exmptfromsanity (exmptfromsanity) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2008-04-22 01:48:00 |
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Current location: | LLC 502 |
Current mood: | accomplished |
Current music: | Episode 122 |
Entry tags: | author: exmptfromsanity, challenge #61: season 1 |
Challenge #61: Season One
Title: 116-119
Author: exmptfromsanity
Timeline: should be obvious
condoms: Emmett, Lindsey, and two to Brian
116
“Why on earth would I go to
“Because,” Ted prompted, “Mel is our friend. And since she and Lindsey are no longer… doing whatever it is that they do it is our duty to support her.”
“Can’t we just buy her a plant for her apartment?” he begged. “All those dolled up dykes scares the hell out of me.”
“One night of drinking with women rather than men won’t kill you, especially with me footing the bill.”
Emmett considered it quickly. “Well I have been meaning to try out my new leather pants.”
117
Lindsey was exhausted. Sure, Guillaume was helpful with Gus during the day, but it was at night when she really missed having someone to share the love of Gus with. He kept fussing as she rocked him and she found herself wishing she weren’t alone.
Melanie would have known what to do. She always knew what to do.
She looked down at their, no, scratch that, her son and sighed as she found his wide little eyes looking around the room as though he expected someone else to be there, another mom.
She gave in and reached for the phone.
118
Sometimes
He made his way slowly through the maze of rooms and people, trying to find something new. And suddenly there it was right in front of him, a nice, hard body.
“Why don’t you take off your towel, and stay a while?” he said in that tone that hooked them.
The double-take that David did when he turned around was exactly what Brian’s mind was doing, trying to process what he was seeing in front of him.
Shit.
119
Brian remembers the first time he heard the story. He was twelve years old and they were moving, again. He’d dropped a glass while packing up the kitchen. Jack hadn’t been happy and had slammed him into a wall.
“You were a mistake, you know that,” he cursed, “Your mother should have listened to me and gotten that fucking abortion. Then we wouldn’t have to deal with all this shit.”
“Jack,” Joan’s voice was cold.
Jack let go of his son’s shirt and walked off.
Who would remember his father as a good man, Brian decided the truth was best.