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Fic: Shindig

Title: Shindig
Characters: Hughes, Armstrong, Brosch
Rating: G
Word Count: 551
Summary: How is this all getting so out of hand?
Notes: Written for seta_suzume.

The whole thing started out as Gracia's idea. So, technically speaking, it could be considered Gracia's fault, but Hughes has already decided he'd rather blame someone who isn't his fragrant wife. Just a New Year's drinks thing for the department, Gracia suggested. She was quite right to point out that he works them all pretty hard, and also that Roy always throws a memorable New Year's party for his officers, and also that this will earn him enough goodwill to continue working them all into the ground for the next six months at least. Hughes suspects that this line of thinking may also have lain behind Roy's staff New Year's parties.

Hughes is a great believer in building team spirit by roping other people in to do the dull parts of a task for you. So he schedules a meeting during lunch break of volunteers to organise the festivities. Perhaps Friday lunchtime wasn't the best time he could have chosen, though, because when he walks into the room at 1300, he finds only Sergeant Brosch, Major Armstrong, and a plate of sandwiches piled as high as Brosch's shoulder.

"Ah, excellent," says Hughes, and bags a couple of BLTs from the top of the pile. "Thanks for bringing us all lunch, Major, that was very thoughtful." Armstrong's embarrassed harrumph gives Hughes an inkling that this may actually have just been Armstrong's lunch - but there's no need to embarrass the man further, so Hughes sits himself down at the table and takes a big bite.

"So," says Hughes, "ideas?"

"A brass band would be just the thing to start things off!" says Armstrong. Brosch raises his eyebrows and blinks. People tend to do that a lot around Armstrong. "It will lift everyone's spirits and prepare them to celebrate the birth of the new year!"

"And pizzas," says Brosch. Armstrong looks at him in confusion. "We could, uh, get some pizzas, sir. So there'd be pizzas."

"We should have the usual choral recitation, of course," adds Armstrong.

Brosch mouths "choral recitation", frowning as if he's trying to work out what one of those is.

"Singing together raises morale! It gives one a sense of brotherhood! I will take charge of finding a suitable programme. One of the shorter oratorios, perhaps -"

"Maybe," Hughes interjects, "we could just have a chorus or two of the national anthem at some point in the evening. We're not all of us singers, and -"

"I myself have some experience with the conductor's baton. And games, sir!"

"Pin the tail on the donkey?" Hughes tries. How is this all getting so out of hand?

"Athletic competitions," Armstrong corrects him, with an air of dignity. "For instance, the shotput. A noble and ancient sport which finds its origins -"

"In the office?" asks Hughes, with strong hopes that he can set some limits to the madness. "I'm afraid we'd probably break some windows, and maybe heads, that wouldn't do -"

"Sir, I will be delighted to take charge of securing the parade ground for the purpose. I will use the techniques of artistic alchemy passed down the Armstrong family for generations to mark out the pitches for the various sports."

"Couldn't we just draw little lines with chalk, sir?" asks Brosch.

"No," says Armstrong. Brosch blinks again. "It will be splendid." says Armstrong.

"Splendid," echoes Hughes, a bit weakly.


( 18 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 6th, 2011 10:41 pm (UTC)
See, the problem here is my men are a bit more sane than Armstrong and you, buddy - Roy.

This is so very very funny. Poor Maes
May. 6th, 2011 10:47 pm (UTC)
Really? Then how come your last New Year's Eve party ended up with a toilet exploding? - Maes

For some reason I find Armstrong really difficult to write, but when I actually sat down and made myself, this just popped out.
May. 7th, 2011 01:48 am (UTC)
There's a very good explanation for that. I have Havoc on my team - Roy

I find him difficult too. It's too easy to make h im a silly caricature
May. 7th, 2011 07:03 am (UTC)
Well, yes. *points to this fic* Silly Armstrong is apparently relatively easy, but I had a horrible time writing serious Armstrong in my Big Bang.
May. 7th, 2011 04:15 pm (UTC)
I can write serious Armstrong but it's the silly one I have trouble with. I ahve yet to start your big bang.
May. 6th, 2011 10:42 pm (UTC)
Oh Hughes. You should have known this would happen. Oddly enough, I think I'd enjoy an Armstrong party... XD
May. 6th, 2011 10:49 pm (UTC)
I'm not sure I'm with you there. I hope they all at least get pizza?
May. 6th, 2011 10:52 pm (UTC)
Oh, come on. I bet there are duels to the death at Armstrong parties! Or at the very least, awesome beer.

No - awesome beer AND duels to the death! *would be thrilled*
May. 6th, 2011 10:59 pm (UTC)
I duel to the death better after a couple of beers, honest. XD
May. 7th, 2011 12:32 am (UTC)
Hahaha, oh lord. Poor Maes.
May. 7th, 2011 06:53 am (UTC)
I know! Working with Armstrong must be tough sometimes.
May. 7th, 2011 01:54 am (UTC)
XD This will be a memorable affair (unless they all get so trashed so as to not remember).
May. 7th, 2011 06:55 am (UTC)
I think the two main coping strategies would be "hitting the bottle" and "leaving as soon as you can, pretending to have a stomach ache". Armstrong will doubtless be confused to find that half his choir is blind drunk and the other half keep edging towards the door.
May. 7th, 2011 09:20 pm (UTC)
I completely lost it right around "shotput".
May. 8th, 2011 12:27 pm (UTC)
May. 8th, 2011 11:25 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

This is hysterical (the shotput? at a party?!)! I feel sorry for Hughes and Brosch though. XD
May. 9th, 2011 07:06 am (UTC)
So glad you enjoyed! Thanks for the translations again!

I feel sorry for them too. Armstrong is a sweetheart but sometimes it must be tough working with him.
May. 29th, 2011 11:36 pm (UTC)
Ohhh Armstrong, you just comandered Maes' idea and turned it into a disaster in the making. At some point, Brosch may want to hide under the table.
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