The Advent Drabbles - 17th December

The Advent Drabbles
by Slantedlight
17th December

It was the seventeenth of December and the world was gearing up for Christmas. There was tinsel and fake snow in every shop, music he wanted to scream at from every speaker. Bodie'd switched on the car radio, taken one look at Doyle's face, and turned it off. He'd even packed in mindless humming, and that wasn't Bodie either.

But then they weren't themselves...

It was because they were stuck at HQ, Doyle thought, no bullets, no excitement, no glory and mayhem.

If only Cowley'd let them out, if only Bodie'd break free, if only...

If only that were it.

( Day Seventeen... )

The Advent Drabbles - 17th December

The Advent Drabbles
by Slantedlight
17th December

It was the seventeenth of December and the world was gearing up for Christmas. There was tinsel and fake snow in every shop, music he wanted to scream at from every speaker. Bodie'd switched on the car radio, taken one look at Doyle's face, and turned it off. He'd even packed in mindless humming, and that wasn't Bodie either.

But then they weren't themselves...

It was because they were stuck at HQ, Doyle thought, no bullets, no excitement, no glory and mayhem.

If only Cowley'd let them out, if only Bodie'd break free, if only...

If only that were it.

( Day Seventeen... )

The Advent Drabbles - 18th December

The Advent Drabbles
by Slantedlight
18th December

Right, Bodie thought, what they needed was a night on the tiles, a good old-fashioned evening spent completely pissed, stopping for a kebab on the way home - or maybe chicken and chips from that place on Royal Street - then a nightcap or two over the end of the late night film before falling asleep on the couch and waking up hungover.

Well, they'd go back to his and Doyle could fall asleep on his couch, and he'd be in bed of course.

And that was as far as he was going with that thought.

It absolutely, totally was.


( Day Eighteen... )

The Advent Drabbles - 18th December

The Advent Drabbles
by Slantedlight
18th December

Right, Bodie thought, what they needed was a night on the tiles, a good old-fashioned evening spent completely pissed, stopping for a kebab on the way home - or maybe chicken and chips from that place on Royal Street - then a nightcap or two over the end of the late night film before falling asleep on the couch and waking up hungover.

Well, they'd go back to his and Doyle could fall asleep on his couch, and he'd be in bed of course.

And that was as far as he was going with that thought.

It absolutely, totally was.


( Day Eighteen... )