Weekly Drabble Challenge

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

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.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it: Drugs!  This prompt is born of a conversation about Jeeves's offhand remark about only needing three hours of sleep a night when he's schmoozing New York's (cocaine-riddled) art scene.  So, Jooster on drugs, or having to babysit someone on drugs or completely drunk.

Alternatively!  If you're straightedge or just aren't feeling it, please write me a drabble about Aunt Agatha finding about teh ghey and protecting the boys, because I don't think that has ever once been done.

Comments

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

Drabble: Icing Sugar

"…Jeeves, I really must say --and not to denigrate anyone's taste or anything (and 'denigrate' certainly is a rummy word, isn't it?)-- But I really must say that I don't like to be so very wide awake and how long have I been talking? I'd wager it's been quite a while and that it will be quite a while more and dash it all, why am I not at the piano? Ah, that's better. Anyhow, I heard this just the other day and I've been trying to duplicate it too fast and cocaine is not for me."

"Indeed, sir."

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

This is so true... Bertie gets in enough trouble as it is.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

Oh, my! That's almost exactly as I'd picture it, too.
Well done, old thing!

[momentarylapse8.livejournal.com]

Jeeves knew there was something amiss when the acrid smell of smoke hit him as the lift opened and by the time he opened the front door his eyes were watering. He quickly ascertained the problem was in the kitchen and hurried through without even stopping to remove his bowler or overcoat.
Inside Bertie stood by the open window desperately flapping a tea towel to disperse the smoke while Mr Rockmetteller was fighting to remove what could now only be described as charcoal from the new toaster.
Both men were passing a hand rolled cigarette between them and laughing hysterically.

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

Yes! Stoned Rocky, you bad influence, you.

Hope my prompts have been up to par, you prodigal thing.

[momentarylapse8.livejournal.com]

You just know Rocky would encourage all sorts of bad habits!

So so glad you took this over :). Hopefully I'll be around a bit more often again now - and your prompts have been really good!

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

Awesome. I can stay on it if you're still busy, just let me know when to give it back.

And yes, Rocky is love. He's my favorite, because he seems to actually care about Bertie, and because he's an American writer who hates to wear real clothes, just like me.

[momentarylapse8.livejournal.com]

If you don't mind I'd be happy to hand it over indefinitely - but if you need a break or cover etc then give me a shout. I enjoyed doing it and reading the drabbles but I am about to hit my busiest period at work and wouldn't want to let people down again.

I like Rocky best too! Love his chilled attitude and I think he would try to only do good things for Bertie. Also live the way he grates on Jeeves (who needs his feathers ruffled occasionally!)

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

Cool, I'm bored and unemployed, I can easily keep doing them while other people go off and be productive. XD

Jeeves-ruffling. It's like cow-tipping.

[queenjmp.livejournal.com]

"Jeeves-ruffling. It's like cow-tipping." I would like that on a shirt.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

YES! *giggling* My thoughts, too!

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

LOL!!! Poor Bertie can't even make toast for his good chum, Rocky.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

*giggling* OMG! Yes. Heee! Those two stoned would be a hoot, actually.
Nice job, you!

(Also, nice to see you about the place, m'friend, you've been missed! *hug* )

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

False Courage

Reginald Jeeves considered the cocktail shaker thoughtfully. Should he drug the cocktail heavily or not at all? It would be interesting to see if it was merely the idea of a strengthening cocktail, rather than a pharmaceutical ingredient, that helped Bertram Wilberforce Wooster defend purple socks and revolting mustaches.

“Sir, might I inquire why…” The question died on Reginald’s lips as the young master pulled a small velvet box out of his pocket with the hand that was not wielding a dozen roses.

“I, ah, needed to screw myself up to ask you something…”

“Oh, sir. The answer is yes.”

[wiccanpantagram.livejournal.com]

Aaw, that's cute! I would say 'yes' too!!! XD

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

Thanks! But I cannot take any credit since Bertie would be hard to resist...

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

D'awwwww! Bertie!
Nicely done, m'friend.

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

Thankee very much!!!

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

DRABBLE: Wilmot’s Little Helper

“Hardly seems fair, a drippy weed like Wilmot having all that pep,” Bertie groaned, prying open the old peepers over a cup of Jeeves’ strongest Oolong. “Don’t know how the blighter does it, Jeeves.”

“If you’ll pardon the indelicacy, sir,” Jeeves murmured, moving closer to the young master’s bed. “I’m afraid I may have an idea…” Extending his hand, Jeeves revealed a small bottle, perhaps a fifth full of little pills.

“I take it they’re not vitamins?” Bertie hazarded after a long moment.

Jeeves shook his head, expression grim.

“Wilmot, you little… excrescence!” Bertie grumbled in angry disappointment.

“Indeed, sir.”

~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Wilmot is from...
S3, Ep1 - Mar. 29, 1992
Safety in New York (or, Bertie Sets Sail)
Fleeing from the twin horrors of prospective marriage and the baleful Aunt Agatha, Bertie sails to New York with Jeeves, where he hopes to lie low but instead he is charged with minding the ultra-shy mother's boy Wilmot, son of Lady Malvern, and showing him the high life. Oddly enough Wilmot takes only too well to the night-spots of Manhattan, wearing Bertie out in the process. Tuppy Glossop also arrives, to talk about car exportation with wealthy businessman Mr. Stoker. Unfortunately Tupper's business plan is nowhere near as lofty as it should be.

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

now there are vitamins and there are vitamins, what? I'm sure they are a harmless plant extract....

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

I did a little research (because I can't help myself) and found that cocaine was reasonably easily available in pill form until the early 1920's and still used thereafter for a while by many people, though illegally at that point. It was touted as a 'pep pill' for quite some time before that.

Well, yeah... plant extract... technically, true.
;D

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

Yep... and in fizzy soft drinks you betcha betcha....

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

Indeeeeeeedy!
;D