Giggles in the Night [complete]
Location: John's house, mostly. They start off at Psmith's.
Time: Night, after the Second Epic Caper
Characters: Lieutenant Colonel Errand Boy, Psmith; with cameos by Lululu and Bartbart.
Public, etc.: private, more or less
Status: complete
Rating: PG because sleepovers are the picture of innocence, but men like Shep are incapable of spending
entire nights with a G rating
Summary: Because Psmith's been hit over the head again (rather a lot), John's gonna keep an eye on him for the night, wake him up every two hours, make sure he doesn't die, play with his hair, paint his nails, give him a makeover, stuff like that.
They all trooped up to Psmith's apartment for the second time that day, only now Psmith let them in. It was kinda strange being there legitimately, instead of breaking in. John wasn't really sure what to do with himself, so he stood by the wall with the phone on it, his hands on his hips. It all looked pretty much the same even in the fading light, except for the inexplicable mess by the bookshelf, so it wasn't like he had anything to look at, either. They were four, no more than when it had been Marlowe and not Psmith who was rummaging about, but somehow it felt like there were a lot more people in the small space.
"Don't worry about packing too much stuff," he said to Psmith. "I can lend you towels and things like that."
Time: Night, after the Second Epic Caper
Characters: Lieutenant Colonel Errand Boy, Psmith; with cameos by Lululu and Bartbart.
Public, etc.: private, more or less
Status: complete
Rating: PG because sleepovers are the picture of innocence, but men like Shep are incapable of spending
entire nights with a G rating
Summary: Because Psmith's been hit over the head again (rather a lot), John's gonna keep an eye on him for the night, wake him up every two hours, make sure he doesn't die, play with his hair, paint his nails, give him a makeover, stuff like that.
They all trooped up to Psmith's apartment for the second time that day, only now Psmith let them in. It was kinda strange being there legitimately, instead of breaking in. John wasn't really sure what to do with himself, so he stood by the wall with the phone on it, his hands on his hips. It all looked pretty much the same even in the fading light, except for the inexplicable mess by the bookshelf, so it wasn't like he had anything to look at, either. They were four, no more than when it had been Marlowe and not Psmith who was rummaging about, but somehow it felt like there were a lot more people in the small space.
"Don't worry about packing too much stuff," he said to Psmith. "I can lend you towels and things like that."