Supreme Court Swag! [RP for Alan Shore]

[zippyknowsbest]

[for alan_shore]
[Takes place after Day One of the Great Reshelving, yet to be written]The teakettle was screaming, it was a toss-up as to whether the stuff in the oven or the stuff on the stove would burn first, the apartment looked like a laundry basket and a bookbin had waged a messy and casualty-heavy war, her cellphone was ringing, and Alan Shore was at

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[alan_shore]

Alan was performing a balancing act of his own, juggling an armload of (brightly wrapped--he might have been hopeless at cooking and scornful of small talk, but by God, the things he could do with wrapping paper and a bit of tape) gifts and a slightly-smaller-than-life cardboard cutout of John Roberts.

"Zippy," he greeted, smile cheerful, cheeks still rosy from the cold. "I'd offer to come back in ten minutes, but as you can see..."

[zippyknowsbest]

Zippy blinked-- gifts were somewhat expected, given the season, given Alan's own words of having picked up "trinkets"-- John Roberts was... not.

"I-- yes. I do see. Come inside. Do you want me to take the Chief Justice there off your hands?"

[alan_shore]

He shuffled inside, catching, as he did so, a whiff of something sweet and buttery and enticing. It was almost enough to make him regret the little tango of baked goods promised and revoked they'd been dancing.

"I'd rather you took these, actually," he said, indicating the packages with a jerk of his chin. "There's something very satisfying about keeping John Roberts in a headlock."

[zippyknowsbest]

"Far be it from me to begrudge you your.... kicks, then," Zippy said, and took the armful of wrapped items. She stepped back inside, stepped over Fat Louie as a matter of course, and made her way to the table to set down the presents.

"Don't trip on the cat, he likes to sabotage the unwary. I hope you're not allergic. Are you assuming I'm going to keep Roberts, incidentally, or were you just wanting to show him off?"