Peeping Everyone

by MMW

Disclaimer: Don't own The Magnificent Seven. Don't even pretend to. They belong to Mirsch, Trilogy, etc. etc. etc.

Author's note: I was working on another fic when this popped into my mind. I believe it is a sure sign that it's time for me to go to sleep. It's all meant in good clean fun.

Turning his face away, Chris bit his lip in a vain attempt to stop his laughter. It was no use. There was no hope. The laughter was coming and it wouldn’t be denied. His carefully constructed façade was crumbling and he could only hope that it did nothing to lessen his reputation and the fear he normally instilled in the citizenry.

Allowing the first chuckles to escape, he was almost relieved to see his friend Vin laughing. As green eyes met blue, their laughter erupted, soon leaving both men breathless and gasping for air.

Stepping out of his clinic, Nathan felt his mouth twitch and was helpless to stop the laughter as it poured forth. The old saying that laughter is the best medicine came to mind. Looking at the nearly collapsed forms of Chris Larabee and Vin Tanner as they laughed, he figured if that was the case, he wouldn’t be seeing much of those two for quite a while.

Josiah stepped out of his church into the early morning. He liked this time of day, just before the town really started coming awake. Looking down the road, he felt the smile start in his heart long before it reached his face. The laughter soon followed and before long, like Chris and Vin, he was gasping for air, his hands resting on his knees. He’d seen some mighty interesting sights in his day, but none quite like this.

Ezra stood in the doorway of the Saloon. He had yet to go to bed, but then, he’d been expecting this. Still the sight was more than amusing and definitely made up for the monetary loss he would suffer by accepting this in exchange. His gold tooth sparkled in the sunshine as he watched.

Buck swore he would get even. True he didn’t have the money, but he hadn’t thought all his friends would be up. At least JD was out of town and wouldn’t witness his humiliation. As he made his way down the street, he tried to muster what dignity he could and ignore the laughter of his friends.

Mary opened the blind on her door just as Buck passed. Stopping dead in her tracks, she blinked several times and shook her head, sure she’d been seeing things. Looking again, she couldn’t stop the smile at the sight. There, down the middle of the street, sitting a white horse and wearing a long blonde wig, rode Buck Wilmington, famous ladies’ man naked but for his boots and carefully placed hair, re-enacting the 17th centry version of Lady Godiva’s ride.

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