Post by greenie on Dec 11, 2009 22:34:04 GMT 10
Title: Mix up
Rating: PG
Prompt: Wine
Summary: Little Goodwin decides to try some of her parents' raspberry twilsey.
“My raspberry twilsey tastes nicer than yours.”
Tom looked up, confused, and Clary frowned. “We’ve only got the one type of raspberry twilsey.”
“No,” insisted Little. “You and Da always drink a different one. I tried a little bit and it tasted funny and made my throat go all warm. And I thought it might get better if I tried some more so I drank a whole cup but it s-still tasted funny and it shtill made my th-throat go warm. Sh-so I like mine better.” She poked her tongue out and then collapsed into a fit of giggles.
Clary had a fair idea what she’d gotten into. She walked through to the kitchen and sure enough, the bottle of wine they’d opened the night before was in a different place and looked much emptier. Little had been giggling the entire time still, but she suddenly stopped. Clary hoped that was a good sign. “Tom,” she called. “She drank the wine.”
“She’s made that fairly obvious, love,” he answered. Clary sighed; she wasn’t looking forward to having a drunken four year old on her hands. She stopped as she went back in, wrinkling her nose. Little was fast asleep in her da’s arms, a pool of vomit at his feet.
“She’s not a bad drunk,” Tom told her cheerfully. “Just a bit of giggling before she barfed the lot up and passed out.”
Clary eyed the vomit with disgust. “You’re cleaning that up then, since you think it’s not that bad. And make sure the floor is spotless.”
Tom just grinned and swung their daughter over to her. “Of course.”
Clary sighed as she settled Little on her hip. They’d have to find a higher place to store the wine.
Rating: PG
Prompt: Wine
Summary: Little Goodwin decides to try some of her parents' raspberry twilsey.
“My raspberry twilsey tastes nicer than yours.”
Tom looked up, confused, and Clary frowned. “We’ve only got the one type of raspberry twilsey.”
“No,” insisted Little. “You and Da always drink a different one. I tried a little bit and it tasted funny and made my throat go all warm. And I thought it might get better if I tried some more so I drank a whole cup but it s-still tasted funny and it shtill made my th-throat go warm. Sh-so I like mine better.” She poked her tongue out and then collapsed into a fit of giggles.
Clary had a fair idea what she’d gotten into. She walked through to the kitchen and sure enough, the bottle of wine they’d opened the night before was in a different place and looked much emptier. Little had been giggling the entire time still, but she suddenly stopped. Clary hoped that was a good sign. “Tom,” she called. “She drank the wine.”
“She’s made that fairly obvious, love,” he answered. Clary sighed; she wasn’t looking forward to having a drunken four year old on her hands. She stopped as she went back in, wrinkling her nose. Little was fast asleep in her da’s arms, a pool of vomit at his feet.
“She’s not a bad drunk,” Tom told her cheerfully. “Just a bit of giggling before she barfed the lot up and passed out.”
Clary eyed the vomit with disgust. “You’re cleaning that up then, since you think it’s not that bad. And make sure the floor is spotless.”
Tom just grinned and swung their daughter over to her. “Of course.”
Clary sighed as she settled Little on her hip. They’d have to find a higher place to store the wine.