Real life has been getting badly in the way with pico this month, but I managed to do 360 words this evening. Just some shortish light fanfic (Lord Peter Wimsey bodyswap, oh dear), but fun to do. I'm hoping to get this one finished in a couple of days, and then move back to the main fic and see if I can push it along a bit. So here is Harriet, in a bar, in Peter's body, with Peter in hers, contemplating the complicating prospects of alcohol...
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Seated in the bar, Harriet contemplated the possible effects of brandy and soda on an empty stomach and shuddered. It was all right for Peter, who had ordered coffee, but Hardy was already on his second glass and she suspected that masculine codes required her to at least drink one.
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on 2015-06-10 09:29 pm (UTC)***
Seated in the bar, Harriet contemplated the possible effects of brandy and soda on an empty stomach and shuddered. It was all right for Peter, who had ordered coffee, but Hardy was already on his second glass and she suspected that masculine codes required her to at least drink one.