Kaleidoscope Eyes Challenge

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Kat's post reminded me to go look at the original challenge post, and...this challenge was my suggestion? Yipes! I suppose I'd better snap to it and write something.

:::15 minutes pass:::

Done!



In Vino Veritas
by Beth H.
November 2003

"I'm tellin' you, Jack . . . he was talking."

Huey looked up at his partner and let out a deep breath. "And I'm telling you that it's the tequila talking. Or the Jack Daniels. Or the Amaretto. Or . . . what else did you have to drink tonight, anyway?"

"It's not . . . ."

"What else did you drink tonight?"

"Just a beer!"

"And?"

"And nothing."

"Dewey."

"Okay, maybe a coupla beers." Dewey looked down at the toy gun in his hand. "And maybe a shot of vodka."

Huey stared at him.

"Fine. Two shots. What are you? My mother? I heard him talkin'."

"What was he talking about? Politics? Religion? Classical music?"

"The wolf?" Dewey wrinkled his brow. "I don't think wolves know about that kinda stuff. Nah, it was something about that poodle. Like, I think he wanted to hump her or something, but the other guy said he had to stick with Fraser tonight. No . . . Benton. He said he had to stick with Benton."

"What other guy? Another wolf was talking to Diefenbaker?"

Dewey shook his head. "There's only one wolf, Jack. Did you see another wolf in here tonight? No, it was that Mountie. The one with the funny hat."

"They all wear funny hats. Or . . . do you mean Turnbull? The wolf was talking to Turnbull?"

"He wasn't wearing . . . oh, yeah . . . he had that Santa hat on, didn't he?. No, not him. The old guy."

"What old . . . ."

"Oh come on," Dewey said, leaning forward. "Now I suppose you're gonna tell me you didn't see the old guy in the hat."

"You're right. That's exactly what I'm going to say. And do you know why I'm going to say it? Because there wasn't an old Mountie in a funny hat, just like there wasn't a talking wolf. Just Fraser and Ray pretending half the squad hadn't seen them necking by the supply closet, and . . . "

"Huh?" Dewey stared blearily at his partner. "Fraser and Vecchio were what?"

"Necking. Kissing. Under the mistletoe. Don't tell me you didn't see that. You were standing right next to me."

"Kissing?"

"Yes."

"Under the mistletoe? In front of the whole squad?"

"Well . . .yeah," Huey answered, although he sounded a little less certain this time.

Dewey shook his head and unscrewed the cap from the wine box on his desk. "You know what I think?"

"What?"

"I think we both need another drink."

Huey thought for a couple of seconds about whether hearing a wolf talking to an imaginary Mountie was really any stranger than seeing Fraser and Vecchio making out in front of all their co-workers, and then he pushed his empty glass across his partner's desk.

"I think you're right."

Comments

[halimede.livejournal.com]

Hee! Also, I love the image of Fraser & Ray necking underneat the mistletoe. That's just sweet. :)

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Grazie!

And really? Fraser and Ray must have been a little tipsy, too, to neck in front of everyone. *G*

[psquelly.livejournal.com]

Niiiiiiice.

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

(and I love your icon. *g*)

[theodosia.livejournal.com]

Do not underestimate the power of mistletoe!

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Magical! That's what it is! *g*

[heuradys.livejournal.com]

Cheers! Everyone should doubt their sanity around the holidays.

but, but, but... BOX wine?

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it!

(and yes...the wine box was all that was left. *G*)

[shayheyred.livejournal.com]

This just in from BOB:
Hmph. About time someone paid some attention to me around here. Good job, Beth. Carry on. Well, enough said. There you are.

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Awwww! Bob's speaking to me!

Thanks, Bob!

[katallison.livejournal.com]

*Fifteen minutes*?!?! I keel you!!

Nah, I won't kill you, I'll just haul you under this sprig of mistletoe here and give you a big sloppy smooch on the cheek. This is a hoot, Beth, thanks so much for it!

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Believe me, Kat...now that I'm back from Master and Commander, I can see just how much of a 15 minute story this was. *G*

But I'll *always* be happy to accept a sloppy smooch from you!

[maj-cliffhanger.livejournal.com]

Heheheheheh! Dewey musta really been blitzed to hear Dief and see Bob! LOL! That is just too great. And I loved how Huey was questioning his own eyes about Ben and Ray - snicker! That musta been some party! - Janice

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Janice. And yes...the CPD knows how to throw a party. *g*

[chesamus.livejournal.com]

Why don't my office parties go this way? All we get is two hours of the soul sucker pontificating while the rest of us watch the clock tick backwards.

Did give me a bit of a tickle for a story, though. Can you imagine a conversation between Dead Bob and Welsh? I must ponder that one...

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Oooh! I *want* that Dead!Bob and Welsh story!

(glad you enjoyed this, though. Maybe the next office party you have to go to, you can bring Dief and Bob along as your guests. *g*)

[chesamus.livejournal.com]

Only if I can train Dief to go for his balls - don't want him dead (old, alone, bald and impotent maybe, but not dead).

And I think I figured out a hook for the story. Shame the challenge is water and not being wet because the first idea involved smuggled maple syrup...

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Well, eventually they have to wash the maple syrup *off*, right? :)

[chesamus.livejournal.com]

Maybe a sprinkler system - I think it could work...

[imkalena.livejournal.com]

Oh, my lord!! That was just too good! And the commentary after was almost as entertaining. Thanks for the laugh, babe!! :)

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Glad it made you laugh, sweetie!

[akite.livejournal.com]

I snickered through the story and all the comments so far. That was some party, Beth.

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Thanks, A!

What I want to know is why doesn't anyone ever invite me to parties like that? *g*

[the-star-fish.livejournal.com]

Bweeee!

(I was REALLY worried this was going to be Huey/Dewey ...)



(... not.)

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Didn't I tell you? That's my new OTP! *g*

[xsmoonshine.livejournal.com]

Heehee! You know it's a great party when even Bob's there, and Fraser's not grumpy about it. At least, not enough to stop him from necking with Ray under the mistletoe. =)

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Fraser might have grumped, but Ray...distracted him. *g*

Glad you liked it.

[beledibabe.livejournal.com]

LOL! Only you would come up with such a fresh look at what could've been a fairly... vin ordinaire story. ::g::

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Hee. If I'd taken *16* minutes, I'd have gotten Welsh drunk, too. *g*

(btw...Rickman's going to be filming in Baltimore for the next 25 days. Stalk him for me, would you? *g*

[byob-kenobi.livejournal.com]

"Fine. Two shots. What are you? My mother? I heard him talkin'."

So very perfectly Dewey. Hee! Poor guys.

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Hee! Poor guys

Heh. By morning, they'll have forgotten all about it. Or they'll have written a Country song about it. :)

[uselessplayback.livejournal.com]

When you're drunk you see ghosts and hear wolves talking. . .no wonder Fraser doesn't drink. *g*

This is great! ^_^

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

This is great! ^_^

Thank you kindly!

And yes, Fraser *definitely* doesn't have any need to drink. :)