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anythingdrabbleTitle: 'Warpath'
Fandom: The Monkees
Characters: Mike Nesmith, Micky Dolenz, Peter Tork, Davy Jones, Henry Babbitt
Word Count: 200
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted todrabble_zone
Summary: "I don't know why I put up with you!"
Mike darted inside, slamming the door and plastering his back against it.
"Brace yourselves, guys," he unceremoniously warned, in response to his roommates' looks of alarm. "Babbitt's on the warpath again."
He barely had time to get away from the door before it was opened hard enough to slam against the adjacent wall. Sure enough, he looked ready to snort steam.
"I knew I was making a big mistake, renting this place out to a bunch of would-be rock 'n' roll musicians," he roared. "I don't know why I put up with you!"
Peter approached with a winsome smile. "Here's your rent, sir," he replied, handing the landlord a wad of bills. "I hope you'll find it satisfactory."
Blinking, Babbitt gazed at the clump of cash that rested in his hand.
"Always a pleasure to do business with you boys," he mumbled, turning back toward the door.
Micky grimaced. "That'll be the day," he grumbled. Regretful adrenaline burst through him, as the landlord turned to him.
"What was that," he suspiciously wondered.
Quickly, Davy stepped in to do damage control, before things could get ugly. Uglier, rather.
"He said, 'Good evening, and have a nice day'," he adroitly fibbed.
Fandom: The Monkees
Characters: Mike Nesmith, Micky Dolenz, Peter Tork, Davy Jones, Henry Babbitt
Word Count: 200
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to
drabble_zoneSummary: "I don't know why I put up with you!"
Mike darted inside, slamming the door and plastering his back against it.
"Brace yourselves, guys," he unceremoniously warned, in response to his roommates' looks of alarm. "Babbitt's on the warpath again."
He barely had time to get away from the door before it was opened hard enough to slam against the adjacent wall. Sure enough, he looked ready to snort steam.
"I knew I was making a big mistake, renting this place out to a bunch of would-be rock 'n' roll musicians," he roared. "I don't know why I put up with you!"
Peter approached with a winsome smile. "Here's your rent, sir," he replied, handing the landlord a wad of bills. "I hope you'll find it satisfactory."
Blinking, Babbitt gazed at the clump of cash that rested in his hand.
"Always a pleasure to do business with you boys," he mumbled, turning back toward the door.
Micky grimaced. "That'll be the day," he grumbled. Regretful adrenaline burst through him, as the landlord turned to him.
"What was that," he suspiciously wondered.
Quickly, Davy stepped in to do damage control, before things could get ugly. Uglier, rather.
"He said, 'Good evening, and have a nice day'," he adroitly fibbed.
