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[Thrilling Adventure Hour] shake it off (Frank/Sadie)
Title: shake it off
Fandom:Thrilling Adventure Hour
Length: 432 words
Prompt: comment_fic: Thrilling Adventure Hour, Sadie Doyle/Frank Doyle, the real mystery is where the ominous music is coming from
Pairing: Frank/Sadie
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "Frank, I didn't know you played piano!" she said with surprise.
"Neither did I," her husband freely admitted. "We do not seem to have a piano," he continued after a moment's careful consideration. There really wasn't room between the matching set of drinks cabinets.
In the penthouse of the Plaza Hotel, Frank and Sadie Doyle were having another drink. Counting them seemed unnecessary. They clinked their glasses together, but otherwise enjoyed only their own company.
"My favorite kind of company," Frank said. "Only you, my dear."
Sadie laughed. "Oh, darling, I don't think you can call me company. I do live here."
"Good point," Frank said comfortably. "I concede. Should I perform some kind of forfeit?"
Sadie considered and held out her glass. Frank stood. He poured.
Sadie leaned back on their comfortable divan and heard a piano tinkle. She opened her eyes.
"Frank, I didn't know you played piano!" she said with surprise.
"Neither did I," her husband freely admitted. "We do not seem to have a piano," he continued after a moment's careful consideration. There really wasn't room between the matching set of drinks cabinets.
"But don't you hear that?" Sadie asked, and she got up from her comfortable perch and took her glass from her husband. The piano played again, but more quietly this time, as if it hadn't wanted to be noticed.
"Mm," Frank said, "that sounds like ominous music to me. It's definitely in a minor key." He pondered. "I'm sure I've heard it before..."
"Do you think it is coming from downstairs?" Sadie asked. "Oh, I knew we should have bought that apartment too. For both the privacy and the fun."
"But then we'd want the apartment underneath," Frank pointed out. "It could be a neverending cycle! Until we reached the basement, anyway."
"I've heard molemen are terrible company," Sadie agreed. She put her hands on her hips. The piano plinked. She glared in several different directions, but that didn't help. The piano player was rather rude to keep playing at them like this.
"Do go away," Frank said to the unseen piano player, rather reasonably he thought. "We're very busy and uninterested."
"Or play something good," Sadie said, sighing and sinking back down onto the divan. "Something with a good beat!"
"That might be difficult without a drummer," Frank said, and that is when the drumroll started. They looked at each other. The unseen music segued into something jazzy, with soft cymbal.
"Jazz," Sadie spat with disgust. "Frank, really, something must be done."
"You're right," Frank said. He went into their bedroom and soon returned with a smile on his face.
"Earplugs!" he told her, handing her a pair, and they slipped them into their ears, breathing a sigh of relief that neither heard. So it was rather more quiet, for a little while, until the ghost arrived, anyway.
Fandom:Thrilling Adventure Hour
Length: 432 words
Prompt: comment_fic: Thrilling Adventure Hour, Sadie Doyle/Frank Doyle, the real mystery is where the ominous music is coming from
Pairing: Frank/Sadie
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "Frank, I didn't know you played piano!" she said with surprise.
"Neither did I," her husband freely admitted. "We do not seem to have a piano," he continued after a moment's careful consideration. There really wasn't room between the matching set of drinks cabinets.
In the penthouse of the Plaza Hotel, Frank and Sadie Doyle were having another drink. Counting them seemed unnecessary. They clinked their glasses together, but otherwise enjoyed only their own company.
"My favorite kind of company," Frank said. "Only you, my dear."
Sadie laughed. "Oh, darling, I don't think you can call me company. I do live here."
"Good point," Frank said comfortably. "I concede. Should I perform some kind of forfeit?"
Sadie considered and held out her glass. Frank stood. He poured.
Sadie leaned back on their comfortable divan and heard a piano tinkle. She opened her eyes.
"Frank, I didn't know you played piano!" she said with surprise.
"Neither did I," her husband freely admitted. "We do not seem to have a piano," he continued after a moment's careful consideration. There really wasn't room between the matching set of drinks cabinets.
"But don't you hear that?" Sadie asked, and she got up from her comfortable perch and took her glass from her husband. The piano played again, but more quietly this time, as if it hadn't wanted to be noticed.
"Mm," Frank said, "that sounds like ominous music to me. It's definitely in a minor key." He pondered. "I'm sure I've heard it before..."
"Do you think it is coming from downstairs?" Sadie asked. "Oh, I knew we should have bought that apartment too. For both the privacy and the fun."
"But then we'd want the apartment underneath," Frank pointed out. "It could be a neverending cycle! Until we reached the basement, anyway."
"I've heard molemen are terrible company," Sadie agreed. She put her hands on her hips. The piano plinked. She glared in several different directions, but that didn't help. The piano player was rather rude to keep playing at them like this.
"Do go away," Frank said to the unseen piano player, rather reasonably he thought. "We're very busy and uninterested."
"Or play something good," Sadie said, sighing and sinking back down onto the divan. "Something with a good beat!"
"That might be difficult without a drummer," Frank said, and that is when the drumroll started. They looked at each other. The unseen music segued into something jazzy, with soft cymbal.
"Jazz," Sadie spat with disgust. "Frank, really, something must be done."
"You're right," Frank said. He went into their bedroom and soon returned with a smile on his face.
"Earplugs!" he told her, handing her a pair, and they slipped them into their ears, breathing a sigh of relief that neither heard. So it was rather more quiet, for a little while, until the ghost arrived, anyway.