Fraser stepped out of the bath as he wrapped the almost too small towel
around his midsection. Placing the Stetson on his head, he took a calming
breath before opening the door a crack and peering out. Breathing a sigh of
relief, the Mountie moved as quietly as an Inuit tracking a caribou into the
hallway.
Wet footsteps are all he left behind as he made his way to the door of his
apartment in record time. He wasn't exactly sure when getting a bath became
so difficult. Did every female in the building have to take a bath at 5am
like him? Pushing against the door, he frowned when it wouldn't open
immediately.
Hearing a noise, he spun around to see an empty hallway. Knowing he was
letting his imagination get the better of him, Fraser mentally chastised
himself and tried the door again.
"Dief" he whispered, hoping not to disturb his neighbors, "Dief, open
the door."
Thinking of knocking on Mr. Mustafi's door, a glance of his watch
told him this wasn't an option. The older man was still angry with
him for Dief's early morning sonnet last week.
Knowing he had only one choice, he glanced out the window at the end
of the hall. It would be daylight soon, and if he was going to do this, it
had to be now.
It amazed him how breezy it could be early in the morning, but as he
scanned the area below, he was relieved that he didn't see any of his
neighbors about.
The rickety old metal structure creaked under his weight and he was
relieved to see his window up ahead. Funny, he thought, he could have
sworn he left it open for Dief. Luckily, it was unlocked and, as he
slid it open, he was puzzled to see the door to his apartment wide
open.
Before he could ask Dief about it, or about the fact that he was
laying in front of a bowl of pasta, a loud click from below caught
his ears. The gasps, then applause, made his heart stop as he pressed
against the building, realizing no matter how tightly he held the
towel, he couldn't hide his assets.
Diving headfirst into the window, the floor never felt so good as he
scampered to close the window. He was in time to see the pristine white
towel float to the ground as
the crowd jumped at it like gold.
His head whipped about when he heard giggling coming from the hallway.
Looking up, he was just in time to see two women from the fifth floor run away.
Grabbing his bedroll, Ben scrambled to hide his assets as he closed
the door and wedged a chair under the knob.
Glaring at Dief, the lupine whined and slunk under the bed.
"Don't think you're getting out of this so easily" Fraser warned. "From
now on, you're getting a bath too."
The end. Silly, stupid, but written just for fun :)
around his midsection. Placing the Stetson on his head, he took a calming
breath before opening the door a crack and peering out. Breathing a sigh of
relief, the Mountie moved as quietly as an Inuit tracking a caribou into the
hallway.
Wet footsteps are all he left behind as he made his way to the door of his
apartment in record time. He wasn't exactly sure when getting a bath became
so difficult. Did every female in the building have to take a bath at 5am
like him? Pushing against the door, he frowned when it wouldn't open
immediately.
Hearing a noise, he spun around to see an empty hallway. Knowing he was
letting his imagination get the better of him, Fraser mentally chastised
himself and tried the door again.
"Dief" he whispered, hoping not to disturb his neighbors, "Dief, open
the door."
Thinking of knocking on Mr. Mustafi's door, a glance of his watch
told him this wasn't an option. The older man was still angry with
him for Dief's early morning sonnet last week.
Knowing he had only one choice, he glanced out the window at the end
of the hall. It would be daylight soon, and if he was going to do this, it
had to be now.
It amazed him how breezy it could be early in the morning, but as he
scanned the area below, he was relieved that he didn't see any of his
neighbors about.
The rickety old metal structure creaked under his weight and he was
relieved to see his window up ahead. Funny, he thought, he could have
sworn he left it open for Dief. Luckily, it was unlocked and, as he
slid it open, he was puzzled to see the door to his apartment wide
open.
Before he could ask Dief about it, or about the fact that he was
laying in front of a bowl of pasta, a loud click from below caught
his ears. The gasps, then applause, made his heart stop as he pressed
against the building, realizing no matter how tightly he held the
towel, he couldn't hide his assets.
Diving headfirst into the window, the floor never felt so good as he
scampered to close the window. He was in time to see the pristine white
towel float to the ground as
the crowd jumped at it like gold.
His head whipped about when he heard giggling coming from the hallway.
Looking up, he was just in time to see two women from the fifth floor run away.
Grabbing his bedroll, Ben scrambled to hide his assets as he closed
the door and wedged a chair under the knob.
Glaring at Dief, the lupine whined and slunk under the bed.
"Don't think you're getting out of this so easily" Fraser warned. "From
now on, you're getting a bath too."
The end. Silly, stupid, but written just for fun :)