Another story... another disclaimer.
However much I would love to have a drink with Mister O'Connell and Mister Carnahan I am afraid I cannot, as they do not belong to me. However much I would like to discuss Egyptological theory with Evelyn I cannot, as she doesn't belong to me either. But, Connie, Doctor Smith and Stuart do. So, be polite and ask before borrowing!
In this fic Alex O'Connell isn't born yet. That's why there isn't any my dad's gonna kick your arse-ness! hehe
Right-o chaps! I decided to write this fic ages ago. Just something that amused me, so I thought I'd post it.
Jonathan and his drinking habits are by far nobodies idea alone. So nope, not copying and yes I claim total ownership of this particular idea. (That just totally contradicted myself, but hey Joe, what do ya know!)
Chapter One: A healthy shot of Glen Fiddich
Jonathan sat at the bar. It had been his sixth shot, and he was feeling a tad bit merry, to be polite. He smiled at the bar tender and ordered another.
"Another healthy shot of Glen Fiddich please old boy." He downed the shot, and began to make his way back to O'Connell manor.
He staggered into the living room, as it had been like the same as many other nights.
"Jonathan do you know what time it is?" asked Evelyn shrilly from the couch, her head in a good book.
"No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me old girl."
"It has gone midnight! I know that you are a grown man, though you hardly act it, but this is getting ridiculous!"
"Oh Evy-" began Jonathan whining.
"No! For the past three nights I have had to sit up and wait for you to come in. You go out early, with empty promises of being back for ten o'clock, yet you always wander in after midnight!"
"I am a grown man Evelyn! Whats a few drinks between friends eh?"
"I know for a fact that it isn't just a few drinks between friends."
"Where's O'Connell?" slurred Jonathan grinning.
"He's in the kitchen. I suggest you go to bed now Jonathan Carnahan. I don't fancy cleaning up your vomit first thing in the morning." stated Evy shrilly.
"Yeah." Cut in Rick, coming out of the kitchen two drinks in his hands. "Try to keep your liqour Jon."
"Shut the bloody hell up you two! Why wait up for me and then moan baby sister?" he asked, laughing as he fell into a seat.
"Because I care." answered Evelyn quietly, taking the drink from Rick and shaking her head. "Though I don't know why I bother."
Jonathan grinned proudly, and jumped up from his seat. He bade the couple goodnight and stumbled up the stairs to his room in the east wing.
He took off his fathers watch, his ring and his clothes and slipped into bed. Sighing, he pulled a hip flask from his draw and took a sip saying to the invisible Evelyn-
"It's just a night-cap old girl!"
*would you like more? Then read and review!*
*NOTE: In no way connected to Nakhti's Cairo Nights story, or any other Jonathan based fics. Only similarities is that Jon is the main Character. I presume that this idea hasn't been used before, if not, the whole Jonathans beloved drink killing or nearly killing him plot is all mine!*
However much I would love to have a drink with Mister O'Connell and Mister Carnahan I am afraid I cannot, as they do not belong to me. However much I would like to discuss Egyptological theory with Evelyn I cannot, as she doesn't belong to me either. But, Connie, Doctor Smith and Stuart do. So, be polite and ask before borrowing!
In this fic Alex O'Connell isn't born yet. That's why there isn't any my dad's gonna kick your arse-ness! hehe
Right-o chaps! I decided to write this fic ages ago. Just something that amused me, so I thought I'd post it.
Jonathan and his drinking habits are by far nobodies idea alone. So nope, not copying and yes I claim total ownership of this particular idea. (That just totally contradicted myself, but hey Joe, what do ya know!)
Chapter One: A healthy shot of Glen Fiddich
Jonathan sat at the bar. It had been his sixth shot, and he was feeling a tad bit merry, to be polite. He smiled at the bar tender and ordered another.
"Another healthy shot of Glen Fiddich please old boy." He downed the shot, and began to make his way back to O'Connell manor.
He staggered into the living room, as it had been like the same as many other nights.
"Jonathan do you know what time it is?" asked Evelyn shrilly from the couch, her head in a good book.
"No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me old girl."
"It has gone midnight! I know that you are a grown man, though you hardly act it, but this is getting ridiculous!"
"Oh Evy-" began Jonathan whining.
"No! For the past three nights I have had to sit up and wait for you to come in. You go out early, with empty promises of being back for ten o'clock, yet you always wander in after midnight!"
"I am a grown man Evelyn! Whats a few drinks between friends eh?"
"I know for a fact that it isn't just a few drinks between friends."
"Where's O'Connell?" slurred Jonathan grinning.
"He's in the kitchen. I suggest you go to bed now Jonathan Carnahan. I don't fancy cleaning up your vomit first thing in the morning." stated Evy shrilly.
"Yeah." Cut in Rick, coming out of the kitchen two drinks in his hands. "Try to keep your liqour Jon."
"Shut the bloody hell up you two! Why wait up for me and then moan baby sister?" he asked, laughing as he fell into a seat.
"Because I care." answered Evelyn quietly, taking the drink from Rick and shaking her head. "Though I don't know why I bother."
Jonathan grinned proudly, and jumped up from his seat. He bade the couple goodnight and stumbled up the stairs to his room in the east wing.
He took off his fathers watch, his ring and his clothes and slipped into bed. Sighing, he pulled a hip flask from his draw and took a sip saying to the invisible Evelyn-
"It's just a night-cap old girl!"
*would you like more? Then read and review!*
*NOTE: In no way connected to Nakhti's Cairo Nights story, or any other Jonathan based fics. Only similarities is that Jon is the main Character. I presume that this idea hasn't been used before, if not, the whole Jonathans beloved drink killing or nearly killing him plot is all mine!*