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vocab_drabblesTitle: 'Karmic Justice'
Fandom: The Monkees
Author:but_can_i_be_trusted
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Characters/Pairings: Mike Nesmith, Davy Jones, Micky Dolenz, Peter Tork
Warnings: None
Notes: Crossposted toanythingdrabble
Summary: "It was a lot of fun; you should've been there."
"Guys, how the heck did it get so dirty in here," Mike shouted, staring over the cap of the soda that he'd been about to open.
The Pad was a proper shambles, if a shambles could be considered proper. Sand had been tracked through the general area of the bandstand, in close proximity to the back door. Nearer to the front door, there were muddy footprints.
"This place looks like a pigsty," he declared, gesturing angrily. "I want some answers, and I want 'em right now!"
Peter glanced up from the popsicle he was eating. "Davy and I were out playing beach volleyball. That's, of course, when Davy wasn't getting distracted by some attractive bathing beauties," he grinned, glancing over to a not even remotely sheepish Davy. "And Micky..."
"I was playing in a water balloon fight with some of the neighborhood kids," Micky volunteered. He shook his head vigorously, sending a cascade of water from his hair all over the place. "It was a lot of fun; you should've been there."
Mike winced, raising a hand to protect himself. "Man, knock that off! You're makin' it worse! Babbitt's gonna have a conniption fit if he sees all this! And I think it's only fair that the ones who made the mess should clean it up!"
His point made, he opened his soda. Having had a rather rigorous shaking, from all of Mike's aggravated gesticulating, it went off like a fizzy firecracker. Sticky, syrupy fluid burst out, coating him in a sugary cascade.
What remained of Mike's dignity was shattered as his friends erupted in laughter.
"Well, that looks like Karmic justice, to me," Peter sweetly smirked.
"Whoever makes the mess should clean it up," Micky parroted, mimicking Mike's accent.
Davy chuckled. "That's what you get for your imperious attitude."
Fandom: The Monkees
Author:
but_can_i_be_trustedRating: G
Word Count: 300
Characters/Pairings: Mike Nesmith, Davy Jones, Micky Dolenz, Peter Tork
Warnings: None
Notes: Crossposted to
anythingdrabbleSummary: "It was a lot of fun; you should've been there."
"Guys, how the heck did it get so dirty in here," Mike shouted, staring over the cap of the soda that he'd been about to open.
The Pad was a proper shambles, if a shambles could be considered proper. Sand had been tracked through the general area of the bandstand, in close proximity to the back door. Nearer to the front door, there were muddy footprints.
"This place looks like a pigsty," he declared, gesturing angrily. "I want some answers, and I want 'em right now!"
Peter glanced up from the popsicle he was eating. "Davy and I were out playing beach volleyball. That's, of course, when Davy wasn't getting distracted by some attractive bathing beauties," he grinned, glancing over to a not even remotely sheepish Davy. "And Micky..."
"I was playing in a water balloon fight with some of the neighborhood kids," Micky volunteered. He shook his head vigorously, sending a cascade of water from his hair all over the place. "It was a lot of fun; you should've been there."
Mike winced, raising a hand to protect himself. "Man, knock that off! You're makin' it worse! Babbitt's gonna have a conniption fit if he sees all this! And I think it's only fair that the ones who made the mess should clean it up!"
His point made, he opened his soda. Having had a rather rigorous shaking, from all of Mike's aggravated gesticulating, it went off like a fizzy firecracker. Sticky, syrupy fluid burst out, coating him in a sugary cascade.
What remained of Mike's dignity was shattered as his friends erupted in laughter.
"Well, that looks like Karmic justice, to me," Peter sweetly smirked.
"Whoever makes the mess should clean it up," Micky parroted, mimicking Mike's accent.
Davy chuckled. "That's what you get for your imperious attitude."
