Characters;
Arthur 'England' Kirkland (the lawyer)
Alfred F. 'America' Jones (the American)
Pairings; N/A
Summary; It's a long flight from London to New York. An American wants to sleep, but a lawyer wants to play a game.
Arthur shoves his briefcase into the overhead luggage, and looks down at the seat he's been assigned. Leant on the window is a young blond man, half asleep.
The blond wakes fully as Arthur slumps down. "Wha…"
"Good morning!" Arthur greets noisily. The blond winces, holding his head.
"Yeah, morning," the blond mumbles. He's American, decked out in a superhero shirt. He takes his glasses off, rubbing his eyes.
"Are you alright, lad?"
"Yeah, just didn't sleep last night."
"That was a silly thing to do," Arthur says, "Are you heading home?"
"Yeah, at last."
"I'm headed for work. New job at a New York law firm."
"That's real neato, buddy."
"Long flight, though."
"It's definitely gonna be."
"Would you like to play a game?"
"What?" the American frowns, "No thanks, I'm tired."
"C'mon, it'll be fun."
The American ignores him, turning back to window and making himself comfortable.
"I ask you a question, and if you don't know the answer, you pay me five dollars, and vice versa," Arthur says.
"No thanks, buddy."
Arthur pulls a face. How rude. "Okay, if you don't know the answer you pay me five dollars, and if I don't know the answer, I will pay you five hundred dollars."
This catches the American's attention and, figuring there will be no end to this torment unless he plays, agrees to the game.
"What's the distance from the earth to the moon?" Arthur asks, smirking like an arsehole.
The American doesn't say a word, reaches into his wallet, pulls out a five dollar bill and hands it to the lawyer.
"Okay" says Arthur, "your turn."
The American asks the lawyer, "What goes up a hill with three legs and comes down with four legs?"
Arthur, puzzled, takes out his mobile and searches all his references, but finds no answer. He searches the net and the library of congress, but finds no answer. Frustrated, he sends messages to all his friends and coworkers, but finds no answer. Meanwhile, the American is fast asleep.
An hour from New York, Arthur wakes the American, and hands him five hundred dollars.
The American says, "Thank you," and turns back to get some more sleep.
Arthur, more than a little miffed, wakes the American and asks, "Well, what's the answer?"
Without a word, the American reaches into his wallet, hands the lawyer five dollars, and goes back to sleep.
Based on one of my favourite jokes "The Blonde and the Lawyer"
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-Laurel Silver