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Giggles in the Night [complete]

Oct 13, 2006 21:29

Location: John's house, mostly. They start off at Psmith's.
Time: Night, after the Second Epic Caper
Characters: Lieutenant Colonel Errand Boy, Psmith; with cameos by Lululu and Bartbart.
Public, etc.: private, more or less
Status: complete
Rating: PG because sleepovers are the picture of innocence, but men like Shep are incapable of spending ( Read more... )

completed, john sheppard, rupert eustace psmith

Comments 187

peasmith October 14 2006, 04:46:15 UTC

"You can make yourselves free of the icebox, for what refreshment you can find therein," said Psmith with a gesture in that appliance's direction, feeling that he'd better come it the host as much as he could. "I shall pack up my troubles in the old kit-bag and do my level best to smile."

The kit-bag was as old as promised, and had someone else's initials embossed into the leather, but it was just the right size for an impromptu overnight. Into it went the very basic needful: fresh shirt and socks and trousers from the bureau, and from the bathroom's cluttered counter (he really ought to wash the dishes when he got back) toothbrush and comb. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror as he swept his toiletries into the bag. "Good lord, I've turned into a raccoon," he said aloud. "I've got bags under my eyes bigger than the one I'm packing."

Returning to the main room, he pulled on a plain jacket that ought to go with the trous he'd packed, dropped a hat on his head, and performed a not-entirely-military-order salute.

sga1sheppard October 14 2006, 05:43:22 UTC

John raised his eyebrow. He'd given worse salutes in his day, though. It related to how he'd stand around on Army bases with his left hand in his pocket to irritate everyone who outranked him and who wasn't in the Air Force. He gestured at the door with his head. "All right, let's go. D'you two need rides home, or can you walk the few blocks to your apartments?" They didn't, so they all trooped back downstairs (Bart, meanwhile, had tried to fix the bookshelf, to no avail, as the books once again fluttered to the floor as he sped off), Psmith and John to the latter's Mustang.

peasmith October 14 2006, 05:51:57 UTC

Psmith slumped into the passenger seat and pushed his hat down over his eyes. "If there were ever a night when even you ought to feel perfectly fine in letting Lulu stay over at my flat, this would've been it," he observed. "The state I'm in, she'd be in more danger in a nunnery. Considerably more, if the Gothic novels hold even the slightest bit of truth. Speaking of states and danger, how's the arm?"

sga1sheppard October 15 2006, 08:13:47 UTC

John glanced down at his bandage. Any blood was on the inside. "It's fine." And, while it was true Psmith wasn't in a place to be getting up to any antics, it was amazing what two kids who wanted to could do even after getting knocked over the head too many times. John remembered. Anyway, it would be better for Psmith to actually rest, and not in a bed that might spring up and trap him against the wall at any moment. He certainly wanted to rest, in the comfort of his nice, airy house, and not...go and seek out Jack to coo over his graze or anything like that. It made him feel old.

The town went by, and then it was just the car and the headlights and the dark road. A few minutes later, he pulled into his driveway, past Lulu's Jetta, and into the garage.

peasmith October 15 2006, 08:21:38 UTC

Psmith got a bit distracted trying to decipher some very small handwriting on the lining band of his hat (it was, he eventually remembered, notes he'd jotted down for a maths test last year after realizing that they were allowed to wear hats in that lecture hall; he'd passed). He was brought back to reality when the car stopped.

"So long as they don't have to lop it off and tack on a new one," he said, as though the conversation had not had a several-minutes-long pause. "They're so much nicer as a matched set."