But maybe you are wrong -- Maybe I could come along
Who: The Dutchman and the Dane
When: Sunday, June 5th, late afternoon hours
Where: Big damn derp house of Gilbo and company
What: Baking and shenanigans are obviously the best cure to the "my brother is in Denmark and it's his birthday" blues, as well as the "My best friend is a dick and didn't tell me goodbye" blues.
( It should be winter now, but my mind's still in June. )
When: Sunday, June 5th, late afternoon hours
Where: Big damn derp house of Gilbo and company
What: Baking and shenanigans are obviously the best cure to the "my brother is in Denmark and it's his birthday" blues, as well as the "My best friend is a dick and didn't tell me goodbye" blues.
( It should be winter now, but my mind's still in June. )
He could rant and rave about the kitchen all goddamn damn, and more than likely probably would; but-- tour. Right. Grand tour.
He regretfully parted from his mistress to take Willem through the rest of the house, pointing out bedrooms, studies, the living and dining. "Aaaand this is my room," He noted as they rounded back closer to the kitchen once again, opening the door for the Dutchman to see inside. Things were just as Kai always kept them -- compulsively neat, spic and span, not an ounce of dirt or stray t-shirt on the floor to fuss with. Like what you might expect to find in an IKEA catalog, just somehow charmingly hipster, outrageously Kai in it's limited decor. Søren used to joke with him that the apartment had no need looking like it came out of a magazine. Sometimes making it look like someone actually lived there was a bit more appreciated, even if it meant rumbled sheets and discarded clothing.
He had responded to that by replacing all his naked chick magazines with Martha Stewart living. He got whacked for it; Pretty fucking hard.
"I promise I do live in this room! I just straightened up some when I heard you were coming over."
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"Nothing wrong with a neat space." he said simply.
Then his mouth twisted into a wry grin.
"Must have driven Søren crazy though. Any space he lived in usually ended up looking like a disaster area."
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He glanced up to his friend, lips quirked in silent question while his mind rifled through a list of different things.
"Thank you for coming over today," He finally settled on.
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"I wasn't going to leave you alone."
The smile turned wistful.
"And I do miss the sukkel."
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Kai flopped down on the edge of his bed with a heavy sigh, peering up at Willem through the messy strands of amethyst, not yet having taken the time to spike his hair up in it's normal proud stance. "Penny for your thoughts, they say. Though we could make cupcake batter and eat from the bowl with huge wooden spoons and have a giant get your feelings out there session. Or I can turn you into a nice pillow again."
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"If we're going to share feelings, then I'm going to need that cupcake batter. And probably something with much more alcohol."
He figured he could probably get Kai talking and not have to do much in the way of actual sharing.
"And after that we'll see about the pillow. Although I didn't bring any weed with me this time."
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Up on his feet again with a quick bounce he crooked his arm and promptly linked it with Willem's at the elbow, hauling him out of the room and back to the kitchen in small, weaving paths. "And you better be my pillow if I'm making you cupcake batter!"
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"I already am a bartender. I don't need to play."
But he allowed himself to be led into the kitchen and shown where to find glasses and the liquor cabinet. Surveying the selection, he called over his shoulder to ask the other man what his preference was.
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He actually had no idea, prior to that moment, that Willem was in fact a bartender. He knew he worked crazy hours but it wasn't a conversation that had come up, professions and priorities, things of the adult working world nature. "I.. actually had no idea you were a bartender," Kai remarked sheepishly as he ducked his head. "Just hit me with your favorite, I'm not all that picky. I like 'girl' drinks best."
All embarrassment and shyness, the pint-sized Dane went about his way of making up a quick cupcake batter doing nothing grander than a simple four step cake. With the added exception of dumping in nearly a container's worth of sprinkles, a good pint of mixed berries, and a bit of lemon juice to flavor. From there he grabbed the two largest spoons in the kitchen and stuck them straight in.
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"At the Winchester."
He mixed himself a Long Island, then began on Kai's girly drink. Tequila, triple sec, and lime juice went a cup, and were mixed as best they could be without a shaker. Then they were poured over ice, and the glass pushed towards the younger man.
"One skinny girl margarita."
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His attitude quickly changed back towards upbeat.
"Hey, this is pretty damn good!" He crowed with a grin. "Keep these coming all night and I'll keep the cake batter coming. Ready for confessions of the lonely hearts club?"
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"You did say a girly drink. If it's not enough I'm sure there's some grenadine around here so I can make it pink."
Bringing his own drink to the table, he took a seat and claimed one of the spoons for his own.
"Is your aunt's health doing any better?"
He paused as a thought occurred to him.
"Is she your aunt? You never did explain how you went from being cousins to half brothers."
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The notion of pausing from his drink to eat the cupcake batter didn't quite please him at the moment, so instead he continued to sip at his cocktail. Liquid courage, they called it; an instant aid to steal your nerves, loosen your tongue and give you the bravery to defeat your anxieties. He was going to need a fuck ton of these little drinks tonight.
"From what Søren and Annika tell me she seems to be doing better," Kai replied, momentarily chewing on the cusp of his lip ring. "The doctor sounds real hopeful that surgery and all will fix things.. And she might as well be my mom. Tante Nadja was the one who always looked out for my ass. I was never real close with my birth mom as it was. Dad was the one who took care of me."
"-- My.. er, I guess not biological dad, that is. Søren's dad is my biological father," He shifted his eyes to the table after a moment. "The whole thing came out rather abruptly, just.. Søren told me when he told me he was staying in Århus. Figured someone should finally tell me. Then mom and I got in a real bad fight over it all, so.."
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"And then you came back here." he said when the Dane was done. "I'm glad you did."
Noting that the other man's glass was empty, he took it and went back to the bar. Leaving it there, he went to dig in the fridge.
"I'm guessing Søren knew about it before the Easter trip."
From the fridge he pulled a bottle of grape juice, and went back over to the counter with it. He mixed it in a glass with some rum, and set it down in front of the other man.
"A purple pirate," he said, gesturing at it.
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-- That actually wasn't a half bad idea.
And so he sat right back up, taking the spoon with great gusto and driving it around in the bowl as though it were a car in the Indy 500, minding the time that Wilm was up out of his seat. When presented with this new drink, though, the spoon was abandoned. He scooted right to the edge of his seat and stared down into it, noting not a whole lot more than the scent of grape and cinnamon.
"It's purple," Kai again stated the obvious, eyes a bit wide in amazement.
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The Dane had a talent, that much was for sure.
He stuck his spoon into the batter and got some more.
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