FAKE Triple Drabble: Hangover Cure
Title: Hangover Cure
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Dee has a hangover, but there’s work to be done at the orphanage.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Weeds’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
Dee ambled slowly across the lawn towards the orphanage’s flower beds. With the weather finally warming after a long, cold, wet winter, they were a mass of new growth, green leaves on strong and sturdy stems, even a few buds swelling.
“Don’t know about the plants, but the weeds are comin’ along well.”
Beside him, Ryo laughed. “Weeds are always more robust than cultivated plants. They can deal with pretty much whatever gets thrown at them.”
“Except weedkillers,” Dee pointed out.
“Which we’re not using here. They’re bad for children and wildlife. Not great for adults either. Weeds are best dealt with the old-fashioned way: pull them up, compost them, and use the compost to put nutrients back in the soil.”
“Guess that means we’re gonna be diggin’ all day,” Dee said with a put-upon sigh.
“Is that a problem?” Ryo eyed his lover. “If you’re still hungover from last night, maybe you should take it easy.”
They’d been to a party the night before, and while Ryo had woken fresh as a daisy, despite coffee, orange juice, and painkillers, Dee’s head was still throbbing. It hardly seemed fair, but Dee’s masculine pride wouldn’t let him wimp out. He’d gone to work hungover often enough, and if he could do that he could cope with a spot of gardening.
“Nope, I can dig. Not leavin’ it all to you. Let’s get started.” Leaving his sunglasses on, although it was a cloudy day, Dee stripped off his jacket, rolled his shirtsleeves up, and strode towards the toolshed.
The strenuous work actually helped clear his head, or maybe it was all the water he drank as he sweated out the last of the alcohol still in his system. By lunchtime they’d cleared weeds from more than half the garden, and Dee was ravenously
hungry.
“I love gardenin’, bein’ out in the fresh air, makin’ a visible difference!” he said as he dug into the sandwiches Mother had prepared for lunch. “Maybe I should’a been a landscape gardener instead of a cop.”
“You say that now, but tomorrow you’ll be complaining about blisters.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Dee has a hangover, but there’s work to be done at the orphanage.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Weeds’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
Dee ambled slowly across the lawn towards the orphanage’s flower beds. With the weather finally warming after a long, cold, wet winter, they were a mass of new growth, green leaves on strong and sturdy stems, even a few buds swelling.
“Don’t know about the plants, but the weeds are comin’ along well.”
Beside him, Ryo laughed. “Weeds are always more robust than cultivated plants. They can deal with pretty much whatever gets thrown at them.”
“Except weedkillers,” Dee pointed out.
“Which we’re not using here. They’re bad for children and wildlife. Not great for adults either. Weeds are best dealt with the old-fashioned way: pull them up, compost them, and use the compost to put nutrients back in the soil.”
“Guess that means we’re gonna be diggin’ all day,” Dee said with a put-upon sigh.
“Is that a problem?” Ryo eyed his lover. “If you’re still hungover from last night, maybe you should take it easy.”
They’d been to a party the night before, and while Ryo had woken fresh as a daisy, despite coffee, orange juice, and painkillers, Dee’s head was still throbbing. It hardly seemed fair, but Dee’s masculine pride wouldn’t let him wimp out. He’d gone to work hungover often enough, and if he could do that he could cope with a spot of gardening.
“Nope, I can dig. Not leavin’ it all to you. Let’s get started.” Leaving his sunglasses on, although it was a cloudy day, Dee stripped off his jacket, rolled his shirtsleeves up, and strode towards the toolshed.
The strenuous work actually helped clear his head, or maybe it was all the water he drank as he sweated out the last of the alcohol still in his system. By lunchtime they’d cleared weeds from more than half the garden, and Dee was ravenously
hungry.
“I love gardenin’, bein’ out in the fresh air, makin’ a visible difference!” he said as he dug into the sandwiches Mother had prepared for lunch. “Maybe I should’a been a landscape gardener instead of a cop.”
“You say that now, but tomorrow you’ll be complaining about blisters.”
The End