Hannah's Drabble Challenge
The Sam_n_Josh Yahoo Group
One obscure word in the English language's past resurrected for the purposes of slashing Sam and Josh.
Cluttery
Of the weather; rainy, inclined to be stormy. Of
rain; heavy, pelting.
The sky was stained a maudlin grey, tumultuous waves of clouds as far as the eye could see. And oh how it wept, soaking through thin summer shirts in the time it took to open an umbrella.
Josh was already inside grumbling when he noticed Sam hadn't followed him. He was on the front step, water coursing through his Armani suit, but an absurdly blissful smile graced his lips.
"Sam! What are you doing?"
Suddenly Josh was in the rain, soaking wet and being kissed by a delightfully drenched Sam.
"Getting caught in the rain," he whispered with a grin.
Hunch-weather
cold weather which makes men hunch up their
shoulders.
Not a bad day really.
Sunshine attempted to penetrate the blanket of cloud, struggling to warm the concrete castle that was Washington DC in May. The wind had objections, however - objections that, were the wind a Republican Senator, would've been filed in triplicate and causing a filibuster by now.
But, still, the weather wasn't bad, wasn't anything too extraordinary for a slightly confused Spring.
Unless you were Sam Seaborn and you were locked out without your coat. And your cell.
At 10.35pm precisely, Josh Lyman sauntered up the path, took one look at his hunched-over lover and smirked.
Sam glared.
Swillking
Drunken. Said of a
man who drinks till the liquor can be
heard swillking about in his stomach.
Brooding was bad. Brooding in your dark apartment with an empty whiskey tumbler was infinitely worse, but really, did he care?
He grimaced into his glass as he pressed the handkerchief closer to his lip, which refused to stop bleeding. A thousand lies swirled through his head, but the truth thrummed like his pulse against the stained cloth.
//I drifted out of a gay bar at midnight. Someone had objections. There are pictures. I'm never leaving the apartment again.//
Huddled over the glass, he blinked away his tears of frustration and grabbed at the phone.
"Josh," Sam whispered
brokenly. "Help."