at the bassist to try to calm him down. Joe now diving into the bubbly mess headfirst, poking his head up as he went to greet his Fin.

"What's all the noise? It's only a few bubbles, Weird. Don't be such a grandpa! This is fun!"

Joe grabbed some bubbles and blew them into the other bassist's face because it was a riot. Billy was now grabbing a load of bubbles and shoving them onto Rik's head. Of course. Where was poor Bonne during all of this? Hopefully the rat was nice and safe away from the sea of scented bubbles. Jesus, what would Tom say about all of this? He'd shout louder than Weird that was for sure. Joe and Aarne's prank wouldn't go down well with Stardust's old man that was for sure. How were they to get rid of all the bubbles?

"Room service can fix all of this. They've got cleaners. It's all cool."

Yeah. All cool. Right. Weird just rolled his eyes and shut his hotel door, fed up of the irresponsible attitude of Joe and Aarne. Bloody crazy the both of them. Then, an idea entered the drunk and high bassist's head.

"BUBBLE PARTY! We could all bubble surf. Let's do this!"

Of course. Joe giggled and yanked on Aarne's hand, pulling him into a large pile of bubbles and laughing. This wouldn't end well of course because it was 2am in the morning and some were trying to sleep. Mick Ronno being one of them. He had drunk too much Scandinavian booze the day before and was hungover like hell. The door swung open and immediately the blond guitarist's legs got engulfed in bubbles.

"What the bloody hell? Hey---Romeo and Juliet? Keep it down will you I'm trying to sleep with a sore head!"

Bubbles? Whatever next. Groaning and out of it, Mick just went back inside his room and went back to bed. The bubbles be damned. Joe ran up to Mick and Ziggy's room, knocking on the door like a crazy person, laughing and totally having fun in his own way. Responsibility? What was that again?

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Aarne had decided the best course of action was to hide in the bubbles, disappearing in them where they were deepest just outside the door to the room he shared with Joe. Bonne and Mouka were both safely in Rik and Billy's room at the far end of the hall. Now, Aarne was just waiting for someone, eyes barely visible in the mound of bubbles that were getting higher as they piled up behind him.

How they got this many bubbles? They filled the whole jacuzzi with bubble bath, cranked it to high and slowly added water. the bathroom was filled to the ceiling at this point though Joe and Aarne's treasured hair and make up products, along with anything else, had also migrated down to Rik and Billy's room before the madness started.

The noise drew Robert out into the hall and he gaped at the near waist high bubbles. Where was Tom when he needed him? A couple steps into the bubbles and Aarne noticed the driver. He snatched his leg, yanking on it as he popped out of the mound of bubbles to scream wildly in Finnish. Robert went down, disappearing below the bubbles for a moment like someone thrown in a pool.

"Bloody fucking hell!" The older man yelled in surprise as he came up out of the bubbles trying to get them out of his curls. "Which one of you crazy bastards started this?"

Robert is trying to both be angry and not start laughing. The pile of strawberry scented bubbles was so ridiculous it was hard not to laugh no matter how pissed he was about being woken up or the mess. How in God's name did Tom keep a straight face during this?

Aarne just started giggling as he stood up like a monster made out of bubbles because they clung to his hair and skin.

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What chaos and Joe was loving every moment of it. The bubbles and the way Aarne was getting into it by ducking down into the mounds of bubbles pretending to be a bubble shark. This was hilarious and the bassist couldn't help but snort out loud when Robert got pulled on and went down into the mire of bubbles.

"BUBBLE SHARK!"

Yelling at the top of his lungs, Joe then almost skated across the sea of foam towards his lover, grabbing onto Aarne and laughing so hard he was cramped over. The Fin grabbed the driver. Poor Robert. Which one the bastards started it? Good question. It might have been the Trash Twins together with their jacuzzi and endless supply of bubble bath. Strawberry smelt so good!

"Both of us? You like the scent, gramps? I thought strawberry would be a nice smelling fruit smell. It's sexy! Just like you, babe."

Kissing Aarne on the tip of his bubbly nose, Joe then smothered his face in bubbles and came up looking like some weird bubble monster with crazy hair. What a shit show indeed.

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"SHARK!!!" Aarne screamed and then pounced on Joe and bit his neck.

Hanging on the bassist Aarne started laughing too while nuzzling with his lover. "I love bubble baths."

That was Aarne's excuse for the mess. It was now a bubble bath on the whole hotel floor. It was the best except the pool. Aaren's eyes got really wide.

Robert just sighed. "I'm not gramps." He rolled his eyes. "Honestly, I'd prefer something floral to this fake strawberry scent."

The drummer was in love with this but had a better idea. He leaned into Joe and whispered behind his hand. "Do we have enough left for the pool?"

"What are you two planning?" Robert asks suspiciously.

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Joe immediately began laughing when Aarne pounced on his back and bit his neck. He loved this behaviour from the Fin and poor Robert was wondering what the hell was going on. The Brit only knew too well how much Aarne loved bubbled baths since their last adventure flooded their hotel bathroom and caused the water to leak into Weird and Gloria's room the room below.

"You're an old man compared to us. GRAMPS!"

As for the fake strawberry scent remark, Joe just shook his head giggling and kissed Aarne on the lips, covering them in bubbles. The whispering got his attention though, as he grabbed more bubbles and put them on the top of the Fin's head.

"Oh the pool? We should do, why?"

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"I'll kick your young ass too if you keep calling me that." Robert was not quite humorous and not quite threatening, but it definitely sounded like a bit of both.

Aarne couldn't stop giggling but Robert would put a stop to this if they tried to ruin the hotel pool. There were things he would pay for and there were limits. The thousands of dollars to fix the pool ruined by bubbles was too far.

"We could fill the pool with bubbles." Aarne tells Joe excited but then frowns into a boyish pout. "I think we used all the bubble bath though."

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"Ooh, grandpa will kick my ass! I'd love to see you try, Curly. Your hair is so cute it makes you look like an angelic cherub."

Joe was smashed out of his melon so he had no idea what he was saying or how ridiculous he sounded. Of course he was here for Aarne the bubble shark as he laughed and then dived right into the deepest part, giggling and then re-emerging covered in foam and looking like a wreck.

"Yes, we could. Grumpy here and Stardust's old man might get pissed at us though, babe. The oldies don't know how to have fun!"

The Brit grabbed a handful of bubbles and then plopped them right onto Robert's curls.

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Robert scowled at Joe for calling him grandpa yet again. There were things Robert hated and that word got under his skin to the point the usually placid was clenching his jaw.

"I hate being called old." Robert's reflexes are fast and he grabs Joe when he puts the bubbles on his head, throwing him to the ground. "Don't ever call me that again!" Robert is pissed because of things Joe doesn't understand.

"Helvetin helvetti!" Aarne cried out with his hand over his mouth and wide-eyed. He'd never seen Robert lose his temper. This is the kind of thing he'd expect from Tom and his reputation but not the mild mannered driver.

Robert just walks away from them, furious and afraid he's going to hurt the stupid drunk.

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Joe was stunned as he couldn't believe how quick the old man's reflexes were. He felt himself be thrown to the ground as he swallowed a mouthful of bubbles on the way down, choking and gasping slightly at the bitter soapy taste in his mouth. Then he was sprawled out on the floor sideway. The force of the throw had caught the bassist off guard as he wiped at his face wide-eyed and worried he'd pissed off the driver big time.

"Shit. What the fuck---"

The Brit had no words as he rubbed the back of his elbow as he had landed on it hard when he was thrown. The driver needed to get laid or something. He needed to chill out! Fuck. Not even getting up, Joe sat in the bubbles still somewhat shocked at Robert's reaction to his teasing. He immediately felt bad and knew he'd have to try and make it up to the old guy somehow.

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Robert stopped to stare at the bassist on the ground."I'll spend my mornings with hotel management screaming at me because of the damages you all do while messing about, even something this bad, but I won't be insulted by you when I ask you to stop."

Robert is firm, uncompromising. He had limits, boundaries that he didn't let get crossed. Letting out a heavy breath, he walked back over and offered his hand. "Come on. Let's get you up and look at your elbow."

The calm was back but Robert hoped the lesson was learned. He asked for very few things from the bands and those things important enough to ask for, he hoped now they would be respected.

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Joe looked at the hand offered to him for a good few moments before deciding to take it, still unsure of the older man. Why the fuck had he flown off the handle like that? The bassist got up and winced at his elbow. It stung a bit.

"It's not that bad. I slipped on the bubbles mostly."

That wasn't true. He'd been thrown by Robert but Joe was feeling a little sheepish to say anything like that in front of Aarne. He felt like a fool but at least the driver hadn't just walked away and thrown anyone else. Joe knew not to push the old guy too far now at least.

"Sorry. I mean---I wasn't trying to piss you off or anything."

The bassist pushed some bubbles from his face while Robert examined his elbow.

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"Yes, y ou obviously slipped in the bubbles because your foot was in your mouth." Robert teased, laughing a little about the young Brit pretending like what happened didn't happen.

Joe's arm didn't seem bad off, maybe a little bruising but he should be fine for playing and everything else.

"I'm not pissed but some of you need to learn when you should respect other people." Robert brushed away the rest of the bubbles from the bassist's face. "Now off with you to play in the bubbles with your boy before Tom comes out and sees this mess."

Robert was shocked and got riled over his wishes not being respected. Tom was going to see this and lose his mind. Maybe he would sleep all night and miss the disaster in the hall.

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"Yeah just---woah. Sorry, dude."

Joe didn't know what else to say so shrugged and then went to give Robert a brief hug to try and show how sorry he was. The bassist wasn't used to upsetting people he knew so didn't really know how to deal with such a situation. The old guy was genuinely pissed so Joe wanted to make things right again.

"If Tom sees this shit show he might blow his fucking top. Ah well---at least you're cooler than him."

The bassist blew a kiss at Robert before screaming loudly and jumping over to grab hold of his Fin, kissing him on the lips and giggling. His elbow all but forgotten about.

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Robert gave Joe a big, fatherly, bear of a hug before letting him go.

"I'll get Tom to go out for the night." Robert could only laugh at the kisses being blown at him before the other Brit disappeared into the bubbles looking for his shark.

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The bear hug was appreciated as the bassist giggled a little as bubbles were now in both his ears. He poked them with his fingers and then went bounding off to find Aarne, grabbing onto him. Tom would go up the wall at seeing this. Stardust's old man would shout and probably walk away not wanting to deal with this shit.

"Good idea, mate. He'll probably blow his fucking nut at all our bubbles."

Joe then nibbling on Aarne's ear.

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Robert is laughing. "Tom doesn't need this kind of blood pressure inducing madness."

He turns to go get dressed and find Tom. One of the other reasonable band members would call to have it cleaned up.

Aarne was glad to have Joe back and pulled him down into the sea of bubbles to mess around, giggling like a crazy person.

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Minoru was beat after helping out with one of those infamous double-header performances. Not that he could get anything more than a quick nap in before the usual chaos made its way into the hallway.

It was bound to happen sooner or later. It always did. He could hear Joe and Aarne both hooting and hollering. Something smelled like, what… strawberries? Laughing to himself, he opened the door, ready for a piece of the action before heading home… until an amorphous blob of soapy bubbles poured over his feet.

Minoru blinked. It was up to his ankles. In some parts of the hallway, it was up to their knees. There was a wrestling match on one end, a Frankenstein impression on the other, and the ironing board that someone pried off the wall to use as a surfboard was quickly engulfed.

“…Yeah, no.”

He closed the door behind him, sloshed out of the slowly spreading suds and unceremoniously shoved both his shoes and socks into his backpack.

Window exit for the win.