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[bloodyrockgod]

There are some kinds of happiness that can only be expressed through alliteration.

So.

Bouncy bassist back from Blighty, banging Bach onna baby grand.

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[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard makes a strangled noise and knocks back the last of his Scotch rather too fast. He takes a moment to catch his breath.

"Well....it's getting a bit late. Best head for home soon. Can you make it upstairs all right, Charlie?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Upstairs," he says, nodding. "The lying-down place. Great ceilings." He totters to his feet.

[from-topside.livejournal.com]

"Could say the same for the flat," he answers with a wide grin. Then he looks to Richard, innocent as the day is long.

"Heading home are we?"

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"Aye. Think I need to show you the ceiling in my room."

He pats Charlie's back and looks around for Darien. They'd both had a bit much, and it wouldn't do for him to have a mishap on the steps.

[bloodyrockgod]

Pah. He can climb those stairs. Soon as he gets there. Any day now. "'Oh Jean, oh Jean, you let me get lucky with you . . .'"

[from-topside.livejournal.com]

Gary looks at Charlie til he's out of sight and then at Richard.

"Trouble with the ceiling, mate?"

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"Aye, got a crack in it as big as your thumb. You should come inspect it."

He grabs Gary's ass and then breezes out the door and into their flat.