Sim_Spiration 15/9/10
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dicreasy2Just something slightly silly from me today for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sim_spiration . Enjoy.
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Frostbite.
Snow blanketed the town of Simbridge, thick and white and cold. Very cold. It also had that strange effect of muffling every noise, and so the town was silent. Apart from that is, in one corner, where a group of inebriated young men were huddled in front of a house. “This was a stupid idea of yours Bertie.” Muttered the blond, blowing on his hands to try to warm them. The glow of alcohol had long since ceased to keep him and his companions warm.
“Oh be quiet.” Replied the man who was furiously rattling the door handle of the front door. “You enjoyed the evening did you not? And it was your idea to fashion togas out of sheets to fit with the Roman theme, not mine.”
“Yes, but I did not eshpect you to forget to bring a door key with you,” retorted Andrew.
Bertie turned and glared at his friend before gesturing at what he was wearing. “Pockets,” he exclaimed. “I have none. In case it had slipped your notice, these lovely garments that you fashioned for us, are rather light in that department. Where would you suggest I keep it? No on second thoughts,” he continued as Andrew opened his mouth to answer, “do not tell me.” As he turned his attention back to banging on the door, Peter piped up “hurry up and get the door open Bertie, I think my vitals are developing frost bite.”
“More information than I needed to know,” murmured Andrews as Bertie slammed the flat of his hand against the door, before following it up with a swift kick. “Where the hell is Stuart?” he exploded, hopping on one leg as he clutched at his now injured toes.
“Look, do not tell me that you would not be concerned Andrew, if it were your vitals affected. I do intend to have children one day, you know,” said Peter petulantly.
Bertie leant his forehead against the front door and closed his eyes as he tried to block out the sound of his friends bickering. It had been such a nice evening too, and now it was being spoiled. Where was his brother when he needed him anyway?
David walked round the side of the house then, hugging himself in an effort to try to get a bit warmer. “One of the bathroom windows ish open,” he slurred through chattering teeth. “I reckon I can shimmy up the drainpipe and squeeze through.” If the boys had been completely sober, this suggestion would have been dismissed out of hand as hare brained, but as it was, the cold had only burned away some of the alcoholic fog that had enveloped them for much of the night, and so they declared that it was the most capital idea they had ever heard, and followed David into the back garden.
Fifteen minutes later, when Stuart alighted from the cab, it was to find a very forlorn group on the front steps, and David holding a snowball to the growing lump on the back of his head. “Are you sure you are not seeing double?” asked Bertie again.
“Bertie, I have been seeing double since ten o’clock. I am fine…”
“Stuart! Where the hell have you been?” exclaimed Bertie, forgetting about David on seeing his brother. Stuart looked from him to each of the others, taking in the glares aimed in his direction. “I did explain to you that I had already made plans to dine with Miss Ellie and her sister, when you mentioned the soiree this evening.,” he said calmly.
“Yes, but you should have been home long before now! How long does it take to eat anyway? We have been standing out here, freezing our wotsits off, waiting for you to swan home!”
Stuart sighed. “We went to a dance hall afterwards. Anyway, I distinctly recall suggesting that you take coats, which, I hasten to point out, have pockets. Pockets in which you can put a key.”
Peter waved his hand and rolled his eyes. “Enough recriminations, just open the door and let us in.”
Andrew smirked, “yes do. Peter is worried that he has frost bite and that his crown jewels are going to turn black and fall off.”
“They wouldn’t, would they?” asked Peter shocked.
Stuart shook his head and ignored Andrew teasing his brother as he put his key in the lock and opened the door.
The cousins pushed Stuart out of the way and fell through the door as soon as it opened. “I am going to go and have a hot bath,” declared Peter, staggering to the staircase.
“I wouldn’t have a hot bath,” said Andrew, “a luke warm one would be better.”
“Why, when I am freezing and want nothing more than to get warm?”
Andrew smirked, and fell against the wall as he tried, and failed to make it a smooth move. “Stick your hand in a basin of hot water, and then tell me if you want that pain in your nether regions.”
“I am going to go and get a fire going in the grate,” said Bertie making his way into the drawing room.
“That is not a good idea at this time of night,” pointed out Stuart. “Go and get into bed instead, and I will bring you up a cup of tea.”
“Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Bertie was joined by Andrew and David as he proclaimed his appreciation of that idea. “Actually I would prefer some more beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr,” stated David, as Andrew and Bertie started to push him up the stairs. Stuart shook his head and went to stoke up the range in preparation for making the tea. It really was easier, he thought as he put the copper kettle onto the hob, to dealt with his drunk cousins, when he too was drunk. He leant against the wall as he waited for the kettle to boil, and as he did so he became aware of the sound of water running in the pipes that came from the range. A minute after the sound had ceased, he heard a yelp come from the bathroom. He sighed, yes it was so much easier.
sim_spiration . Enjoy.***
Frostbite.
Snow blanketed the town of Simbridge, thick and white and cold. Very cold. It also had that strange effect of muffling every noise, and so the town was silent. Apart from that is, in one corner, where a group of inebriated young men were huddled in front of a house. “This was a stupid idea of yours Bertie.” Muttered the blond, blowing on his hands to try to warm them. The glow of alcohol had long since ceased to keep him and his companions warm.
“Oh be quiet.” Replied the man who was furiously rattling the door handle of the front door. “You enjoyed the evening did you not? And it was your idea to fashion togas out of sheets to fit with the Roman theme, not mine.”
“Yes, but I did not eshpect you to forget to bring a door key with you,” retorted Andrew.
Bertie turned and glared at his friend before gesturing at what he was wearing. “Pockets,” he exclaimed. “I have none. In case it had slipped your notice, these lovely garments that you fashioned for us, are rather light in that department. Where would you suggest I keep it? No on second thoughts,” he continued as Andrew opened his mouth to answer, “do not tell me.” As he turned his attention back to banging on the door, Peter piped up “hurry up and get the door open Bertie, I think my vitals are developing frost bite.”
“More information than I needed to know,” murmured Andrews as Bertie slammed the flat of his hand against the door, before following it up with a swift kick. “Where the hell is Stuart?” he exploded, hopping on one leg as he clutched at his now injured toes.
“Look, do not tell me that you would not be concerned Andrew, if it were your vitals affected. I do intend to have children one day, you know,” said Peter petulantly.
Bertie leant his forehead against the front door and closed his eyes as he tried to block out the sound of his friends bickering. It had been such a nice evening too, and now it was being spoiled. Where was his brother when he needed him anyway?
David walked round the side of the house then, hugging himself in an effort to try to get a bit warmer. “One of the bathroom windows ish open,” he slurred through chattering teeth. “I reckon I can shimmy up the drainpipe and squeeze through.” If the boys had been completely sober, this suggestion would have been dismissed out of hand as hare brained, but as it was, the cold had only burned away some of the alcoholic fog that had enveloped them for much of the night, and so they declared that it was the most capital idea they had ever heard, and followed David into the back garden.
Fifteen minutes later, when Stuart alighted from the cab, it was to find a very forlorn group on the front steps, and David holding a snowball to the growing lump on the back of his head. “Are you sure you are not seeing double?” asked Bertie again.
“Bertie, I have been seeing double since ten o’clock. I am fine…”
“Stuart! Where the hell have you been?” exclaimed Bertie, forgetting about David on seeing his brother. Stuart looked from him to each of the others, taking in the glares aimed in his direction. “I did explain to you that I had already made plans to dine with Miss Ellie and her sister, when you mentioned the soiree this evening.,” he said calmly.
“Yes, but you should have been home long before now! How long does it take to eat anyway? We have been standing out here, freezing our wotsits off, waiting for you to swan home!”
Stuart sighed. “We went to a dance hall afterwards. Anyway, I distinctly recall suggesting that you take coats, which, I hasten to point out, have pockets. Pockets in which you can put a key.”
Peter waved his hand and rolled his eyes. “Enough recriminations, just open the door and let us in.”
Andrew smirked, “yes do. Peter is worried that he has frost bite and that his crown jewels are going to turn black and fall off.”
“They wouldn’t, would they?” asked Peter shocked.
Stuart shook his head and ignored Andrew teasing his brother as he put his key in the lock and opened the door.
The cousins pushed Stuart out of the way and fell through the door as soon as it opened. “I am going to go and have a hot bath,” declared Peter, staggering to the staircase.
“I wouldn’t have a hot bath,” said Andrew, “a luke warm one would be better.”
“Why, when I am freezing and want nothing more than to get warm?”
Andrew smirked, and fell against the wall as he tried, and failed to make it a smooth move. “Stick your hand in a basin of hot water, and then tell me if you want that pain in your nether regions.”
“I am going to go and get a fire going in the grate,” said Bertie making his way into the drawing room.
“That is not a good idea at this time of night,” pointed out Stuart. “Go and get into bed instead, and I will bring you up a cup of tea.”
“Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Bertie was joined by Andrew and David as he proclaimed his appreciation of that idea. “Actually I would prefer some more beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr,” stated David, as Andrew and Bertie started to push him up the stairs. Stuart shook his head and went to stoke up the range in preparation for making the tea. It really was easier, he thought as he put the copper kettle onto the hob, to dealt with his drunk cousins, when he too was drunk. He leant against the wall as he waited for the kettle to boil, and as he did so he became aware of the sound of water running in the pipes that came from the range. A minute after the sound had ceased, he heard a yelp come from the bathroom. He sighed, yes it was so much easier.
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Date: 2010-09-15 07:25 pm (UTC)I love it, from the slurring to the stupidity to poor Stu just having to deal with them. Beautiful.
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Date: 2010-09-15 08:16 pm (UTC)Love these guys :D
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Date: 2010-09-19 09:09 am (UTC)But anyway, yay that you love them. :D
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Date: 2010-09-15 09:39 pm (UTC)The water pipe wasn't a bad idea. Or at least, it's a venerable one.
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Date: 2010-09-19 09:11 am (UTC)I think that the drainpipe would have been a better idea, if it wasn't a freezing and icy night, David wasn't pissed, and was wearing more clothes. :D
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Date: 2010-09-16 12:54 am (UTC)And that is highly amusing, Di. :D
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Date: 2010-09-19 09:13 am (UTC)Thank you, glad it made you smile. :D
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Date: 2010-09-19 09:18 am (UTC)Peter will be fiiiiiine. I think. ;)
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Date: 2010-09-17 08:59 pm (UTC)Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin.
*the opposite of eloquent*
Loved it, though. :D
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