Dec 08:Jeeves & Wooster Sugar Rum Cherry
Dec. 8th, 2025 09:36 pmTitle: Sugar Rum Cherry
Fandom: Jeeves & Wooster
Rating: Gen
Prompt: Day 8 Duke Ellington's Jazz Nutcracker, specifically Sugar Rum Cherry
Summary: Bertie re-discovers a festive waistcoat.
Let it never be said that Bertram Wooster was one to hold a grudge. Yes, things had been icy on the homefront when Jeeves had forbid my new, festive sparkling Sugar Rum Cherry waistcoat the house. I didn’t know what had become of the becoming garment, but I was still far from gruntled about its exile.
Over the next fortnight, ice thawed rose poco a poco, as they say. Then one day Jeeves intimated, if that’s the word I want, that a Yuletide surprise awaited the y. m. at the certain address at a certain time, and since Jeeves was about as ‘Are there no workhouses?” as someone who wasn’t christened Ebeneezer could be, I donned my second gayest apparel and went to the appointed place at the appointed time and was greeted, and treated, to a jolly surprise.
A jazz nutcracker.
And that wasn’t all.
The leader of the band was wearing none other than my waistcoat!
And after reveling in the opening numbers, I was forced to admit my beloved raiment shone to better advantage on a man dancing, prancing, and swinging sugar plums with abandon than it would’ve on me.
‘Tis the season and all that jazz.
Fandom: Jeeves & Wooster
Rating: Gen
Prompt: Day 8 Duke Ellington's Jazz Nutcracker, specifically Sugar Rum Cherry
Summary: Bertie re-discovers a festive waistcoat.
Let it never be said that Bertram Wooster was one to hold a grudge. Yes, things had been icy on the homefront when Jeeves had forbid my new, festive sparkling Sugar Rum Cherry waistcoat the house. I didn’t know what had become of the becoming garment, but I was still far from gruntled about its exile.
Over the next fortnight, ice thawed rose poco a poco, as they say. Then one day Jeeves intimated, if that’s the word I want, that a Yuletide surprise awaited the y. m. at the certain address at a certain time, and since Jeeves was about as ‘Are there no workhouses?” as someone who wasn’t christened Ebeneezer could be, I donned my second gayest apparel and went to the appointed place at the appointed time and was greeted, and treated, to a jolly surprise.
A jazz nutcracker.
And that wasn’t all.
The leader of the band was wearing none other than my waistcoat!
And after reveling in the opening numbers, I was forced to admit my beloved raiment shone to better advantage on a man dancing, prancing, and swinging sugar plums with abandon than it would’ve on me.
‘Tis the season and all that jazz.
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