This was a blast to write- and Harry wasn't kidding when he whispered to Sean that he was damned lucky Harry was wearing the towel at all... or maybe that was Harry who was lucky to have been wearing it- I'm pretty sure Mum wouldn't have minded checking out a nekking 25 year old Harry one bit!
I also love the thought of Harry's "money managers" giving him hell for what he spends at Palace. I imagine it'd be entertaining to be there when he told them where to go and what to do when they got there, seeing as how it's his money and all. :P
I imagine that this is a common thread for anyone who has to manage the expenses of someone who has a lot of money- and with Harry, it would be just the funniest balance sheet- guy probably spends a grand total of a hundred dollars a year on clothes, when someone forces him at gunpoint or when his jeans or t-shirts no longer have enough fabric molocules to be considered clothes anymore, he has a rat hole room at the pub across from Palace, (imagines Mum coming over to clean it for him in full protective gear) but he spends a small fortune every month going to Palace.
Mum needs to poke that boy with a stick and get him to do something productive with his life *evil grin*
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This was a blast to write- and Harry wasn't kidding when he whispered to Sean that he was damned lucky Harry was wearing the towel at all... or maybe that was Harry who was lucky to have been wearing it- I'm pretty sure Mum wouldn't have minded checking out a nekking 25 year old Harry one bit!
I also love the thought of Harry's "money managers" giving him hell for what he spends at Palace. I imagine it'd be entertaining to be there when he told them where to go and what to do when they got there, seeing as how it's his money and all. :P
I imagine that this is a common thread for anyone who has to manage the expenses of someone who has a lot of money- and with Harry, it would be just the funniest balance sheet- guy probably spends a grand total of a hundred dollars a year on clothes, when someone forces him at gunpoint or when his jeans or t-shirts no longer have enough fabric molocules to be considered clothes anymore, he has a rat hole room at the pub across from Palace, (imagines Mum coming over to clean it for him in full protective gear) but he spends a small fortune every month going to Palace.
Mum needs to poke that boy with a stick and get him to do something productive with his life *evil grin*