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
OoOoO
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?
OoOoO
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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!
