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Title: 'Ivy'
Fandom: The Monkees
Rating: G
Peter looked up from idly playing around with his keyboard. "Where's Michael?"
"He's out with Ivy," Micky responded.
Davy blinked, surprised. "Ivy? I thought he didn't like Ivy. Didn't he say she was a little too clingy?"
"Yeah--but she really grew on him." Micky threw his head back, laughing. "Get it? Ivy? Grows on you? Grows on..." He fell out of the chair he was sitting in, in stitches over his own witticism.
Peter sighed, shaking his head. "Micky, you're a true comedian. You're great at laughing at your own jokes."
"That's only because nobody else will," Davy muttered.
Fandom: The Monkees
Rating: G
Peter looked up from idly playing around with his keyboard. "Where's Michael?"
"He's out with Ivy," Micky responded.
Davy blinked, surprised. "Ivy? I thought he didn't like Ivy. Didn't he say she was a little too clingy?"
"Yeah--but she really grew on him." Micky threw his head back, laughing. "Get it? Ivy? Grows on you? Grows on..." He fell out of the chair he was sitting in, in stitches over his own witticism.
Peter sighed, shaking his head. "Micky, you're a true comedian. You're great at laughing at your own jokes."
"That's only because nobody else will," Davy muttered.