Where's the Rum Gone?

[ceitfianna]

For moofoot, its only a small fic but I hope it makes you smile.



It hadn’t been a good day for either Doc or Will so they’d grabbed one of the kegs of rum in Doc’s room and made a small fire out on the sand. Talking wasn’t working so now they were trying singing.

“Oh it’s a looong waaay to Tipperary!” Doc’s harmony and the crickets blended well.

“An I miss my gaaal!”

Will’s melody was getting lost in the rushing waves though so it was time for more rum,

“Rum’s gone? Doc, rum’s gone!”

“Tain’t gone, right there.” As the barrel is prodded it falls over with an empty sounding hollow, “Need more rum.”

Will glares at the empty barrel, “Aye, make it give us more rum.”

“How in fargin’ hell do I do that?”

“I dinna know just need more rum.”

The barrel is upended and a few drops fall onto the sand before Will falls backwards,

“’ate this bloody day.”

“When’d we mess up so bad?”

“Dinna know, said stupid things an they yelled at us.”

“Need ‘er.”

“Aye, doesna work without ‘er. ‘ave to get ‘em back.”

“Lots of grovelin’, should work.”

“Aye, glad ye’re me friend, Doc.”

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[moofoot.livejournal.com]

Will glares at the empty barrel, “Aye, make it give us more rum.”
“How in fargin’ hell do I do that?”


Hahaha oh boys, boys. I love it. Thank you.