...the HELL?

[katallison]

OK, so it's one thing if the neighbors want to have a noisy drunken party on the Saturday night of a three-day weekend, that's no more than could be expected... But a noisy drunken party where people are blowing duck calls at random intervals??

(The bad part is I find myself thinking, "Geez, you know, a box of duck calls is just the thing that Fraser'd think would make a fine addition to a party." I'm picturing him wandering around, entirely sober but very cheerful, blowing one at intervals, and being slightly wounded when Ray tells him to cut it the fuck out.)

God, now it sounds like there's a gang of big drunken mallards in the alley. Luckily it's cool enough that I can shut all the windows. But *egad.*

Comments

[heuradys.livejournal.com]

Oh dear lord! I can picture that, too!

[katallison.livejournal.com]

I am trying to resist the urge to somehow jam this scene into a story. But I can just picture it; you know, Fraser explaining how this call is for the Northern Pintail, and this one is for the Greater Scaup, and everyone sort of edging off toward the bar ...