Summary:
But here, now, was my chance. I was not the young master to Jeeves now - in fact, Jeeves, in his current role, had no y. m. at all. He was a gentleman of means and breeding, and I a rather fantastically attired birdcatcher of presumably Viennese extraction; and two such fellows could hold a conversation without any wayward “sirs” inserting themselves where they were not wanted.
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Or: In which a gentleman and his valet both attend a masquerade under false pretences.
➜ yuletide fic, for Jeeves & Wooster
➜ in which Jeeves and Wooster separately attend a masquerade ball, each in costume
➜ hidden identity shenanigans are such fun and this one is great!
➜ I love how much Wooster loves getting to interact with Jeeves without Jeeves's feudal spirit getting in the way
➜ and the vision of Jeeves at a party flirting with a flighty young master of unknown identity.....so good
➜ 11k words in length
