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Vodka Cranberry	By : copperboom Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Rammstein or any of their members. I do not profit from these writings.

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MAKE OUT LIKE TEENAGERS/LIQUOR STORE FANCLUB
In the end Germany lost to Switzerland 3-5. I also found that I cared a little bit less when I was in Richard’s embrace. I was severely hungry now, though and reluctantly moving from comfortable spot asked, “You guys cool with steaks?”
“I don’t eat meat,” Flake stated.
“I can make pasta or ratatouille if you like,” I offered smiling at him.
“That would be acceptable if you make it properly,” he replied.
“I’ll make it how I make it and you’ll like it,” I stated.
He tried not to smile, but couldn’t seem to help himself, and laughed despite himself. I knew he’d warm up to me. I got up and grabbed my phone off of the table so I could call Chrissy and give her some instructions.
“Ok, now that’s settled, I’m going to call home and have a smoke. Anyone care to join me?”
Richard, Doom, Till and Paul all got up to join me. I walked over to my purse, on a table by the door and could feel someone following me. A hand grabbed mine and turned me around. It was Richard of course, who then slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. His nose centimeters from mine, again, and he whispered, “When do I get to be alone with you?” Then he slowly but firmly kissed me.
I kissed him back, matching his passion. When he stopped to take a breath, I placed a finger on his lips. I could now feel his erection pulsing on me, but this was not the time.
“We will be alone, I promise you, but we have too many witnesses right now. Plus my ears are going to go deaf with all those grumbling stomachs, yours included.”
I took my finger away and kissed him gently. His eyes shone with excitement, though he frowned at me. I recovered my cigarettes from my purse, took his hand, and then led him outside. The two seats left were furthest from the door in the sunshine. Richard even pulled out my chair for me.
“Danke,” I thanked him.
“Ok, now insult us,” Paul teased me.
“Surely I will. When you’ve earned it. I can’t just insult you when you want it. You have to earn it. You’ll know when you have,” I explained, smiling devilishly.
            Five confused faces looked at me.
            “You’ll understand once we get to my house.”
            “Speaking of which, how are we going to get there,” Till asked me.
            “That is a good question. You lot won’t all fit in my Challenger, obviously. I could probably get Chrissy to bring my Hummer, but I think you should all arrive safely. I don’t think she could focus on both events at the same time. It was hard enough for me,” I said smiling at Richard, methodically placing my hand on his knee.
            He laughed looking at the guys whom I had confused again, though their confusion was mixed with amusement.
            “Let me think about it. I have to call Chrissy-whiny-pants anyway about our dinner plans.”
            I pressed the voice recognition on my phone and said, “Call Dick Butter.” They all burst out laughing, and continued as Chrissy answered.
            “Where are you,” she asked clearly annoyed.
            “Where I’ve been all day. In the company of six sexy Germans. Where are you? Narnia?”
            “Bitch. So, what’s happening and why aren’t you sharing,” she replied.
            “You’ll get yours if you shut your whore mouth and listen. Now, I need you to write some things down. Got a pen and paper?”
            “Yes, in fact I do. I was creating a spell to curse you. Shoot.”
            “Ok Elphaba. I need you to make brownies. The ones from scratching, not the box ones. Also, start peeling some po-ta-toes. No, they won’t be boiled, mashed or stuck in a stew. Now if you’re not by the bar, I need you to be. Can you do that?”
            “Well I was enjoying the fucking sunshine…there. Now what? I can’t send you a drink via phone,” she barked.
            “I’m assuming that’s a joke. I’m ignoring you for time reasons. Can you please tell me which bottles are low so I can replace them?”
            I let go of Richard’s knee and gestured for paper and pen. He then got up to fetch them for me. I took the phone from my ear as Chrissy grumbled, clearly upset with me, and turned on the speaker phone. Richard came back then with a pen, notepad and a kiss. I pleaded with Chrissy.
            “For all of the your mom jokes and all of the bazingas, I will rectify them in less than an hour if you will cooperate, please!”
            “Fine,” she conceded. “Tequila: one inch. Vodka: one inch. Rum: barely a thimble full. Wine: five empty bottles. Butter shots: barely enough to wet a nipple.”
            The whole table erupted with laughter! Paul was in a fit of giggles. Ollie and Schneider doubled over and Till laughing clown like, and me and Richard, outright guffaws.
            “Oh. My. God. Did you put me on speaker phone? What?! Why? You…” she yelled at me.
            “Sorry. I can’t smoke, write, and talk to you at the same time. So basically we need everything? Do we have beer?”
            “No. We have nearly no alcohol, because you, Pip, drink too much. Also you’re out of cigarettes. I threw away the empty carton you left on the bar. Cunt,” she scolded me.
            “Yeah I do all that blah, blah. You kinda make me want to kill myself. Now, please share this list of tasks with Melissa and you will both be greatly rewarded. Please let her make the brownies. I’d like them to not chip my teeth.”
            “Ha ha. You are most wise. Ass.”
            “Ok, I should be home within the hour. Don’t forget the taters! Love you,” I hung up quickly before she could bore me any longer. My audience was still laughing.
            “I see what you mean,” Paul chuckled at me.
            I smiled and said,” Told you so! Now, about transportation, we can call a limo service. That’s really all there is in terms of a car service, unless you want to call a couple of cabs.”
            “I wouldn’t recommend the cab idear,” Richard interjected. “That one I took earlier smelled…weird.”
            “Ha ha! That doesn’t surprise me. I haven’t been in one in years,” I laughed.
            “Sounds like a limo is our best option,” Till sighed. I knew he wasn’t keen on such things, but this was my town and it wasn’t big enough for and real public transport.
            Richard went inside and came back out with the phone book. I gave him my phone which already had the limo service’s number in it. Making use of the phone book and acknowledging my blatant laziness looked up the hotel’s number, which I did not have, nor did I want to get up to go find it in the welcome book. Till excused himself and went inside. Paul, Oliver and Doom started a conversation in their ‘mother tongue’. Richard looked at me apologetically. I mouthed ‘it’s okay’ and smiled at him. I scribbled down the hotel’s phone number in case they asked him for it.
            When he finished, I moved myself over to his lap, and resumed what he had begun before we came outside. The fire between us could have very well been real. Also we were in direct sunlight, so that could have factored into my feeling hot, but hey, you know. I could feel his cock growing hard against my thigh, and let my hand fall to his lap so I could really feel it. We were making out like two teenagers, groping each other. His hands found my breasts and stayed there while my hand rubbed his erection. We had both forgotten there were bystanders until our surroundings had suddenly grown dead silent.
            When the silence actually registered, our faces broke apart to see an audience of five staring open mouthed at us. I couldn’t help myself and said, “Ok, who’s next?”
            “That’s not funny,” Richard pouted, though the others broke into fits of laughter again. I leaned in to him and whispered, “My heart already belongs to you. You needn’t let that bother you.” Then he pulled me in for another longing kiss. I finally caught my breath when we were done, for the time being.
            “We should probably go to the store and get some fixins for supper unless you prefer Melissa and Chrissy to kill me. You guys are safe, but I’m not. Those bitches would hunt me down like two ravenous wolves if they wait any longer than promised.”
            “You are probably right,” Richard chuckled at me.
            “If I have to watch any more of this shit with the two of you I’m going puke,” Flake griped.
            “Oh Flake. You’re just jealous a dark haired beauty isn’t in your lap,” Paul teased. “I know I am.”
            Flake was not amused by this and went back inside before he could hear the last of Paul’s statement. Till’s face showed that he agreed with Paul, but he too went inside. I rose from Richard’s lap and also went inside. I put my cigarettes back in my purse, then went to the bathroom to freshen my lipstick. When I came back out everyone else had left. Tempted to take advantage of the opportunity, I stopped myself.
            “They went off to someone else’s room until we come back,” Richard told me, putting his arms around my waist. I let mine rest on his shoulders as he kissed me, softly at first. Then moving his hands to my ass, his kisses became feverish. Starting to get caught up in him, I pulled back, and smiled evilly at him.
            “Later you can have all the ass you want. Let’s go,” I said grabbing his hand. I did feel kinda bad, I mean, that man had to have some serious blue balls. I’d more than make up for it later, I told myself.
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            After leading him around the grocery store, making him push the cart, he helped me load the bags into the trunk.
            “We didn’t buy any liquor,” he reminded me.
            “I know darling. We’re going to the liquor store,” I told him.
            Once we’d arrived there, I grabbed a cart on my way in and put three of everything we were out of in it. I remembered Chrissy’s special gluten free goblin piss and Melissa’s Corona before I put in two large bottles of Blackberry Arbor Mist, thought better of it, and grabbed two more.
            “That’s not wine,” Richard made fun of me.
            “Perhaps not, but it tastes good and does the trick,” I explained.
            “If you say so, but I’m going to have you try actual wine,” he said leading me a few feet ahead to the ‘actual wine’.
            “Fine. Nothing white or dry,” I told him.
            He rolled his eyes, smiling, and chose one he found to be acceptable. As we walked to the counter to make our purchases, I noticed a group of three women staring and whispering. I leaned in to Richard and said, “We’ve been discovered. You have a fan club.”
            He waited until we started unloading our cart, then casually looked over to where I had gestured. He then turned and waved at them, a smile stretching across his face, causing the three to giggle. As we finished unloading, they came over as I asked the cashier for a bottle of Macallan 18.
            “Hello,” Richard said kindly.
            “You’re Richard Z Kruspe,” one of them asked, knowing the answer.
            “Yes, I am,” he replied.
            “Could we take a picture with you,” another asked so giddy she was shaking.
            “Of course,” he told her, seemingly happy to oblige.
            The third woman produced a camera from her purse.
            “Would you mind,” she asked as she held out her camera to me.
            “Not at all,” I replied. The little voice in my head was saying, ‘I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Means no.’, but I ignored it, trying to not laugh.
            I took the camera as they flocked around him, star struck. Then I patiently took three more as they all wanted individual photos too, even if inside I was screaming ‘Jesus Christ I’m hungry! I need a fucking drink!’. Once they were satisfied, I turned my attention to the cashier who told me the total, which of course was atrocious. It usually was, except this time I was accounting for several other thirsts to satiate. I dug in my purse for my wallet, but before I could even open it Richard handed over his credit card.
            “Richard! No. I can’t let you do that,” I pleaded.
            “Yes I can and I am,” he told me sternly.
            “Well, I forgot my cigarettes, and you don’t know what kind they are,” I teased.
            He turned to the cashier. “Could you please add two cartons of the Marlboro Blue Packs, please.”
            The cashier turned to grab them as I lightly smacked him on the arm and stuck my tongue out at him. He stuck his out at me, then acted as though he were really hurt. I grabbed one of the boxes the cashier had loaded and put it in the cart, nearly dropping it. One of the women, who were still standing about gawking, asked, “Are you having a party?”
            “No,” Richard told her. “It’s a private dinner.”
            All of their faces fell. I almost felt badly for them, ok I did a little bit, but I sure as fuck wasn’t going to share my boys! Men. Whatever.
            It took us about an hour to get everything done, though once we had we went back to the hotel to make sure the limo came for the others. We waited with them so I could give the destination address to the driver. Then Richard and I left in my car.
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