| Christmas at the Ellefsons; Funny Megadeth Christmas Story | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 26 2008, 06:08 AM (4,229 Views) | |
| Lucifer's Angel | Jun 26 2008, 06:08 AM Post #1 |
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This is an idea that grew out of my story, Dead Promises. I thought it would be funny as hell if Dave had to spend the holidays with David's family in Minnesota. I know it's summer, but a Christmas story sounds good after all the heat outside  Feedback is welcome  Chapter 1 "Well, we got two weeks off from recording for Christmas. I can't wait to see my folks", said David happily. "Yeah, me and Gar are going to Tijuana, there's lots of babes and tequila there", said Chris eagerly. "What are you doing, Dave?", asked David, concerned. Dave sighed, staring into his beer bottle. The group was in the middle of recording their second album, Peace Sells...But Who's Buying. Their producer and engineer were taking the holidays off and suggested the band do the same. David had called up his parents to tell them he was headed back to Minnesota, while Chris and Gar had jumped at the chance to go to Tijuana. Everyone's got plans except for me, he thought sourly. My family's down in LA, but Mom thinks I'm a bum and my sisters are scattered over the country. They wouldn't want to see me anyway, Mom thinks I'm going to hell, he thought sardonically. Besides, I'm only going to mess things up, I don't know how to celebrate Christmas, my family never did. Dave thought back to when he was in school and the other kids would make fun of him because his family didn't celebrate Christmas. I wish I could beat the shit out of those fuckheads, he mused, drinking a large gulp of beer. "Dave, Mom says you can come to Minnesota, if you want. It's not good to spend Christmas by yourself", he said. Dave scowled and chugged the rest of his beer. It's going to be great without these assholes around, I can drink as much as I want and order all the porn I want and have chicks here, no one can tell me to shut up, he thought, a smile forming on his lips. "Dave, if you want, I'll pay for the ticket. I don't want you in the house by yourself, getting drunk and stoned. You're gonna love it", said David, his hazel eyes shining with eagerness. "Are there any hot chicks there?", he asked. "Yeah, remember, we've toured there. And Mom and Dad will be thrilled to meet you", he replied. "Do your parents have booze?", he asked. "Yeah, they got schnapps and Dad likes his beer. This'll be fun", he giggled. At least there's chicks and booze. Girls up there are hot, there must be some strip club in that buttfuck town. And Junior's paying for it, oh well, I got nothing better to do, he thought. "All right, I'll go, Junior. It better be worth it", he chuckled. "Great, I'll tell Mom", said David, picking up the phone. |
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| Verity | Jun 26 2008, 06:25 AM Post #2 |
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This is awesome Vanessa!!!! Thank you for posting and taking a stab at this. We need more Christmas stories on this forum because I think there is only a few. David is certainly being a very kind friend to offer to pay for Dave's plane ticket. And I'm sure there must be a strip club somewhere in the buttfuck town  This story is going to be awesome and as funny as fuck.
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| maisy blue | Jun 26 2008, 01:02 PM Post #3 |
Blackened
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Ohhhh boy. This should be good!!
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| TakeNoPrisoners | Jun 26 2008, 01:08 PM Post #4 |
Metal Crüe- Evil Thrill
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Oh man, a fiction on Junior and Mustaine? Nice. Good luck for that!
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| Lucifer's Angel | Jun 26 2008, 01:29 PM Post #5 |
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Thanks for the feedback, everyone Chapter 2 Several days later, they were all packed up and ready to fly to Minnesota. Dave smirked when he saw how many bags David had packed. He'd packed three suitcases, along with his bass and amp. "Why you need all this crap, Junior?", he joked. "One of them has presents for my family and the others are my stuff. And I got my bass and amp, you got your stuff?", he asked. "Yeah", he replied. A worn blue duffel bag sat at his feet, his guitar and amp in their cases. I don't wanna leave my guitar and amp here, and I don't need many clothes anyway. It's not like we're going out much, he thought. A car horn honked outside. "Oh, that's the cab. Let's go", said David, as they grabbed their bags and went outside. "You kids visiting your folks?", asked the driver, as they drove off. "Yeah, it's my family, I've invited him. My parents are back in Minnesota", said David. "It must be cold as hell out there, oh well, I'm not the one freezing my butt off", he chuckled. "Happy Holidays, sir", said David politely. The driver nodded and turned on the radio. The radio played Holly Jolly Christmas, as they drove towards the airport. Dave flipped his sunglasses over his eyes, his expression bland. All around them, the houses were decorated with Christmas stuff, giant Santas and reindeer in brilliant colors waving to people. Houses were adorned with strings of lights, dormant now in the daytime. That's stupid, there's not even any snow. I hope they don't have ten feet of snow out there, that's too much. And why is the radio playing this happy shit, it's fucking annoying. I wish they'd play some Slayer, even Poison is better than this, he thought sourly. They arrived at the airport an hour later. David paid the driver as they got their bags out of the trunk. "We're on American Airlines Flight 267, it's Gate 117", said David. They quickly checked in and wandered the terminal, as the plane wasn't due to leave for another hour. All around them, passengers hurried to catch their flights, the loudspeakers blaring flight announcements in between snatches of holiday music. Plastic wreaths and berries hung from the walls, their obvious fakeness only making him feel depressed. I do hope that Junior's family isn't going to think I'm a freak. I mean, I must look plenty weird to them, he thought. "Let's get something to eat", said David. They went to a McDonald's and ordered breakfast. David eagerly gobbled up his food, while Dave barely tasted his. This shit sucks, and it's crap food anyway. But the airplane food sucks worse, I hope they have booze on the flight, he thought, chewing on his Egg McMuffin. "Junior, are your parents going to be pissed at me?", he blurted out. "No Dave. Mom and Dad really want to meet you, they're great. And my sisters are going to be there and Grandma and Grandpa. I can't wait", he giggled. "I hope so, Junior", he chuckled weakly. |
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| TakeNoPrisoners | Jun 26 2008, 01:42 PM Post #6 |
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I'd bet money on the fact that you're gonna get Dave to hit on Junior's sister.
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| Verity | Jun 26 2008, 01:46 PM Post #7 |
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The Story Girl
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This is great. I love the thought of David Ellefson packing a bunch of shit. I loved the Holly Jolly Christmas part. Burl Ives is a motherfucking badass.  Anywho, it reminded me of that scene from the movie "Bad Santa." Where Billy Bob Thornton's clock radio goes off and is playing that song and he chucks it across the room. Awesomness.
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| Shayi | Jun 26 2008, 03:44 PM Post #8 |
Bring me that horizon
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*G* Who cares if it's summer - this story is shaping up to kick ass! Seriously it looks like it's going to be an absolute riot over Christmas with them teaming up for the holiday.... I love just how much David has packed - seriously, he packs like my sister She always packs waaaaay too much. Last time she couldn't really lift her case, her boyfriend had to! I can't wait for the next bit, this is going to be such a fun read, I can feel it now! Hooray for another one of your stories 
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| Lucifer's Angel | Jun 27 2008, 05:57 AM Post #9 |
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Heavy Metal Seanchai
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Shayi, thanks for the feedback Burak, (is that your name), thanks for reading, and maybe he will  . And Ashley, I love Bad Santa, that movie is funny as fuck Chapter 3 Their flight arrived in Minneapolis four hours later. Dave groggily opened his eyes, scowling when he felt the plane touch the ground. Oh well, I drank some beers, if only I could've gotten with that hot stewardess, he chuckled. "Thank you for flying American Airlines. I hope you enjoyed your flight", said the pretty blond stewardess, speaking with a slight Southern accent. Dave smiled at her, his hazel eyes raking over her body. "Here's my number, baby. You wanna get together sometime?", he drawled. "Uh, it's company policy, sir. We're not supposed to date passengers", she said, her eyes darting around nervously. "Dave, my parents are waiting for us. Sorry about that, miss", said David shyly. "Junior, I was about to hook up with that hot stewardess. Damn, she had a nice ass", he chuckled. "Dave, I'm sure there's some hot chicks back in Jackson. Come on, my parents are waiting", said David, leading him out of the plane. Mr. and Mrs. Ellefson were waiting for them at the end of the gate. They smiled when they saw their son, rushing over and embracing them. Dave felt a pang in his heart when he saw the happy family. I wish my family was that glad to see me, my mom and sisters think I'm a loser, he thought, taking a deep breath. "Mom, Dad, this is my friend and bandmate, Dave Mustaine. Dave, this is my mom and dad", said David eagerly. "How do you do, Dave. It's so nice having you here for the holidays. David has told us so much about you, I'm sure you're going to have a good time", said Mrs. Ellefson, speaking with a heavy Minnesotan accent. She was short and plump, wearing a long wool skirt and a Santa sweatshirt. Curly gray hair surrounded her face, warm hazel eyes peeking out from behind her glasses. "Very glad to meet you, Dave. David, your sisters are back on the farm", said Mr. Ellefson, his accent more pronounced than his wife's. He was tall and thin, wispy gray hair barely covering his balding head. His blue eyes were very pale, almost the color of ice, his lips so thin as to be almost nonexistent, looking every bit the Midwestern farmer. "Dave, my sisters are back on the farm. They can't wait to meet you", said David. "Me too, Junior", he mumbled, feeling the beer go through his system. Dave took a deep breath, lowering his head and breathing heavily. "Are you all right, Dave?", asked Mrs. Ellefson, concerned. "It's just the jet lag, ma'am. If you don't mind, I'll sleep on the way there", said Dave apologetically. "That's all right, Dave. You can have some hot chocolate when we get home", said Mrs. Ellefson kindly. |
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| Verity | Jun 27 2008, 06:40 AM Post #10 |
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I love it that Mrs. Ellefson offered Dave hot chocolate. I loved your description of Mrs. Ellefson in the Santa sweatshirt. My mother in law always complains about not having many clothes, yet she has an arsenal of Santa sweatshirts that she only wears around Christmas time. It's insane really. I really feel bad for Dave though. It must hurt when he sees a normal, happy, family together. If I were that flight attendent I would have hooked up with him. That's awesome that you like Bad Santa. I went and saw that movie in theatres as a joke and wound up laughing my ass off. I now own it and my hubby and I watch it every year the night before Thanksgiving as our kick off to the holiday season.
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| maisy blue | Jun 27 2008, 11:54 AM Post #11 |
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Damn, Dave is like Debbie Downer. Nothing makes him happy! I can understand, though- Christmas bums me out, as well. I hope he has a happy time with David's family. |
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| Battery | Jun 27 2008, 12:38 PM Post #12 |
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Great start Vanessa! The scene with stewardess made me laugh, I really can't wait to see how Ellefsons' Christmas with Dave will look like 
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| Lucifer's Angel | Jun 28 2008, 05:32 AM Post #13 |
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Chapter 4 Dave reluctantly opened his eyes when he heard the truck stop. He sat up in his seat and rubbed his eyes, slowly taking in his surroundings. Their truck was parked outside a two-story red brick house, snow piled atop the roof and icicles hanging from the eaves. The hedges outside were covered with frost, the brittle branches poking out from under the truck. The house stood in the middle of a vast frozen field, the snow at least a foot thick, glistening like powdered sugar under the winter sky. In the distance was a large red barn and a smaller building next to it. Several cows pawed the snow, munching on the grass underneath. "Oh, that's the barn, and next to it is the chicken house. Further down is the stable, we have our horses there. I'll show you later", said David. Dave just grunted as they entered the house. The aroma of cinnamon and mulled wine hung in the air, a contrast to the chill outside. In the kitchen were two girls, one in their teens and the other about six or seven. They both had wavy honey-blond hair and blue eyes, the older girl wearing jeans and a pink t-shirt and the little girl in overalls and a Barbie t-shirt. David's eyes lit up when he saw them, embracing both of the girls. "Hey girls, how's it going?", he asked. "We're fine, David. I made some cinnamon buns and mulled wine. Would you like some?", asked the older girl. "Sure. Dave, these are my sisters Cassie and Lisa. Girls, this is my friend and bandmate, Dave Mustaine", he said. "Wow, cool shirt. I like the skeleton", said the little girl. Dave wore a shirt showing Vic Rattlehead wielding a machine gun, tight black jeans, his long red hair past his shoulders and his sunglasses perched on his head. "Thanks kid", he chuckled. "I'm Lisa, Mr. Mustaine. I want a shirt like that, I wanna show the boys at school, it's cool", she said. "Maybe, Lisa. But I don't think the teacher's going to like it", said David. "Yeah, David's right", said Cassie, taking the cinnamon buns from the cooling rack and bringing them to the table. The buns were fresh from the oven, brown and plump and covered with creamy white frosting. The tempting aroma hung in t he air, making Dave realize how hungry he was. I haven't had cinnamon buns in a long time, since I was kid, he mused, watching Cassie as she got out the plates and cups. She was of average height and slim, her honey-colored hair in two loose pigtails that looked both wholesome and sexy. Her jeans molded her body perfectly, her face slightly flushed from the heat of the oven. She's hot, Minnesota farmgirls are hot. I'd bet she'd look even better naked, he chuckled. "Do you want some mulled wine, Mr. Mustaine?", she asked. "Is there any booze in it?", he asked. Cassie giggled nervously. "Uh, yeah. It's wine with cinnamon and cloves. Do you want some?", she asked. "Sure", he chuckled, a sly grin on his face. Cassie felt her heart flutter as she poured him some wine. He's so handsome, she thought, stifling a sigh. He was dressed in the Vic Rattlehead shirt and tight jeans, his red hair shining brilliantly in the light of the kitchen. The outfit hugged his slim body, accentuating his pale skin and red hair, his hazel eyes almost burning her. Oh my, don't go there, he's David's friend and he's older than you, she reminded herself. |
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| Verity | Jun 28 2008, 06:59 AM Post #14 |
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The Story Girl
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I think that Cassie is going to get hit on. Dude, that house sounded amazing with all of the Christmassy smells. I love mulled wine. This was fantastic. glistening like powdered sugar under the winter sky. Awesome!! 
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| maisy blue | Jun 28 2008, 12:24 PM Post #15 |
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This chapter was dreamy. It sounds like a perfect Christmas. Cassie may have her own Christmas surprise coming!
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