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Weekly Drabble challenge
Rules:
1) A drabble is, by definition, a 100-word story therefore all responses should be 100 words exactly, no exceptions.
2) You may also choose to respond to this challenge with a five-minute sketch.
3) PLEASE put the word DRABBLE at the top of your post. That way people can easily spot the drabbles in amongst any reader comments they receive.
RATING: I don't think this should be limited so reader beware that they could be any rating (you could put it in the subject line if you feel it needs it)
PLEASE try to remember to make each drabble a comment in response to the original post. That way, if the comments start to collapse, the drabbles themselves should remain visible.
Pre-Canon
Anything you like about the boys before they entered each other's lives
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Double drabble.
“Batson resigned.” Marse said. “Found a place as a law clerk.”
‘Fortunate.” Jeeves had known the other valet was ambitious, but he hadn’t expected Batson to find such quick success. A few years reading law and, with the right allies, he might even rise to the bar.
“Foolish.” The older Ganymedian shook his head, as if to dislodge such foolish notions. “He’ll slave his life away, twisted between clients and partners, and for what? A Mayfair address, a fine suit, and a Bentley.”
“Better than slavery at five pounds a week.” He had no idea how demanding a senior law partner might be, but it could hardly exceed the hours expected by his current employment. Between Mrs. Nelson wanting breakfast at seven and Mr. Nelson staggering home at two?
“You think so? Marse smiled as a man in position of a secret. “I live in Mayfair, wear a suit, drive a Bentley – all without wrestling with anything more weighty than a bow tie.”
“Your master has a Bentley and a mansion, Mr. Marse.”
“My gentleman, Mr. Jeeves.” Marse lifted his wine glass, indicating the wish for a refill. “We are theirs. And properly managed? What is theirs is ours too.”
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But thanks. You warm my heart. :-)