Anon Meme Part 2

Jul 15, 2011 18:38

Now that we have moved the meme to dreamwidth, all commenting will be moved there as well. The community and posts still work exactly the same and are in the exact same order. Additionally, commenting anonymously works just like on livejournal ( Read more... )

part 2

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FV17: A Word to the Wise (7/10) anonymous September 18 2011, 05:37:03 UTC
By the time he registered what happened, Barnaby was ready to slap him one, except Kotetsu was already gone. He held a hand to his cheek and pulled down the hood a little lower.

Until the party was going to meet its inevitable end, he decided that he would have to take it upon himself to police it and make sure no one got into any serious trouble. That meant making frequent trips past Keith’s bedroom and guest room in the event that something unsavory was happening as a result of alcohol.

On one occasion, he ran into a group of teenagers drinking beers in the hallway by the kitchen and he stole them quicker than they could protest and poured them out in the sink.

That was when he discovered John.

In the past, he had only heard about Keith’s animal friend but had never had the opportunity to meet him for himself. Keith talked about him as if he were a person, so he felt a little like he was already familiar with him. However, this John was a lot different from the one he had heard him mention. Instead of the playful and energetic dog he expected, he found John huddled under the kitchen table looking neglected and probably not a little scared.

When Barnaby leaned down, he thought it looked like there was something on John’s head. With a gentle voice, he called out to him and held out a hand to beckon him forward. He stayed still for a moment like that until he heard John whimper. A second later, he emerged from under the table to sniff at his hand and licked his fingers when he decided he was a friend.

The thing on top of his head turned out to be a tiny party hat. Around his neck was a Hawaiian lei. He really hoped that such had been Keith’s idea and not a prank pulled by someone at the party.

It looked really cute on him though, he had to admit.

“It’s okay,” he said softly. “I’m not really here for the party either.”

He leaned down and lightly held onto John’s collar and started to lead him toward the hallway. If John saw all the people out there, he would go right back to hiding under the table and Barnaby was sure he knew of a better place for him right now. So instead of letting him hole himself up in the kitchen, he guided the restless dog between the people in the hallway and opened the guest room.

First, he had to evacuate the couple groping each other in there and then let John go inside.

“You can stay in here for now,” he told him. He pet his back until he felt he’d calmed down more and then got up to leave. He didn’t think it would be wise to lock him in there alone if he didn’t know how Keith would unlock it later from the outside, so he left it unlocked and prayed that no one would disturb him.

He was doing pretty well at this Party Police thing, he thought. That was, until he saw Kotetsu again.

Roughly an hour had gone by since the time they split ways. The house had filled up to near max capacity and now it seemed as though the alcohol had passed through enough hands to finally reach his partner.

He found him more or less where he expected him to be; sitting on the couch, talking loudly at Karina who was blushing and shifting around in her seat uncomfortably, which left no doubts to Barnaby that he was saying something inappropriate. On the other side of Kotetsu sat someone who was dress as a football player who, upon closer inspection, turned out to be Antonio.

And go figure, Nathan was drinking, but was keeping his hands to himself, lounging leisurely in one of the surrounding seats as he sipped a fruity-looking something or other.

But, for as loud and drunk as Kotetsu was, he was not the center of attention here. The one everyone was really paying attention to was Keith, who was currently sitting on the floor between the couch and the table, talking with wild, drunk hand gestures to the guest who was sitting on the other side of the table. Barnaby had to get closer if he wanted any chance of hearing what they were discussing.

“And that’s how you should do it!”

It sounded as though Keith had just concluded whatever he had been explaining.

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