Feb 25, 2012
@ 12:56 AM

☆ reblog

notdaredevil asked: guy/tora 50s AU where they just met (bonus round, 50s, ted and booster just met through guy and tora) 

thorterback:

HAHAH THIS IS WAY MORE THAN 3 SENTANCES
FUCK THE CORPORATE WORLD
also this had more ted/booster than intended whOOPS

“I can’t believe you agreed to go out for shakes with Guy Gardner. That, that- egocentric pig of a man. What’s next, you’re gunna go dancing with him?” Bea spat, every word venomous. Tora sat on the end of Bea’s bed, and looked away as she twiddled her fingers, afraid to make eye contact.
“You aren’t.” Bea breathed, half a question, half a command. “Come on Bea, he isn’t terrib-” “Terrible doesn’t even BEGIN to describe him!” Tora stayed silent, arguing with Bea was useless.
“Why Gardner? Why not, uh, I don’t know… Ted Kord! Why not Ted? He’s smart, hes handso— cute…” Bea began to plead.
“Not a chance. Ted’s sweet, but isn’t really my type-” “And Guy Gardner IS your type?” Tora glared up at Bea. “He isn’t really my type,” Tora continued “and even if he was, he isn’t eligible anymore anyway.”
“What do you mean? Ted Kord got a girlfriend?” Bea asked in shock, taking her place at Tora’s side. “Nerdy, science club president, talks to car engines while he takes them apart, has a gross beetle for a pet TED KORD got a girlfriend?” “He IS still my friend, y’know.” Tora said, giving the best glare she could in Bea’s direction. Bea rolled her eyes.
“Michael Carter.” Tora said after a short silence, straightening a crease in her skirt. She felt the bed shift as Bea rolled off of it onto the floor.
“MICHAEL CARTER? You mean, Michael ‘Booster the Backer’ Carter, THE QUARTERBACK?” Bea asked. Tora nodded. “With Ted Kord- HOW?” Bea began to wrack her brain, less to Tora than to herself.
“Guy n’ I saw ‘em at the Hop. Guy said Ted is always waitin’ around for Michael after practice, and they kiss under the bleachers and stuff. It’s… kinda romantic, huh?” Tora said, almost dazed. Bea stuck out her tongue as if it left a bad taste in her mouth. “You have a weird perception of romance, Tora.” She said, and Tora looked down at her shoes. Bea felt a sting in her heart, and put a hand on her friend’s back. “Now let’s pick out a dress for you. You’ve got an important date tonight, dontcha?”