grindinggears (grindinggears) wrote in the_colony, @ 2010-12-17 02:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | ^ week 23, abigail theien, nathan theien, | abby and nate |
Week 23- Tuesday
Characters: Nate and Abby Theien.
Location: The parlor
Summary: Nate needs to talk to his sister about his encounter with Holly.
Rating: PG-13
Nate wasn’t entirely sure how long he’d stayed in the garage after Holly left. He didn’t bother going back to his work under the hood and found himself wishing he’d had some cigarettes-- a habit he’d kicked years before the apocalypse had even happened. Eventually it got too cold for him to even want to be alone with his thoughts, and he’d ventured off toward the house, his hands stuffed into his pockets. On his way in, he managed to look-up in time to spot the other familiar redhead walking in the opposite direction.
“Can we talk?” He didn’t wait for an answer and instead grabbed her elbow gently to pull her into the parlor, which happened to be the closest room. He frowned a little as he plopped into the big chair. “You know Holly just told me? She’s a he did you know that?” He sighed.
Nate had actually caught his sister in the middle of a snack run, as well as a long, drawn out yawn--thanks to not having been able to sleep the night before. Hence, the slight tension in her arm when he grabbed it, but it melted away quick enough, once she choked back her tired reaction and saw it was, in fact, Nate. But the alarm in his tone was cause enough for concern, and she looked at him with big, worried blue eyes, expecting the worst.
And got something nowhere near it.
Abby’s concern cracked a little by way of a faint smirk, which she tried to suppress as best she could. “Th’blond?” That was Holly, right? She still wasn’t good with names.
She’d remember Holly now, though.
“Yer kiddin’...”
“No! No I aint kiddin’! Why would I be kiddin’?” He rolled his eyes at her, a little bit more frustrated with the situation and the fact that his sister was smirking at him. His arms crossed over his chest, more to show his annoyance than anything else.
“I’ve been flirtin’ with her...him... it. Comes up to me today in the garage and tells me he’s a dude. Swingin’ junk an’ all! How did I not notice this?” He just shook his head.
It was getting really hard to keep herself from chuckling--the fact that he was obviously irritated helped, but it was still a struggle. Abby pressed her lips inward and rolled them, planting herself on the couch across from him. Trying to think of what to say. With a straight face.
“....he was really swingin’ his junk?” Okay, straight face gone.
He rolled his eyes at her, finding a discarded pen and flinging it at her, sending it sailing just over her head.
“No his junk wasn’t swingin! I don’t know! I wasn’t lookin! It’s an expression.” He said with a slight sigh. Okay, so it wasn’t an expression that people normally used. Ever. Maybe he’d just made it up, but the point still stood. “Some sister you are.” He muttered, he didn’t actually mean it of course, it just seemed like the thing to say.
Now the giggles rose into Abby’s voice, especially when she lifted a palm to deflect the pen sailing at her. “Well what do’ya wan’me ta do? Ain’t my fault its funny...”
“Aint that funny.” Nate just glared, much more like a five year old than the nearly thirty year old man he was supposed to be. Of course, now that he had gotten over his initial confusion, he was starting to see the humor in it, not that he’d admit it yet. “‘sides, aint girls supposed to have mystic gay sensin’ abilities or somethin’? Gaydar or some stupid thing. You should have told me!” When in doubt, blame Abby.
Oh, he did not just blame her. His sister scoffed at him, though her entertained smile certainly hadn’t gone anywhere. “Says who? You’d think y’all woulda looked hard enough ta see th’difference.”
“Listen, Heidi sat me through enough chick flicks to know you all got that stupid gay-sensin’ thing. And I did look. He’s got the hair and the make-up and the chicky clothes. How was I supposed to know? It’s not like he walked around with a beard and a shirt that says ‘I got a dick’. He really freakin needs one of those.” He said, shaking his head again.
“Well I ain’t got no ‘gaydar’...” At least, not anymore. Abby’s general opinions and observations about men were a bit...skewed. The humor of her brother’s woeful situation was keeping her thoughts from zeroing in on that fact. “Hey, least he... uh, she? At least Holly tol’you bout it. Woulda been a bigger surprise on down th’road.”
His eyes widened a little at that thought, that would have been horrible. It wasn’t that Nate had a problem with gay men or anything, but Nate was definitely a ladies man, and wasn’t very big on these types of surprises. Not that it had ever happened before.
“It’s a good thing I guess. Just... still kinda annoying.” He chuckled just a little, a slow nervous chuckle. Abby joined in, gnawing on her lip in the process.
Wait til she told Greg about this.
“So...” She started in after a few beats, idly toying with the fringe of one of the couch blankets, and grinning with her teasing thought. “He get t’third base er what?”
Nate just quirked an eyebrow and shook his head at his sister.
“If it weren’t for the hair, I’d swear you were adopted. And for the record their was no bases. The game hadn’t even started. We was jus’ warmin’ up. No contact really.” Abigail continued to snicker.
“C’</i>mon</i>, like you wouldn’t be laughin’ if it were me.” She was just kidding, but opportunities like this just didn’t come by very often.
“I would be super mature and sympathetic.” He said with a slight pout, not necessarily true but he felt the need to put it out there. “ ‘Sides, it’s different for guys.” He told her as if it were obvious.
“Puhleeease,” Abby’s turn to roll her eyes, big blue ones so similar to the redhead sitting across from her. “Hittin’ on one gender thinkin’ it’s th’other’s funny on either side.” No, she was NOT getting into the gay men versus lesbians appeal with her brother. No way, no how.
“I don’t think I like you much anymore, you know that.” He smirked a little as he said it. “I’m here all serious and you’re just havin’ the time of your life, aren’t you?”
Abby’s turn to roll her eyes a bit, though her smile hadn’t gone anywhere. “Damn straight. An’you love me.”
“On occasion. You just wait. I’ll get you back. Or something.” He shook his head, more amused than anything else.