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otahyoni, who requested Richard Jury and Melrose Plant bowling. I should have at least two more drabbles to post tomorrow!
Though at 412 words, this really isn't a drabble.
“Tell me again why this is fun?”
“Because it’s nice to do something besides Boring’s every time you come to London. Last time you fell asleep on me halfway through dessert.” Jury flexed his fingers and slid them into his bowling ball, a respectable twelve-pounder. Melrose looked down at his own eight-pound ball and scowled.
“We’re probably missing a wonderful dinner.” Melrose looked up, but Jury had already turned to flick the ball perfectly down the center of the lane. Melrose scowled again and raised his voice. “They’re supposed to have an exquisite lamb dish this week.”
Jury watched as his ball sent the few remaining pins flying. “Don’t worry, the lamb isn’t until tomorrow night.” He turned around to find Melrose staring at him with a mixture of outrage and triumph, like an affronted kitten.
“I knew you cheated! A…double agent in Boring’s!” Jury carefully skirted around Melrose as he walked back to his seat.
“Yes, Boring’s. Not MI-5.” Jury laughed, his arms raised in a gesture of truce. “Your frame.”
“Isn’t my humiliation complete?” Melrose sighed, squinting down the lane as if trying to will away the gutters.
“Three more frames and I can safely collect my fifty pounds from you.” Jury winced as Melrose launched the ball in a high arc, cringing with every other bowler around them as the ball crashed down on the polished wood.
“We really need to stop betting on everything,” Melrose said, rolling his eyes as the ball slid into the gutter. “And we’re not betting on dinner anymore!” Jury merely gave him a wide smile and innocent shrug of his shoulders.
Melrose’s second attempt was even more of a disaster; the endpoint of the arc was in the adjacent lane. He shooed off Jury’s attempts to explain that his turn wasn’t over. “Just launch it straight into the gutter,” he said, slumping into the seat behind the computer. “Or if you feel generous, you could knock down a few pins for me.”
Jury shook his head in exasperation, and despite the sarcasm that tinged Melrose’s request, scored a spare on his behalf.
“Evidently you are feeling generous,” Melrose said, idly tapping his fingers at the keyboard, trying to find a rude phrase with the initials “R.J.”
“I’m just a nice sort-of guy,” Jury said, flashing his trademark smile. “Besides, this way I feel I’ve earned the fifty quid.”
Melrose resolved that on his next turn, he would drop his ball on Jury’s foot.
otahyoni, who requested Richard Jury and Melrose Plant bowling. I should have at least two more drabbles to post tomorrow!Though at 412 words, this really isn't a drabble.
“Tell me again why this is fun?”
“Because it’s nice to do something besides Boring’s every time you come to London. Last time you fell asleep on me halfway through dessert.” Jury flexed his fingers and slid them into his bowling ball, a respectable twelve-pounder. Melrose looked down at his own eight-pound ball and scowled.
“We’re probably missing a wonderful dinner.” Melrose looked up, but Jury had already turned to flick the ball perfectly down the center of the lane. Melrose scowled again and raised his voice. “They’re supposed to have an exquisite lamb dish this week.”
Jury watched as his ball sent the few remaining pins flying. “Don’t worry, the lamb isn’t until tomorrow night.” He turned around to find Melrose staring at him with a mixture of outrage and triumph, like an affronted kitten.
“I knew you cheated! A…double agent in Boring’s!” Jury carefully skirted around Melrose as he walked back to his seat.
“Yes, Boring’s. Not MI-5.” Jury laughed, his arms raised in a gesture of truce. “Your frame.”
“Isn’t my humiliation complete?” Melrose sighed, squinting down the lane as if trying to will away the gutters.
“Three more frames and I can safely collect my fifty pounds from you.” Jury winced as Melrose launched the ball in a high arc, cringing with every other bowler around them as the ball crashed down on the polished wood.
“We really need to stop betting on everything,” Melrose said, rolling his eyes as the ball slid into the gutter. “And we’re not betting on dinner anymore!” Jury merely gave him a wide smile and innocent shrug of his shoulders.
Melrose’s second attempt was even more of a disaster; the endpoint of the arc was in the adjacent lane. He shooed off Jury’s attempts to explain that his turn wasn’t over. “Just launch it straight into the gutter,” he said, slumping into the seat behind the computer. “Or if you feel generous, you could knock down a few pins for me.”
Jury shook his head in exasperation, and despite the sarcasm that tinged Melrose’s request, scored a spare on his behalf.
“Evidently you are feeling generous,” Melrose said, idly tapping his fingers at the keyboard, trying to find a rude phrase with the initials “R.J.”
“I’m just a nice sort-of guy,” Jury said, flashing his trademark smile. “Besides, this way I feel I’ve earned the fifty quid.”
Melrose resolved that on his next turn, he would drop his ball on Jury’s foot.
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Date: 2006-05-03 09:25 pm (UTC)Mmm, we should post them. Maybe we can encourage more Juryverse fanfiction goodness.
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Date: 2006-05-05 06:56 am (UTC)The whole bowling thing still makes me laugh and laugh. I really want to go bowling with them. I mean, how incredibly fun would that be?