You Can Never Have Too Much Scotch
by: HopelessForHim - Kristina (Kris)

A Note From Meredith: This is a poem that my friend wrote in Charles Frohman's POV. This is indeed slash. I take no credit for this wonderful poem. As much as I hate slash being posted in the FN category, this must be put here - it is beyond my control - my mocking interest for James/Charles compels me to do this, and Kris is my friend, and she has no penname. This is based on a picture I found and showed to her. I thought it was quite humorous, and we'd been thinking about writing something James/Charles just to mock it out and have fun. The address to the picture is at the bottom. SO - read, and review, please!

A Note From The Author: So I'm expecting strange looks from everyone who reads this, so here's a bit of background information about it: MJ and I love Charles Frohman (her more, though) and we've started shipping James/Charles as sort of a joke, so enjoy! Read and review Meredith's story, The Playwright, or All Things Bittersweet and Imaginary (its sequel) you won't regret it! She is a very talented author!
- Kristina

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I looked at him that night,
kneeling beside my chair
fumbling with an object
laying in his hands
then I heard those words,
"will you marry me?"
I must have had too much scotch,
more than ever.
It's been kept private inside doors,
Do you really want this public, James?
I saw his Scottish gleam in his eyes,
I knew he was the one.
After my reply,
I don't remember a thing,
How much scotch did we have that night?

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From Meredith: Yes, this is how we spend our Saturdays...Again, this is all Kris's, and not mine. I'm only doing a favor. Review!