Jensen always knew Jared was a trouble maker but this is a new record. It'd taken all of twenty minutes walking on the streets of London for them to find themselves up close and personal with the kind of gun that could kill a freaking whale.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave this area." This soldier isn't prettily dressed up and he sure as hell does move his face, and he's pissed. Jensen's in the background, hand over his mouth, and trying so hard to hold in the laughs that are threatening to escape.
"Is there a problem?" Another soldier is coming up, this one about the size of Jared and Jensen put together into a super-human. His British accent is thick and Jensen thinks that every step he takes has got to be leaving cracks in the concrete.
It's been hardly two minutes since Jared set foot on the palace grass, and somewhere between one of the guards having enough and Jensen bursting out laughing Jared's being thrown out on his ass.
In London it doesn't matter who you are, not when the Queen is in presence.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave this area." This soldier isn't prettily dressed up and he sure as hell does move his face, and he's pissed. Jensen's in the background, hand over his mouth, and trying so hard to hold in the laughs that are threatening to escape.
"Is there a problem?" Another soldier is coming up, this one about the size of Jared and Jensen put together into a super-human. His British accent is thick and Jensen thinks that every step he takes has got to be leaving cracks in the concrete.
It's been hardly two minutes since Jared set foot on the palace grass, and somewhere between one of the guards having enough and Jensen bursting out laughing Jared's being thrown out on his ass.
In London it doesn't matter who you are, not when the Queen is in presence.
(Based on a true study of my aunt in London.)
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