The Start of the Joke
I don't own any of the things that TP has come up with. If I did then I would be richer and it would be worth it to sue me.
AN: thanks for all the reviews up to 35 now. I'm well chuffed. I'm aiming for 50 this time. (Looks doubtful). Due to popular demand I've been ordered to keep this to an A/J fic.
Alanna and Jon are in his main sitting at the table there laughing hysterically. On the table there are six knocked over bottles on the table and one standing up.
"Did he really do that?" Alanna asked in between laughs.
"Yep, you should of seen Aunt Mairi. She has never been that angry with Gary and me before. The two of us ended up having to help muck out the stables for the rest of the summer," he said laughing. "We smelt of manure the whole summer."
"We have to get up early in the morning we better get to bed. We are so going to be ill tomorrow," Alanna said still giggling.
"Come on. One more drink won't make much difference now, will it?" he asked pouring himself and Alanna each another drink out of the standing bottle finishing it off.
"Alright, alright. After this we go to bed. Think how much trouble we'll get in when we turn up at the council meeting with a hang over," she said quickly drowning her glass. Jon laughed and did the same.
"Are you coming?" she said smiling suggestively. He smiled back at her. Alanna got up and fell onto the ground. Jon put out his arm to stop her from falling and fell of his chair himself.
Jon fell on top of her. "Ouch," she said and hit him on the arm. Jon started laughing, Alanna grinned and started laughing with him.
"You lost the bet," he said softly.
"How?" she asked.
"You fell over first, and I only fell over to stop you," he said.
"That doesn't mean I can't handle my drink."
"It does because you fell over because you stood up. So you know have to do something," he told her smugly.
"What?" she asked curiously and warily.
"You have to go to the next ball with no complaints," he asked smiling since she couldn't see his face the way they were on the floor.
"Fine," she said. If she were sober or just a lot more sober than she was now she would have been suspicious of what he said.
"Wearing a dress, face paint and all. That means dancing and everything. No flirting though!" he told her sternly at the end.
"What!" she exclaimed.
"I knew you'd like that one. The conditions are that you have to get someone to dance with you for every dance in that hour and I get the first and last dance. If you can do that then I'll get you a present and it's a bet so you have to do it. You can't tell Gary or Raoul any of this I want to see their faces."
When Alanna didn't say anything he looked at her face and saw she was asleep. He put his head back onto the rug and closed his eyes.
The next thing that he was aware of was a splitting headache, the desire to be sick, being cold and someone was shaking him making the head even worse.
"What?" he mumbled groggily.
"I can't get up, you're on my legs and we are due in the council meeting in fifteen minutes," Alanna replied, her voice equally groggy. Jon moved over slightly so she could get up. Neither of them moved.
"Ok, ok. If you get clothes out I'll make a draught. That should take ten minutes fully with leaving it on the fire. You should be able to get us clean cloths out in between us being sick. We won't be able to wash much though. I think I'm going to be sick," she said quietly before getting up and running to the privy.
"Don't get up so fast," he mumbled before getting up and joining her being sick in the privy.
Jon walked through the door first into the council room with Alanna behind him. Jon squinted at the bright light in the room from the window. Alanna did the same when she came in.
"Sorry, we're late," Jon, told the room. Alanna and Jon both bowed to the King. King Roald glared at his son and his squire. It was clear to every one in the room that both of them had very bad hangovers.
Over an hour later
Alanna kicked Jonathan in the shin. He woke up with a start. He sat up properly in his chair; he had slipped down in it as he slept. He wiped his mouth and looked around him nervously hoping that no one else had noticed. He was wrong. Everyone in the room was looking at him. Most were trying to hide their smiles.
"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" he asked politely. Alanna made a sound that sounded like a contained laugh. Jon glared at her but she had turned her head.
At the end of the meeting
"Jonathan wait behind," King Roald told him after he had adjourned the meeting.
"Yes, father," Jon said then bowed. He turned to Alanna and made a face. Alanna made up to leave with everybody else.
"Alan, you may stay," the King told her. She bowed to him and sat back down.
Roald waited until everybody else had left. "Jonathan you and your squire both turned up at a council meeting drunk," he said irritated. Alanna blushed and looked down.
"We weren't drunk," he told his father calmly. Roald raised his eyebrows. "We didn't turn up drunk. We might have been earlier on but we aren't drunk," Jonathan carried on.
Later that day
"I here you two have very big hangovers?" Gary asked grinning wickedly.
"Stop speaking so loudly," Alanna told him sitting down on the stand overlooking the practise courts. She put her head in one hand. Jon came and lay down on the bench next to her.
"You not been taking the hang over cure today?" Raoul asked.
"No, we have. We've been taking it all morning. We drunk between us seven bottles of Courtla," Jon stated. Raoul and Gary winced in sympathy. Courtla was a cross between vodka and cider. But was stronger than wine but not quite as strong as a spirit.
"Just think you've still got afternoon lessons left," Gary said smiling.
"Do I don't I have to accompany my lord prince down to the city on an errand," she said mock seriously.
"We've decided to go and hide down at the Dove. Want to come with us?" Jon asked.
It's too long to put in one fic so the next part of this will be up very soon.
I don't own any of the things that TP has come up with. If I did then I would be richer and it would be worth it to sue me.
AN: thanks for all the reviews up to 35 now. I'm well chuffed. I'm aiming for 50 this time. (Looks doubtful). Due to popular demand I've been ordered to keep this to an A/J fic.
Alanna and Jon are in his main sitting at the table there laughing hysterically. On the table there are six knocked over bottles on the table and one standing up.
"Did he really do that?" Alanna asked in between laughs.
"Yep, you should of seen Aunt Mairi. She has never been that angry with Gary and me before. The two of us ended up having to help muck out the stables for the rest of the summer," he said laughing. "We smelt of manure the whole summer."
"We have to get up early in the morning we better get to bed. We are so going to be ill tomorrow," Alanna said still giggling.
"Come on. One more drink won't make much difference now, will it?" he asked pouring himself and Alanna each another drink out of the standing bottle finishing it off.
"Alright, alright. After this we go to bed. Think how much trouble we'll get in when we turn up at the council meeting with a hang over," she said quickly drowning her glass. Jon laughed and did the same.
"Are you coming?" she said smiling suggestively. He smiled back at her. Alanna got up and fell onto the ground. Jon put out his arm to stop her from falling and fell of his chair himself.
Jon fell on top of her. "Ouch," she said and hit him on the arm. Jon started laughing, Alanna grinned and started laughing with him.
"You lost the bet," he said softly.
"How?" she asked.
"You fell over first, and I only fell over to stop you," he said.
"That doesn't mean I can't handle my drink."
"It does because you fell over because you stood up. So you know have to do something," he told her smugly.
"What?" she asked curiously and warily.
"You have to go to the next ball with no complaints," he asked smiling since she couldn't see his face the way they were on the floor.
"Fine," she said. If she were sober or just a lot more sober than she was now she would have been suspicious of what he said.
"Wearing a dress, face paint and all. That means dancing and everything. No flirting though!" he told her sternly at the end.
"What!" she exclaimed.
"I knew you'd like that one. The conditions are that you have to get someone to dance with you for every dance in that hour and I get the first and last dance. If you can do that then I'll get you a present and it's a bet so you have to do it. You can't tell Gary or Raoul any of this I want to see their faces."
When Alanna didn't say anything he looked at her face and saw she was asleep. He put his head back onto the rug and closed his eyes.
The next thing that he was aware of was a splitting headache, the desire to be sick, being cold and someone was shaking him making the head even worse.
"What?" he mumbled groggily.
"I can't get up, you're on my legs and we are due in the council meeting in fifteen minutes," Alanna replied, her voice equally groggy. Jon moved over slightly so she could get up. Neither of them moved.
"Ok, ok. If you get clothes out I'll make a draught. That should take ten minutes fully with leaving it on the fire. You should be able to get us clean cloths out in between us being sick. We won't be able to wash much though. I think I'm going to be sick," she said quietly before getting up and running to the privy.
"Don't get up so fast," he mumbled before getting up and joining her being sick in the privy.
Jon walked through the door first into the council room with Alanna behind him. Jon squinted at the bright light in the room from the window. Alanna did the same when she came in.
"Sorry, we're late," Jon, told the room. Alanna and Jon both bowed to the King. King Roald glared at his son and his squire. It was clear to every one in the room that both of them had very bad hangovers.
Over an hour later
Alanna kicked Jonathan in the shin. He woke up with a start. He sat up properly in his chair; he had slipped down in it as he slept. He wiped his mouth and looked around him nervously hoping that no one else had noticed. He was wrong. Everyone in the room was looking at him. Most were trying to hide their smiles.
"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" he asked politely. Alanna made a sound that sounded like a contained laugh. Jon glared at her but she had turned her head.
At the end of the meeting
"Jonathan wait behind," King Roald told him after he had adjourned the meeting.
"Yes, father," Jon said then bowed. He turned to Alanna and made a face. Alanna made up to leave with everybody else.
"Alan, you may stay," the King told her. She bowed to him and sat back down.
Roald waited until everybody else had left. "Jonathan you and your squire both turned up at a council meeting drunk," he said irritated. Alanna blushed and looked down.
"We weren't drunk," he told his father calmly. Roald raised his eyebrows. "We didn't turn up drunk. We might have been earlier on but we aren't drunk," Jonathan carried on.
Later that day
"I here you two have very big hangovers?" Gary asked grinning wickedly.
"Stop speaking so loudly," Alanna told him sitting down on the stand overlooking the practise courts. She put her head in one hand. Jon came and lay down on the bench next to her.
"You not been taking the hang over cure today?" Raoul asked.
"No, we have. We've been taking it all morning. We drunk between us seven bottles of Courtla," Jon stated. Raoul and Gary winced in sympathy. Courtla was a cross between vodka and cider. But was stronger than wine but not quite as strong as a spirit.
"Just think you've still got afternoon lessons left," Gary said smiling.
"Do I don't I have to accompany my lord prince down to the city on an errand," she said mock seriously.
"We've decided to go and hide down at the Dove. Want to come with us?" Jon asked.
It's too long to put in one fic so the next part of this will be up very soon.