Constable Winston and Jack Worthing Shit Post

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Jack was in the studio, finishing up a recording. Just as he did so, Winston grabbed his lamp, putting the shade on his head. He plugs the lamp in, rubbing his butt against it. "Winston! Give me my lamp back!!!" Jack gets up and Winston unplugs the lamp, running away with the shade on his head. Constable Bobby looks up and grabs Winston's helmet, chucking it at him. 

Jack sighs, putting his hand on his face, shaking his head. "Imbecile..." He sighs, walking to his office. Winston was sitting in Jacks comfy chair, humming "God Save The Queen". "Get off my chair. I need to work." Jack says. Winston goofily shakes his head. "You want to sit somewhere? Sit on my lap." Jack grumbles and grabs his papers off the desk. "I guess I'll go somewhere else, then." He mumbles, walking away.


That's how the rest of the day went. Until Jack finally stopped working and let Winston take care of him.


//Constable Winston belongs to @EccentricMethod, so please don't kill me!!//

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