Trifecta: vacation, part 1
So I had stop by the dentist yesterday for a piece of paperwork, and the receptionist thought I meant the stuff for my daughter's braces, and I said no, this other invoice. So last night I scanned it in... and found out what I'd sent in for my daughter's braces wasn't enough and I had to go back down their today to get what I'd been offered the first time. Sigh.
It's been months-more than four-since I posted the last chapter. I will finish this. I really will.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Vacation, part one
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1 k
Summary: In the ruins of an old building in Ireland, Ty plays stepmother
Ty looked down at the script. The ruins they were at made the perfect stage for Cinderella. One wall was completely intact plus two were mostly, sloping down to the missing one, and the extra stones had fallen or been carried outside the walls. No furniture, of course, but they could all pretend.
Kenneth grinned. He was Cinderella while Ty was the stepmother. Damien needed practice being the stepsisters. Ty had heard Tara play the stepmother often enough that he hardly needed to look at the script, although neither would help when Damien improved, which was what he’d start doing when he was more comfortable in the rolls. Right now he said a line, then wrapped a scarf over his head to deliver the second sister’s line.
That was funny all by itself.
Ty gave his line and Kenneth stated his. He was a much better actor than this is bed. But in bed he chose his role and his lines. Maybe it was time for Pirate King again as a reward for all their hard work. Ty hadn’t been tied up in a while.
A small gasp sounded behind them.
The girl stepped back. “Sorry, sirs.”
Damien frowned. “We saw you yesterday.”
The girl nodded.
Sure enough she was one of the local girl who worked at the manor house. Yesterday had been a tour day. They almost missed it in favor of staying in bed, but Kenneth rousted them out and into clothes. He’d made up for it last night. Plus the tour had been fun. One of the rooms would have made the perfect backdrop for Sleeping Beauty christening scene. And the kitchens gave him ideas for special touches for Jack and the Beanstalk.
She stepped back. Kenneth waved her closer. “We’re rehearsing a play, but we don’t have enough actors. How would you like to play Cinderella for us?”
The girl bit her lip. “Who is the prince?”
“Who do you want to be the prince?”
She glanced at Damien. He was closest to her age.
“Ty’s the stepmother and the fairy god mother. Damien can be the stepsisters and the prince.”
Ty laughed. “Who will you be then? The audience?”
“Of course.” Kenneth walked off the stage and sat on a pile of rocks. “We should start at the top. Cinderella, you’re on stage alone.”
Damien leaned against Ty at stage left. “The director.”
“What am I supposed to do?” The girl looked at the script. “Dust?”
“Sure. Action.”
Ty covered his grin. Action was for movies, but it made the point. Ty stepped onto the stage and read his line.
The girl’s eyes widened then she looked at the script. “She’s pretty mean, isn’t she?”
“She supposed to be, but if you look,” Ty pointed at the girl’s script, “you’ll see Cinderella doesn’t notice. She’s always sunny and cheerful.”
“Silly girl.”
“But that silly girl is you. Should I start over?”
The girl nodded. Ty walked off then back on stage and delivered the line. Damien came right behind him, arguing with himself, the scarf going off and on rapidly. The girl giggled, but managed her line without prompting.
Instead of only doing the scenes with the stepsisters in them, they did the whole thing to please their little actress. She laughed and spun around at the end. “That was fun. Can we do it again?”
Kenneth looked at Damien than back at the girl. “We don’t want to keep you.”
“I don’t need to be anywhere.”
She’d found her calling. They’d have a hard time getting rid of her.
Damien shrugged. Ty stepped forward. “You can stay, but this time, we aren’t going the whole way through. Only the scenes with the stepsisters. Is that acceptable?”
The girl nodded.
“And I’m not going to stick to my lines. When I pause, say what’s in the script.”
The girl nodded again.
They did the first scene a dozen times before they had to stop for dinner. The girl reacted to whatever Damien said, with laughter or angry gasps. Hopeful and audience would do the same.
She walked them back to their cottage. She really would be hard to get rid of. “No one will believe me. No one at all.” She’d said that several times already. Then she stopped suddenly. “Can we put it on at the manor? Please? No one will believe me otherwise.”
Kenneth grinned. “If you can get us permission?”
The girl bit her lip. “You’ll have to come ask for yourself.”
“Is tomorrow a good time?”
She nodded. Ty pointed back the way they’d come. “You better go grease the skids. Make sure they’re ready to say yes?”
“Yes! Thanks!” She ran back down the road.
Kenneth sighed. “I didn’t think we’d get rid of her so easy.”
“Maybe we haven’t.” Damien looked exhausted.
“Food first.” Ty decided. “Then we can walk down to the beach and watch the sun set.”
Damien grinned. “So we won’t be here even if she comes by.”
“We can take blankets down to the beach…” None of the other tourists were willing to venture down the beach stairs in the dark.
Kenneth grinned. “I like the way this is headed.”
“So do I,” Damien had the spring back in his step. “But food first because I’m starving.”
And Damien wasn’t holding back his wants and needs, a good sign.
“Let’s give him what he wants.” Kenneth opened the car door. Damien slipped in.
Ty leaned close to Kenneth. “And what he needs.”
He got in behind Damien. Damien grinned at him. “I love you too.”
The evening was looking better and better.
It's been months-more than four-since I posted the last chapter. I will finish this. I really will.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Vacation, part one
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1 k
Summary: In the ruins of an old building in Ireland, Ty plays stepmother
Ty looked down at the script. The ruins they were at made the perfect stage for Cinderella. One wall was completely intact plus two were mostly, sloping down to the missing one, and the extra stones had fallen or been carried outside the walls. No furniture, of course, but they could all pretend.
Kenneth grinned. He was Cinderella while Ty was the stepmother. Damien needed practice being the stepsisters. Ty had heard Tara play the stepmother often enough that he hardly needed to look at the script, although neither would help when Damien improved, which was what he’d start doing when he was more comfortable in the rolls. Right now he said a line, then wrapped a scarf over his head to deliver the second sister’s line.
That was funny all by itself.
Ty gave his line and Kenneth stated his. He was a much better actor than this is bed. But in bed he chose his role and his lines. Maybe it was time for Pirate King again as a reward for all their hard work. Ty hadn’t been tied up in a while.
A small gasp sounded behind them.
The girl stepped back. “Sorry, sirs.”
Damien frowned. “We saw you yesterday.”
The girl nodded.
Sure enough she was one of the local girl who worked at the manor house. Yesterday had been a tour day. They almost missed it in favor of staying in bed, but Kenneth rousted them out and into clothes. He’d made up for it last night. Plus the tour had been fun. One of the rooms would have made the perfect backdrop for Sleeping Beauty christening scene. And the kitchens gave him ideas for special touches for Jack and the Beanstalk.
She stepped back. Kenneth waved her closer. “We’re rehearsing a play, but we don’t have enough actors. How would you like to play Cinderella for us?”
The girl bit her lip. “Who is the prince?”
“Who do you want to be the prince?”
She glanced at Damien. He was closest to her age.
“Ty’s the stepmother and the fairy god mother. Damien can be the stepsisters and the prince.”
Ty laughed. “Who will you be then? The audience?”
“Of course.” Kenneth walked off the stage and sat on a pile of rocks. “We should start at the top. Cinderella, you’re on stage alone.”
Damien leaned against Ty at stage left. “The director.”
“What am I supposed to do?” The girl looked at the script. “Dust?”
“Sure. Action.”
Ty covered his grin. Action was for movies, but it made the point. Ty stepped onto the stage and read his line.
The girl’s eyes widened then she looked at the script. “She’s pretty mean, isn’t she?”
“She supposed to be, but if you look,” Ty pointed at the girl’s script, “you’ll see Cinderella doesn’t notice. She’s always sunny and cheerful.”
“Silly girl.”
“But that silly girl is you. Should I start over?”
The girl nodded. Ty walked off then back on stage and delivered the line. Damien came right behind him, arguing with himself, the scarf going off and on rapidly. The girl giggled, but managed her line without prompting.
Instead of only doing the scenes with the stepsisters in them, they did the whole thing to please their little actress. She laughed and spun around at the end. “That was fun. Can we do it again?”
Kenneth looked at Damien than back at the girl. “We don’t want to keep you.”
“I don’t need to be anywhere.”
She’d found her calling. They’d have a hard time getting rid of her.
Damien shrugged. Ty stepped forward. “You can stay, but this time, we aren’t going the whole way through. Only the scenes with the stepsisters. Is that acceptable?”
The girl nodded.
“And I’m not going to stick to my lines. When I pause, say what’s in the script.”
The girl nodded again.
They did the first scene a dozen times before they had to stop for dinner. The girl reacted to whatever Damien said, with laughter or angry gasps. Hopeful and audience would do the same.
She walked them back to their cottage. She really would be hard to get rid of. “No one will believe me. No one at all.” She’d said that several times already. Then she stopped suddenly. “Can we put it on at the manor? Please? No one will believe me otherwise.”
Kenneth grinned. “If you can get us permission?”
The girl bit her lip. “You’ll have to come ask for yourself.”
“Is tomorrow a good time?”
She nodded. Ty pointed back the way they’d come. “You better go grease the skids. Make sure they’re ready to say yes?”
“Yes! Thanks!” She ran back down the road.
Kenneth sighed. “I didn’t think we’d get rid of her so easy.”
“Maybe we haven’t.” Damien looked exhausted.
“Food first.” Ty decided. “Then we can walk down to the beach and watch the sun set.”
Damien grinned. “So we won’t be here even if she comes by.”
“We can take blankets down to the beach…” None of the other tourists were willing to venture down the beach stairs in the dark.
Kenneth grinned. “I like the way this is headed.”
“So do I,” Damien had the spring back in his step. “But food first because I’m starving.”
And Damien wasn’t holding back his wants and needs, a good sign.
“Let’s give him what he wants.” Kenneth opened the car door. Damien slipped in.
Ty leaned close to Kenneth. “And what he needs.”
He got in behind Damien. Damien grinned at him. “I love you too.”
The evening was looking better and better.