The Bride Wore Black

[donutsweeper]

Title: The Bride Wore Black
Pairing/Rating/Warning: None, rated G
Word Count: 274
Summary: Jack swore this would be the last time he drank hypervodkas. The very last time. Owen was never going to let him live it down.
Author's Note: Written from phoenix64 's title prompt for my most recent writing meme. This probably needs a 'no liquids' warning. Un-beta'ed.

As far as diplomatic missions went this one had been a doozy.  Banquet after banquet of never ending food.  Gorgeous blue skinned women who hung on his every word.  And alcohol.  Lots of alcohol.  Jack had never had a problem imbibing before - in fact he’d once won a drinking game against the Grand High Viser of the Summit Mountain Ultraism Terrorist Society, who went by the unfortunate (yet oddly accurate) acronym SMUTS, resulting in the lowering of their arms, among other things - so when the hypervodka was brought out he thought nothing of partaking in a shot or two.  It would have been offensive to their hosts if he didn’t, or that’s what he told himself anyway.  And if the negotiations had to wait until after the drinks were finished, then who was he to argue?

Of course, looking back on it now, maybe he hadn’t been at his peak form when it came time to sign on the dotted line.  Or, to be completely precise, swap spit in the ceremonial chalice.  He’d been confident he knew what they’d agreed upon.  Fairly confident.  Maybe a little confused by some of the more flowery terms in the paperwork, but he knew the makings of a sound treaty when he set one up.  So a few minor details slipped past him.  That sort of thing was bound to happen, eventually. 

Besides, it could have been worse, he thought as he adjusted the tight ceremonial corset.  Owen had been drafted to stand up for him, and pink taffeta did nothing for that man’s eyes. Black, on the other hand, was slimming, and had always been his color.

Comments

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

"Dude, could you tell your voices to keep it down. I can't hear mine over the noise."

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

happens to me ALL the time

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

LOL...people need to teach those voices how to use their inside voice.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

and to quit acting like they're on the playground

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

These voices...they never learn manners, anymore.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

Tis a shame really

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

*nods*

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

but as long as they don't start conspiring against us we'll be okay, right? RIGHT?

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

Probably?

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

oh who are we kidding, they're probably plotting how to break into Barrowman's trailer this very minute

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

I'm not exactly going to worry about this plot Probably.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

I won't encourage it either seems likely

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

It's when they get real quite, all of a sudden, that you really have to worry what they're up to.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

absolutely- it's like my kids, when they are together and quiet I know all hell's going to break loose soon

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

My brother and I were like that as...oh, wait. We're still like that...

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

a few years ago my kids were in their room, being terribly quiet. I knocked on the door and asked "what are you guys doing in there?" The oldest responded, "nothing (then very quickly) don't come in."

yeah- I was through that door in a half a second

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

My cats were like that...except for the talking part. They'd get all quiet, I'd go into the room to see what was up, and they'd quickly run in opposite directions like they hadn't just totally been up to something.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

cats are evil like that

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

I once caught THREE of them standing in a circle, facing each other, in the middle of my room. I've never seen cats more that quickly before or since.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

they were obviously plotting against you

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

Which is why I locked them out of my room, that night...

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

smart thinking

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

Evil bastards, anyway.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

its a good thing cats are so damn cute and purry

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

Definitely.