LATE RESPONSE IS LATE [good news is i'm sahry]flora_the_bearOctober 5 2010, 02:51:33 UTC
“Gay.” He sipped his champagne, the delicate glass looking preposterously small in the hands of such a large man.
Crafty green eyes surveyed the gentleman in question. “Naw, dood...look at 'im talkin' ta them chicks! European.” A high-brow release party in Berlin was hardly the boys' idea of a fun evening, but they were making the best of it by playing a little game they'd developed for occasions just like this...
“Oh. Oh. OK. That one. Right there. Gay.” Nathan pointed, making no attempt to be inconspicuous.
“Ahright, mayyybe. But seriously, ya been callin' gey on, like, every guy in tha room ta-night. Ya gatta be a little more in-tune with yer gaydar, there.” Pickles sipped his champagne nonchalantly, apparently a gaydar master himself. It looked as though poor Nathan would just never understand the European lifestyle.
The crowd around them parted a bit as their guitarists approached, one fairly sloshed, the other in full scoff-mode at his companion's embarrassing behavior. All dolled up like this, in their several-thousand dollar black suits, with their hair brushed meticulously...
“Pickles. Pickles..” Nathan paused mid-sip, realization dawning on his face in a half-amused smile. “Double points if they're both.” He nodded to the pair, weaving their way over, then looked to Pickles for a verdict.
“Why, Nathan, my friend,” said Pickles, “Not only is that both, but it's a two-fer. I believe ya just won the game.”
Crafty green eyes surveyed the gentleman in question. “Naw, dood...look at 'im talkin' ta them chicks! European.” A high-brow release party in Berlin was hardly the boys' idea of a fun evening, but they were making the best of it by playing a little game they'd developed for occasions just like this...
“Oh. Oh. OK. That one. Right there. Gay.” Nathan pointed, making no attempt to be inconspicuous.
“Ahright, mayyybe. But seriously, ya been callin' gey on, like, every guy in tha room ta-night. Ya gatta be a little more in-tune with yer gaydar, there.” Pickles sipped his champagne nonchalantly, apparently a gaydar master himself. It looked as though poor Nathan would just never understand the European lifestyle.
The crowd around them parted a bit as their guitarists approached, one fairly sloshed, the other in full scoff-mode at his companion's embarrassing behavior. All dolled up like this, in their several-thousand dollar black suits, with their hair brushed meticulously...
“Pickles. Pickles..” Nathan paused mid-sip, realization dawning on his face in a half-amused smile. “Double points if they're both.” He nodded to the pair, weaving their way over, then looked to Pickles for a verdict.
“Why, Nathan, my friend,” said Pickles, “Not only is that both, but it's a two-fer. I believe ya just won the game.”
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"Gay or European?"
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