di_monty_pippin

October 3rd, 2006

As he lay stretched out on the sofa in his Chelsea flat, a bag of ice pressed to his forehead, Monty Pippin tried to wrap his mind around what he had done only the night before.

No vile hangover was involved, nor were debauched recollections of some over-the-top orgy. Hell, an orgy he could have handled in his stride, and he rarely drank enough to induce a hangover. No, last night, he'd not only done something completely outside his experience, he'd done it while 100% cold sober. He almost wished for the hangover.

Anyone who didn't know Monty but happened to see him now would suspect that he'd arranged himself in his artfully melodramatic pose, one hand clutching the ice bag, the other pressed over his heart as if to keep it from jumping out of his chest. Those who did know him, of course, wouldn't even bother with suspicions.

No one saw him, though, and no one could see him. He was the flat's only occupant. His solitude eventually gave him the courage to lick his lips and try launching the words past them, out into the air for his ears to hear.

"I'm engaged to be married."

His eyes nearly rolled back in his head. The hand on his chest groped blindly for the paper bag laying on the table next to him, then jammed it over his face so that he could breathe into it.

This is my life
It's not what it was before


Lourdes Ortega giggled at the sight of Montgomery Pippin adjusting his tie for the dozenth time during their drive. "Sweetie, you're so twitchy. C'mon, your parents can't be that bad."

Monty slid a sideways look out of nervous blue eyes toward the lovely lady in the passenger seat. "Of course they're not 'that bad'. They're my parents. Nevertheless."

Lo's amused smile didn't dim. "You know, we could have had this out of the way ages ago. You told me your parents had withdrawn to a life of contemplation in Tibet, you naughty, bendy man."

She didn't sound at all put out, but Monty took a defensive stance just in case. "Babe, the minute my parents got wind that I'd been seeing someone for longer than six consecutive months, my mother would've buried me in demands to know when we we'd be getting married and giving her grandchildren."

( But honey, we're doing those things anyway. )

This is a piece of AU futurefic. The lovely crimsonandjesus appears with the permission, not to mention at the insistence of, her mun.

Muse: Monty Pippin
Fandom: Keen Eddie
Word count: 1154