Sub Ubi

By Kryss LaBryn

Who, of course, owns nothing.

V watched Evey with curiosity over the edge of his book. She had been acting rather oddly all morning, walking with a slightly stilted, stiff walk that would have had him suspecting a rather active night had he not known with absolute certainty that she had not had the opportunity to indulge in anything more strenuous than a movie and a hot bath the evening before.

And yet, she seemed to have difficulties in getting comfortable. She fidgeted, half-unconscious, it seemed, and kept running her hands down her thighs as though she were subtley trying to readjust her jeans. Her rather snug jeans, he had noted with approval as she had slid into her chair for breakfast, with no VPLs. He wondered how she had managed that…

But she seemed absolutely unable to sit still. Finally his curiosity got the better of him. "Ants in your pants?" he inquired.

"What?" Evey seemed slightly distracted.

"You seem a little… fidgety this morning."

"Oh. Uh… it's laundry day."

V paused. "I'm afraid I don't quite follow you."

Evey seemed embarrassed. "Well, uh… I got a little distracted and I let things go a little too long."

"Oh?"

Evey blushed. "All my bloody knickers are in the wash," she mumbled.

"Oh, my dear Evey;" V laughed, "Sempere ubi sub ubi!"

Evey looked blank. "What? What is that? It sounds like Latin."

"It is indeed! 'Always where under where!'"

Finis