Title: "Of course it doesn't look like MI5, Carl"
Fandom: The Libertines
Characters: Carl Barât, Peter Doherty
Rating: General
Length: 100
Notes: Drabble inspired by their long ago failed attempt to join the Territorial Army for cash. Failed because Carl would have had to cut his hair, naturally. Sigh.
Content notes: None



Peter dragged Carl up to the reception desk. "Good morning. We'd like to be a spy."

"This is--" The man stopped. "Just one spy? There's two of you."

"We work best together." Carl shrugged.

"And who do you want to... spy for?"

Peter looked outraged. "Britain, of course. We're not traitors."

Carl was anyone's for a packet of fags and a fiver right now, but he nodded dutifully when Peter looked at him.

"Good to know," the man said. "Unfortunately, this is a car showroom."

Peter opened his mouth, but the man cut him off. "And we're not hiring."