bored again.
I'm repimping my "Kill Fictional Characters Challenge" that I started here: The Killing Challenge.
where you pick or are assigned a number and then you have to write a fic with someone dying in the way you get. Fun for all, people! I mean it! Come and play!
And here's a fic. I had some Kirsten/Ryan bonding time yesterday, here's some Seth/Sandy/Ryan/etc bonding time. Not squicky. Set while Kirsten's away at rehab. I'd like to do a bunch of these with the Cohen men +1 hanging out while Kiki's away...but we'll see.
“Look out, dude, Dad’s on a kick,” Seth said, bursting into the poolhouse and then turning and closing the door quietly.
“What is it now?” Ryan asked, exasperated. Ryan just wanted to brood but ever since the shooting, Seth would get sensitive over the smallest things. Ryan knew it was partially because he wanted to keep an eye on him but it didn’t stop him from getting annoyed.
“Dad wants to spend ‘family time’ with us,” Seth whispered, peeking out of the blinds.
“So?”
Seth looked at him in horror. “Dude, you have no idea, it could be board games or show tunes or…” he shudders. “Cards…”
“It can’t be that bad,” Ryan scoffed.
“Dude, yes, it can. He tried to teach me to play gin rummy once and Mom almost had to sign me up for therapy afterwards. It was traumatizing.”
There was a sharp rap on the door. “Seth? I know you’re in there, I saw you hiding in the bushes,” Sandy called.
“Come in,” Ryan said, ignoring Seth’s rapidly shaking head.
Sandy stepped in, glaring at Seth. But Ryan knew that no one every really got mad at Seth. Even with his inappropriate jokes at the hospital and visits with his mother, he was still just Seth.
“I was thinking since neither of you are going out tonight that we could spend some time together,” Sandy said.
“Um, dad, actually, we just made plans, like, wow, it’s such a coincidence because we were just talking about those plans…” Seth started.
“Son, just stop talking,” Sandy said patiently.
“Please, Dad? We’re not little kids, don’t pull out the Chutes and Ladders,” Seth pleaded.
“Seth, we don’t even own that game. I was thinking that since you guys are almost of legal age, that I, as your father, should teach you the fine art of playing poker,” Sandy said.
“Poker?” Seth asked.
“Are you serious?” Ryan asked, smiling.
“Yes. Why wouldn’t I be serious? I’m sure you guys know the basics but…” Sandy started.
“Dad, I don’t think you know what you’re getting into at all,” Seth said.
“I already know how to play poker,” Ryan stated finally.
“Good, then you can help me teach Seth. Come on, it’ll be fun,” Sandy insisted.
Seth grumbled under his breath but Ryan didn’t mind.
He could brood later.
***** ***** *****
Ryan was mildly surprised to see that Seth was actually listening to Sandy’s rudimentary rules.
“So…that’s a full house? A pair and a triple?” Seth asked.
“You told me you knew how to play poker when we went to Vegas,” Ryan said.
Seth flushed slightly. “I did not. I merely let you believe that I knew how to play. That’s called a ‘bluff’.”
Sandy chuckled. “So, Ryan, you know how to play already?”
“Yeah,” Ryan replied. “What are we playing for anyway?”
Sandy had a couple of boxes of chips and rationed them out.
Immediately there were differences. Seth raked his chips so they were in a small mound in front of him while Ryan had his chips stacked in neat little piles.
“Okay…” Sandy said, shuffling quickly.
“Five card stud, I take it?” Ryan asked as Sandy finished dealing.
“Got to start somewhere,” Sandy smiled.
Ryan tilted the edge of his cards so he could glimpse his hand and then leaned back, crossing his arms.
“No fair,” Seth protested, holding his cards in front of him. “You didn’t even look!”
“Yes, I did,” Ryan said, not smiling. “Take your time.”
And that’s when Seth started to pout.
***** ***** *****
Twenty minutes later, Ryan had all the chips and Seth was still crying foul.
“Dad, I’ll never learn if Ryan keeps playing,” Seth whined.
“I haven’t even been cheating!” Ryan replied, defensive. “You just suck.”
“Boys, come on,” Sandy said, but he was smiling. “I think we may need to take drastic measures.” He called a ten minute break and pulled out his phone.
“Who are you calling?” Seth asked.
“Reinforcements,” he replied.
Ryan was surprised to see Rosa come in later with her own set of chips but not as surprised as Seth was when Summer followed her.
“Summer?” Seth called.
“Your dad said he needed help and I never turn down a chance to see you humiliated,” she grinned.
Sandy pulled a chair up beside Seth as Rosa and Summer took seats around the table.
“I’m going to kick your ass this time, Chino,” Summer said.
Ryan rolled his eyes, smiling.
“Wait, you’ve been playing poker with my girlfriend? When?” Seth demanded.
“What do you think we do when you’re in the comic book store, pick our noses?” Summer replied.
“We won fifty bucks off the guy that works in the sporting goods store on the pier,” Ryan added.
“No gambling,” Sandy said, glaring at Ryan.
Ryan dropped his gaze to the chips in front of him.
“I mean, for real money,” Sandy edited.
“Let’s get this game going, I need to practice for my tournament next month,” Rosa said, grabbing the cards and shuffling expertly.
“Rosa!” Seth gasped.
“What? I have a life outside of your laundry room, Seth,” she smiled shyly before hardening her face again. “Texas Hold ‘em?”
Seth glanced at his father in panic, utterly out of his element. Sandy patted him on the back. “Don’t panic.”
Sandy’s patient commentary seemed to calm Seth down but even together, they were no match for the others.
Sandy was even impressed by the cutthroat game that ensued.
An hour later, Ryan had all of Summer and Seth’s chips and Rosa was livid that she wouldn’t lose another hand.
Ryan glanced over and saw that Seth was sharing popcorn with his Dad. “What are you doing?”
“Watching the show, man. You’ve officially silenced the beast…” Seth started, pausing when Summer punched him in the arm, “And awed my father into submission.”
“Don’t distract us,” Rosa said, seriously.
***** ***** *****
where you pick or are assigned a number and then you have to write a fic with someone dying in the way you get. Fun for all, people! I mean it! Come and play!
And here's a fic. I had some Kirsten/Ryan bonding time yesterday, here's some Seth/Sandy/Ryan/etc bonding time. Not squicky. Set while Kirsten's away at rehab. I'd like to do a bunch of these with the Cohen men +1 hanging out while Kiki's away...but we'll see.
“Look out, dude, Dad’s on a kick,” Seth said, bursting into the poolhouse and then turning and closing the door quietly.
“What is it now?” Ryan asked, exasperated. Ryan just wanted to brood but ever since the shooting, Seth would get sensitive over the smallest things. Ryan knew it was partially because he wanted to keep an eye on him but it didn’t stop him from getting annoyed.
“Dad wants to spend ‘family time’ with us,” Seth whispered, peeking out of the blinds.
“So?”
Seth looked at him in horror. “Dude, you have no idea, it could be board games or show tunes or…” he shudders. “Cards…”
“It can’t be that bad,” Ryan scoffed.
“Dude, yes, it can. He tried to teach me to play gin rummy once and Mom almost had to sign me up for therapy afterwards. It was traumatizing.”
There was a sharp rap on the door. “Seth? I know you’re in there, I saw you hiding in the bushes,” Sandy called.
“Come in,” Ryan said, ignoring Seth’s rapidly shaking head.
Sandy stepped in, glaring at Seth. But Ryan knew that no one every really got mad at Seth. Even with his inappropriate jokes at the hospital and visits with his mother, he was still just Seth.
“I was thinking since neither of you are going out tonight that we could spend some time together,” Sandy said.
“Um, dad, actually, we just made plans, like, wow, it’s such a coincidence because we were just talking about those plans…” Seth started.
“Son, just stop talking,” Sandy said patiently.
“Please, Dad? We’re not little kids, don’t pull out the Chutes and Ladders,” Seth pleaded.
“Seth, we don’t even own that game. I was thinking that since you guys are almost of legal age, that I, as your father, should teach you the fine art of playing poker,” Sandy said.
“Poker?” Seth asked.
“Are you serious?” Ryan asked, smiling.
“Yes. Why wouldn’t I be serious? I’m sure you guys know the basics but…” Sandy started.
“Dad, I don’t think you know what you’re getting into at all,” Seth said.
“I already know how to play poker,” Ryan stated finally.
“Good, then you can help me teach Seth. Come on, it’ll be fun,” Sandy insisted.
Seth grumbled under his breath but Ryan didn’t mind.
He could brood later.
***** ***** *****
Ryan was mildly surprised to see that Seth was actually listening to Sandy’s rudimentary rules.
“So…that’s a full house? A pair and a triple?” Seth asked.
“You told me you knew how to play poker when we went to Vegas,” Ryan said.
Seth flushed slightly. “I did not. I merely let you believe that I knew how to play. That’s called a ‘bluff’.”
Sandy chuckled. “So, Ryan, you know how to play already?”
“Yeah,” Ryan replied. “What are we playing for anyway?”
Sandy had a couple of boxes of chips and rationed them out.
Immediately there were differences. Seth raked his chips so they were in a small mound in front of him while Ryan had his chips stacked in neat little piles.
“Okay…” Sandy said, shuffling quickly.
“Five card stud, I take it?” Ryan asked as Sandy finished dealing.
“Got to start somewhere,” Sandy smiled.
Ryan tilted the edge of his cards so he could glimpse his hand and then leaned back, crossing his arms.
“No fair,” Seth protested, holding his cards in front of him. “You didn’t even look!”
“Yes, I did,” Ryan said, not smiling. “Take your time.”
And that’s when Seth started to pout.
***** ***** *****
Twenty minutes later, Ryan had all the chips and Seth was still crying foul.
“Dad, I’ll never learn if Ryan keeps playing,” Seth whined.
“I haven’t even been cheating!” Ryan replied, defensive. “You just suck.”
“Boys, come on,” Sandy said, but he was smiling. “I think we may need to take drastic measures.” He called a ten minute break and pulled out his phone.
“Who are you calling?” Seth asked.
“Reinforcements,” he replied.
Ryan was surprised to see Rosa come in later with her own set of chips but not as surprised as Seth was when Summer followed her.
“Summer?” Seth called.
“Your dad said he needed help and I never turn down a chance to see you humiliated,” she grinned.
Sandy pulled a chair up beside Seth as Rosa and Summer took seats around the table.
“I’m going to kick your ass this time, Chino,” Summer said.
Ryan rolled his eyes, smiling.
“Wait, you’ve been playing poker with my girlfriend? When?” Seth demanded.
“What do you think we do when you’re in the comic book store, pick our noses?” Summer replied.
“We won fifty bucks off the guy that works in the sporting goods store on the pier,” Ryan added.
“No gambling,” Sandy said, glaring at Ryan.
Ryan dropped his gaze to the chips in front of him.
“I mean, for real money,” Sandy edited.
“Let’s get this game going, I need to practice for my tournament next month,” Rosa said, grabbing the cards and shuffling expertly.
“Rosa!” Seth gasped.
“What? I have a life outside of your laundry room, Seth,” she smiled shyly before hardening her face again. “Texas Hold ‘em?”
Seth glanced at his father in panic, utterly out of his element. Sandy patted him on the back. “Don’t panic.”
Sandy’s patient commentary seemed to calm Seth down but even together, they were no match for the others.
Sandy was even impressed by the cutthroat game that ensued.
An hour later, Ryan had all of Summer and Seth’s chips and Rosa was livid that she wouldn’t lose another hand.
Ryan glanced over and saw that Seth was sharing popcorn with his Dad. “What are you doing?”
“Watching the show, man. You’ve officially silenced the beast…” Seth started, pausing when Summer punched him in the arm, “And awed my father into submission.”
“Don’t distract us,” Rosa said, seriously.
***** ***** *****