Trooper Station - Sheriff's Office, Saturday Morning
You'd think by now, Vimes would be used to the oddities of Fandom and how they could make a man do unfortunate things. Like flirt and drink.
But no. That would have been too easy for this morning.
Instead, he woke up with a hang-over*, missing clothing and laying on his own desk. Which had been cleared off rather recklessly if the scattered paper was anything to go by. He could always have Ralph clean it up, though.
He raised his hand to his head, wincing as he sat up and squeaked.
...
Wait, what?
Twisting around he found what appeared to be a small, rubber bone. He picked it up and gave it a squeeze to get that squeak again. Why on the disc would he have--
Conscious to horror in only a minute. It was a new record!
[[For that poor chick with him]]
*He was well aware of what those felt like.
But no. That would have been too easy for this morning.
Instead, he woke up with a hang-over*, missing clothing and laying on his own desk. Which had been cleared off rather recklessly if the scattered paper was anything to go by. He could always have Ralph clean it up, though.
He raised his hand to his head, wincing as he sat up and squeaked.
...
Wait, what?
Twisting around he found what appeared to be a small, rubber bone. He picked it up and gave it a squeeze to get that squeak again. Why on the disc would he have--
Conscious to horror in only a minute. It was a new record!
[[For that poor chick with him]]
*He was well aware of what those felt like.