Shenanigans in Agar Hall – Part III

Continued…

The Main Event was underway.

Despite having had a distinguished career in the British Army, Tommy had long harboured a secret ambition to be a glamorous croupier and tonight was his night.

A few of Rabbie’s “wee drams” and all inhibition was lost as he took bets, handled the stake monies, span the roulette wheel and cracked jokes like a pro. He was on fire!

And his audience couldn’t have been more appreciative.

There was much whooping and whooing as the wheel span, and shouts of jubilation and dismay as it came slowly to a stop – red or black……??? Hopes were raised, hopes were dashed, whiskey was downed and even more whiskey was downed.

Bert in particular hit the bottle with with fervour. His encounter with Esther the cook earlier that day had left him shaken. But as the evening wore on, his whiskey-addled mind began to wonder if she’d actually been as offended as she’d made out… maybe she was just playing hard-to-get…. [Let’s hope, for everyone’s sake, that that silly idea has left his head by morning…]

One of the few things Cedric was to recall of the evening in days to come, was the pride (and no small amount of pain) that he felt when Rabbie playfully boxed his ears as he drunkenly lauded him for suggesting The Event, “Cedrish ma wee pal, thish is tha besht idea ivver!” he’d declared.

But all good things must come to an end and, as the sun began to rise and the dawn chorus started up, the carousers finally drank themselves to a halt.

And, not a full three hours later, Joyce, feeling fully refreshed and ready for anything after her splendid early night, breezed into the music room of Agar Hall.

The room was quite literally littered with men!

Was that Tommy asleep on top of the piano???

And why were there grandpas strewn everywhere???

And wait. No. Ophelia….??? No, that just couldn’t be right!

Joyce decided she’d better pop back to bed. Perhaps she wasn’t feeling quite as refreshed and ready for anything as she’d imagined….

THE END

 

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16 thoughts on “Shenanigans in Agar Hall – Part III

  1. And a good time was had by all, by the look of it and the dogs flat out as well, strong stuff. Thanks Zoe, that couch is lovely.

    1. Thank you, Jan! There will be some sore heads and glum faces around in Grecondale now, that’s for sure. LOL

  2. I am a newcomer to Grecondale and this has certainly brought a smile to my face! Thank you so much for bringing some light relief into my life!

  3. Phew! So Greconville isn’t the most decadent Grecon settlement, in fact they are most modest in their decadence compared with the Sodom and Tomorrow of Grecondale. Time for the Queen to stop toying with her boys and pop our for Good Chastisement Speech.

    1. As patron of Agar Hall, let alone as Queen, I’m sure she’d be horrified to find out what’s been going on. That said, the last time she and Rabbie met, they bonded over a bottle of whiskey and she confided some of her own darkest secrets to him, so she might be a bit reluctant to lay down the law on this occasion…

  4. Wonderful photos Zoe, and that roulette board!!! I bet there’s not many of them in Grecondom.
    Looks like the dog had a few wee drams too, poor thing.
    Let’s hope the men have tidied up and Joyce forgotten the scene of depravity when she wakes up again 😉

    1. Thanks, Edel. I really enjoyed producing this one – ironically, they were all on their best behaviour when ‘filming’!

  5. Super, unexpected story Zoe. I’m happy to see such scenes at a distance but I don’t envy the headaches these high timers will have today. Obviously Ophelia is one of those oldies who will go out with a bang not a whimper. Does she know how old she is?

  6. Ophelia had better put her winnings in one of her handbags quick! Hilarious story! Love all the characters and the details like the various drinks and roulette. Great billiards board too!

    1. Thanks, Anita. Just think how many hats, handbags and feather boas she can buy with those winnings!😄

  7. I did anticipate that there would a few legless gentlemen after the over-imbibement of all that Scotch but the reality is worse than I ever imagined! I hope the piano survived the ignominy of being a billet for Tommy and that the unavoidable hangovers can be ameliorated by some miracle. Gesundheit!p

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