Bubble Party

[helland_damnation]

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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[thisisgroundcontrol]

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.

[itmeanstruth]

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.