i've done interviews for some of my characters before, but i took those questions and put them to trey and colt and was amused at the resulting banter. so i decided to post it as a bonus chapter for you guys. because ya'll rock. yep.
tuesday, october 30, 2007. 9:07 pm.
How Old Are You?
Colt: "…Almost thirty."
Trey: "Not too sure. Six foot something."
Colt: "Six even. Trey's six foot two."
Trey: "…You're a scary sunuvagun."
Colt: "Fuck you."
Trey: (laughs) "Later."
You Have Any Bad Habits?
Trey: "My big fat mouth. No doubt."
Colt: "No, I don't."
Trey: (laughs hysterically and earns himself a hard punch to the side)
Are you a virgin?
Trey: "Lost mine at thirteen."
Colt: "Not anymore." (glances at Trey)
Colt: "…Fucking, thirteen?!"
Trey: "What?! I looked up to the fucker! He was my gang mate!"
Who's your Mate?
Trey: "Well, Pete's my best friend. And I'm dating this sour ass here."
Colt: (refuses to speak)
Trey: "See what I fuckin' mean? If he weren't sexy, it'd be sayonara on his fine ass."
Colt: (shoots a look to kill)
Have Any Kids?
Trey: (laughs) "That'd be the day. Male pregnancies, maybe."
Colt: "…I dunno, it'd be nice, wouldn't it?"
Colt: (blushes) "Moving on…."
Trey: "Sushi. For real! Don't knock the fish, or I'll fucking smack ya in the face with my bat!"
Colt: "Steamed baby carrots and new potatoes with pot roast and onions."
Trey: "Pony, that's just what we ate last night."
Trey: "…Last time someone asked you that, you said it was meatloaf and sliced potato wedges, because you made it for dinner the night before as well."
Favorite Ice Cream flavor?
Colt: (throws disgusted look at his boyfriend)
Colt: (still disgusted)
Trey: (turns to Colt) "No, really, what's wrong with Superman?"
Colt: "If you have to ask, you'll never know."
Trey: "The man on the oatmeal boxes. The Quaker guy."
Colt: (rolls eyes)
Trey: "…I dress in drag."
Colt: "Do not."
Trey: (sigh) "Yeah, but it sounded good."
Colt: "…I like Pink."
Trey: "The color, or the singer?"
Trey: "…Ah, that explains that bootleg CD."
Colt: (hesitates, then shrugs) "Trey."
Trey: "Aw, Pony." blows a kiss
Colt: (scowls with a faint blush)
Trey: (rakish grin) "You know you like it."
Colt: "Fuck you."
Trey: (laughs) Later, geesh. Fucking horny bastard."
Colt: (deigns not to comment)
Ever slept in all day?
Trey: "Is two in the afternoon all day? I went to bed at five am though."
Colt: (to Trey) "Yes. And no, I have not. Marshall doesn't let me."
Trey: laughs "That cat is an evil cur, I'll say."
Trey: "Oh, I don't know. I watch a lot of basketball. And Law and Order."
Colt: "Stargate SG:1."
Trey: "He watches that fucking show all the time. It's like Star Trek on acid."
Colt: (shoves elbow into Trey's face)
Trey: "…Bitch." (dark grumbles)
Trey: "Hm. Against Me! rocks pretty heavy."
Trey: "He hides it well."
Trey: "Like, for a partner?"
Colt: "Yes, fucknut."
Trey: "Ah, then brown is good. It's studly."
Colt: (shakes head)
Trey: "Skin. …Skin?"
Trey: (chokes on laughter and high-fives his boyfriend)
Trey: "Oh, I'm obviously a chubby chaser."
Colt: (cold glare) "You calling me fat?"
Trey: "If the support bra fits…."
Colt: (attempts telekinetic strangulation)
Trey: "Pish. Pony ain't fat. Obviously." (totally oblivious to attempted strangulation)
Colt: (now attempts long-distance spontaneous combustion)
Trey: "Um…doesn't matter?"
Colt: "Wet or dry. It's all the same."
Trey: "Rain makes shirts see through, though."
Colt: (rolls eyes)
Camping, staying home.
Trey: "Um…well, I think I'd rather keep my happy ass at home."
Colt: "…Happy ass."
Trey: (blinks) "Dude…wtf?"
Colt: (blank stare)
Trey: "Colt's got Marshall, an evil cat who licks your face to wake you up before yelling in your ear."
Colt: "Only to you."
Trey: "…I'm gonna skin that cat. Nice fur rug. Squirrel possum soup with cat flavoring."
Colt: "Shut up, asswipe."
Trey: (blows raspberry and gets elbowed in the ribs) "Jerk"
Believe in aliens?
Trey: "E.T.? Butt probers? Wet Ba-OW!"
Colt: (holds elbow ready for another go)
Trey: "Yeah, yeah, I believe in aliens."
Colt: "Kinda have to, we got so much space, yeah?"
Natural Born, or Clone?
Trey: (stage whispers) "What are they talking about? SG:1 again?"
Trey: "…Some help you are. Loser."
Ever destroyed something out of Blind Rage?
Trey: "Um, no?"
Colt: (contemplates) "Somethings."
Any Unusual Things about you?
Trey: "It's ridiculously easy to hot rod a car."
Trey: (hides his grin)
How much food/drink do you need a day?
Trey: "Three square meals?"
Trey: (thoughtful) "When was the last time I made quiche?"
Colt: "I made cookies."
Trey: "What kind of cookies?"
Colt: "Oatmeal and peanuts."
Colt: "…." (unconsciously scoots closer to Trey)
Trey: "Pony, you're insane."
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A/N: ah, that's it. if i ever do anything more, i'll post it here as well. but don't hold your breath. :::laughs:::