Not Really by Arfoo (PG-13)
Fandom: THE HISTORY BOYS
Pairing: Scripps/Posner
Author on LJ: h0rr0rsh0w_x
Author Website: unknown
Why this must be read:
Because every fandom needs a good drunken spin-the-bottle type of fic. There's a reason these things become cliches: because when they're done well, they're really bloody entertaining. The history boys get drunk and play some sort of hybrid drinking game of Dakin's invention, and inevitably two of them have to kiss. It's silly fun, the characterizations are spot-on, and the shorter second and third parts follow up with Scripps and Posner at Oxford, and the eventual repeat of the kiss. Just good fun all around, and Scripps is as insightful and yet clueless as ever.
Half the assembled party slur their compliance, though Akhtar pipes up with a dissenting “but what end of the bottle constitutes it landing on someone?” Dakin thinks for a moment, which is stupid, since he’s been hogging the lager just as much as the puddle of snorts that is Lockwood, and finally musters a diplomatic “Open end get’s to pick what they take off, closed end’s got to do whatever the spinner says. Agreed, men?”
This time no one really cares enough to challenge him, more preoccupied with the uniquely boyish pursuit of nonsexually getting their mates stripped down to naught, which is somehow socially acceptable and though Scripps doesn’t get it he gets it. It’s just what you bloody do. The rules dissolve after Lockwood brings out the joint, which only he, Timms, Crowther and Dakin partake of (Poz takes a nervous puff, but starts coughing and gets a round of laughs) before it’s stamped out in case Mother Dakin notices, and it’s turned into a hybrid of truth or dare, I’ve Never, and whatever game it was they were playing originally - Scripps cant be arsed to remember.
Not Really
Pairing: Scripps/Posner
Author on LJ: h0rr0rsh0w_x
Author Website: unknown
Why this must be read:
Because every fandom needs a good drunken spin-the-bottle type of fic. There's a reason these things become cliches: because when they're done well, they're really bloody entertaining. The history boys get drunk and play some sort of hybrid drinking game of Dakin's invention, and inevitably two of them have to kiss. It's silly fun, the characterizations are spot-on, and the shorter second and third parts follow up with Scripps and Posner at Oxford, and the eventual repeat of the kiss. Just good fun all around, and Scripps is as insightful and yet clueless as ever.
Half the assembled party slur their compliance, though Akhtar pipes up with a dissenting “but what end of the bottle constitutes it landing on someone?” Dakin thinks for a moment, which is stupid, since he’s been hogging the lager just as much as the puddle of snorts that is Lockwood, and finally musters a diplomatic “Open end get’s to pick what they take off, closed end’s got to do whatever the spinner says. Agreed, men?”
This time no one really cares enough to challenge him, more preoccupied with the uniquely boyish pursuit of nonsexually getting their mates stripped down to naught, which is somehow socially acceptable and though Scripps doesn’t get it he gets it. It’s just what you bloody do. The rules dissolve after Lockwood brings out the joint, which only he, Timms, Crowther and Dakin partake of (Poz takes a nervous puff, but starts coughing and gets a round of laughs) before it’s stamped out in case Mother Dakin notices, and it’s turned into a hybrid of truth or dare, I’ve Never, and whatever game it was they were playing originally - Scripps cant be arsed to remember.
Not Really