Kitten drabble
May. 10th, 2004 12:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dethoratsTitle: A Stowaway
Rating: G
Pairing: Ben + Shanks
Word Count: 408
“Looky what I found! We have a stowaway!”
Ben looked up from the latest inventory as Shanks wobbled through the door. They were nearly ready to depart, the crew on a final night of shore leave. It was the perfect opportunity for Ben to get some work done, until Shanks decided to keep him company. Of course, Shanks’ company consisted of him fiddling around the cabin, pestering Ben with pointless questions, and whining that he was bored. The only solution was for Ben to send him on an errand, one that would keep him occupied. Unexpectedly flush with cash, Ben had decided the crew deserved some good alcohol for a change. It happened to be hidden in with the more boring essentials like sail cloth and fishing line, but he’d take the risk of Shanks drinking most of it if it would get the captain out of his hair. His ploy had worked; Shanks had been gone for well over two hours, likely enjoying the liqour. But now he was back, and carrying…was that a kitten?
“I found it in the crate. It was lickin’ up all the whiskey from a cracked bottle. Isn’t it cute?”
Ben repressed a sigh as Shanks shoved the tiny ball of orange fur in his face. Great, a drunk captain and a drunk kitten, just what he needed to wrap up the night.
“Can we keep it? It can catch rats and stuff and I can drink with it when you’re busy.”
“Look, I realize you’re intoxicated, but you should know it’s a bad idea to give animals alcohol. And we don’t normally have a problem with rats.”
“Awww. Does that mean I can’t keep it? I really wanna.”
Ben pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to repress the incoming headache. Taking care of the kitten would obviously fall to him. On the other hand, Shanks was really good at looking pathetic when he was drunk.
“You’re the captain. It’s up to you.”
“Hey, that’s right. It IS my decision. OK, well, Jameson here, since that’s what it was drinkin’, is the newest member of the crew.”
Several hours and too little paperwork later, Ben lay in bed. Shanks was snoring loudly in one ear, arm sprawled across Ben’s chest. Jameson had decided to sleep on top of his head, and was purring into the other ear. It was noisy, but somehow he didn’t mind as he drifted off to sleep.
Rating: G
Pairing: Ben + Shanks
Word Count: 408
“Looky what I found! We have a stowaway!”
Ben looked up from the latest inventory as Shanks wobbled through the door. They were nearly ready to depart, the crew on a final night of shore leave. It was the perfect opportunity for Ben to get some work done, until Shanks decided to keep him company. Of course, Shanks’ company consisted of him fiddling around the cabin, pestering Ben with pointless questions, and whining that he was bored. The only solution was for Ben to send him on an errand, one that would keep him occupied. Unexpectedly flush with cash, Ben had decided the crew deserved some good alcohol for a change. It happened to be hidden in with the more boring essentials like sail cloth and fishing line, but he’d take the risk of Shanks drinking most of it if it would get the captain out of his hair. His ploy had worked; Shanks had been gone for well over two hours, likely enjoying the liqour. But now he was back, and carrying…was that a kitten?
“I found it in the crate. It was lickin’ up all the whiskey from a cracked bottle. Isn’t it cute?”
Ben repressed a sigh as Shanks shoved the tiny ball of orange fur in his face. Great, a drunk captain and a drunk kitten, just what he needed to wrap up the night.
“Can we keep it? It can catch rats and stuff and I can drink with it when you’re busy.”
“Look, I realize you’re intoxicated, but you should know it’s a bad idea to give animals alcohol. And we don’t normally have a problem with rats.”
“Awww. Does that mean I can’t keep it? I really wanna.”
Ben pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to repress the incoming headache. Taking care of the kitten would obviously fall to him. On the other hand, Shanks was really good at looking pathetic when he was drunk.
“You’re the captain. It’s up to you.”
“Hey, that’s right. It IS my decision. OK, well, Jameson here, since that’s what it was drinkin’, is the newest member of the crew.”
Several hours and too little paperwork later, Ben lay in bed. Shanks was snoring loudly in one ear, arm sprawled across Ben’s chest. Jameson had decided to sleep on top of his head, and was purring into the other ear. It was noisy, but somehow he didn’t mind as he drifted off to sleep.
