Dukes of Hazzard ficlet: Fox in the Henhouse
Title: Fox in the Henhouse
Pairing/Characters: Bo & Luke Duke (Dukes of Hazzard), gen
Genre: Humour
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13 for suggestiveness, use of alcohol mentioned
Warnings/Spoilers: None for the show
Disclaimer: I don't own them; it's been years since I watched this show, so excuse any OOC or similar
Beta: Just lil ol' me, I'm afraid
Summary: Bo's had a tough night; Luke reminds him what he missed
Author’s Notes: Written as a reward for katleept for her contribution to a recent 1_million_words Weekend Challenge. This has already been posted at the comm.
NB: this fic can also be read here at AO3
"You enjoy yourself last night?" Luke flopped onto his bed in the room he shared with Bo.
Bo, in his own bed, groaned, rolling to face the wall.
Luke smiled broadly. "I told you you'd regret tryin' to drink her out of your system."
"Why didn't you stop me?" Bo sounded about five steps away from throwing up.
"Hey, you're a grown-up now; you gotta learn when enough's enough at your own speed. As Uncle Jesse would say, 'Just takin' the chicken out of the henhouse don't make it dinner yet'."
Rolling over again, Bo scowled curiously at Luke. "You wanna tell me what that's s'posed to mean?"
"Heck if I know. But it sounded right."
Bo managed a gruff laugh, but then winced, sitting up and putting his head in his hands. "That's the last time I do that."
"You learn quicker'n I would'a thought, considering."
"Considerin' what?"
"You ain't exactly the slyest fox in the henhouse, even if you do know how to catch the chickens in the first place."
"What's with all the henhouse sayings?"
Luke laughed. "Remember that sweet little chicken you were sharin' your sad song with last night?"
"What?" Bo looked up, eyes wide.
"You said you weren't interested." Luke held a hand to his heart. "You were nursin' a broken heart."
"Tell me you didn't?"
Putting his hands behind his head, Luke smiled at the ceiling. "This fox weren't about to let the chicken escape."
"You sly fox. If I had her plucked and ready…"
"Hey, it ain't my fault if you let her go and she ran straight to me. Thanks, cousin."
Bo groaned and lowered his head back into his hands. "I swear I'll never touch another drop of whiskey."
"Next time," Luke grinned, "I'll be waitin' by the henhouse door."
~//~
Pairing/Characters: Bo & Luke Duke (Dukes of Hazzard), gen
Genre: Humour
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13 for suggestiveness, use of alcohol mentioned
Warnings/Spoilers: None for the show
Disclaimer: I don't own them; it's been years since I watched this show, so excuse any OOC or similar
Beta: Just lil ol' me, I'm afraid
Summary: Bo's had a tough night; Luke reminds him what he missed
Author’s Notes: Written as a reward for katleept for her contribution to a recent 1_million_words Weekend Challenge. This has already been posted at the comm.
NB: this fic can also be read here at AO3
"You enjoy yourself last night?" Luke flopped onto his bed in the room he shared with Bo.
Bo, in his own bed, groaned, rolling to face the wall.
Luke smiled broadly. "I told you you'd regret tryin' to drink her out of your system."
"Why didn't you stop me?" Bo sounded about five steps away from throwing up.
"Hey, you're a grown-up now; you gotta learn when enough's enough at your own speed. As Uncle Jesse would say, 'Just takin' the chicken out of the henhouse don't make it dinner yet'."
Rolling over again, Bo scowled curiously at Luke. "You wanna tell me what that's s'posed to mean?"
"Heck if I know. But it sounded right."
Bo managed a gruff laugh, but then winced, sitting up and putting his head in his hands. "That's the last time I do that."
"You learn quicker'n I would'a thought, considering."
"Considerin' what?"
"You ain't exactly the slyest fox in the henhouse, even if you do know how to catch the chickens in the first place."
"What's with all the henhouse sayings?"
Luke laughed. "Remember that sweet little chicken you were sharin' your sad song with last night?"
"What?" Bo looked up, eyes wide.
"You said you weren't interested." Luke held a hand to his heart. "You were nursin' a broken heart."
"Tell me you didn't?"
Putting his hands behind his head, Luke smiled at the ceiling. "This fox weren't about to let the chicken escape."
"You sly fox. If I had her plucked and ready…"
"Hey, it ain't my fault if you let her go and she ran straight to me. Thanks, cousin."
Bo groaned and lowered his head back into his hands. "I swear I'll never touch another drop of whiskey."
"Next time," Luke grinned, "I'll be waitin' by the henhouse door."
~//~