Gusmas 2011 drabble repost 3/5
Title: Mayor Of Your Town
Author: sakesushimaki
Prompt: Dec. 9 - Books
Specifications: post-513, quintuple-drabble; Brian wants attention but Justin doesn’t quite comply.
Notes: I come from the kingdom of Drabylon in the land of LJ!
Mayor Of Your Town
by sakesushimaki
Brian pulls off his soaked-through coat, disgusted. “You won’t believe what Harry pulled today,” he starts ranting, heading for the fridge and for a cold bottle of malty goodness. “Theodore immaturely dubbed him mayor of idiot-town last week and while…” He fiddles with the cap, annoyance heightening another fraction. “While I may have made fun of him last week…” The cap finally pops open. “While I may have made fun of him last week, today made me realize that it’s actually appropriate.” Brian toasts the weird-looking herb plant Justin put over the sink and takes his first swallows of beer.
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Immediately, some of the tension drains away and Brian wipes his mouth. He realizes then that his rant is met by silence. “Justin?” Once he finds Justin in the living room, his frown deepens. “What are you doing?”
“Huh? Oh, hey.”
“Oh, hey? Didn’t you hear me? Harry? Idiot-town?”
“Huh.”
Brian considers being pissed. But then Justin wouldn’t appreciate his mood now, anyway. Instead, he rounds the sofa and tries to get a glimpse of the book cover. No such luck. Justin is one of those careless folding-paperbacks-and-take-them-everywhere readers. Christ. From where he’s standing, Brian can count four dog ears.
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Maybe he’ll just call Mikey. Someone will listen to him rant about Harry and his fucking attitude and lack of skill problems and about how the weather sucks and the rain might just have ruined his newest Armani.
He’s a second away from getting up in order to do just that when-“What is this?” He stares at the coffee table.
Justin doesn’t acknowledge the question and Brian wonders just since when in the past years he started having to fight for Justin’s attention with a fucking book. “Justin!” Yeah, he’s angry now.
“Jesus!” Justin is startled. “What is it?”
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Brian gestures at the table.
“What?” Justin blinks at his mug and then back at Brian.
“Reading a book and drinking tea on a rainy day? I thought I taught you better.”
Justin snorts. “This seriously weirds you out? You’re crazy. And I do drink tea occasionally, you know.”
“When have you ever drunk tea? I have not once seen-“
“Brian.”
“What?”
“Give me thirty minutes and I’ll have this finished.” With his nose already back in the book, he adds, “Then I’ll blow you or whatever.”
“You’ll… You’ll blow me… Or whatever?!”
Justin doesn’t even notice Brian’s shock.
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Brian doesn’t even know what to say. This is the most insulting thing anyone’s ever said to him.
With one final burning gaze that Justin doesn’t take note of, he slams the bottle on the table. Ignoring how the beer slushes over the opening, he gets up, huffing angrily. He fumbles for his phone in his pocket.
“Mikey. Woody’s. Now. … Now. … Because my day fucking sucked and Justin cares more about a book and tea than- whatthefuckever! Woody’s. Now.”
The door slams shut fifteen seconds later.
Justin doesn’t look up from his book but mumbles, “Mayor of crazy-town.”
Author: sakesushimaki
Prompt: Dec. 9 - Books
Specifications: post-513, quintuple-drabble; Brian wants attention but Justin doesn’t quite comply.
Notes: I come from the kingdom of Drabylon in the land of LJ!
Mayor Of Your Town
by sakesushimaki
Brian pulls off his soaked-through coat, disgusted. “You won’t believe what Harry pulled today,” he starts ranting, heading for the fridge and for a cold bottle of malty goodness. “Theodore immaturely dubbed him mayor of idiot-town last week and while…” He fiddles with the cap, annoyance heightening another fraction. “While I may have made fun of him last week…” The cap finally pops open. “While I may have made fun of him last week, today made me realize that it’s actually appropriate.” Brian toasts the weird-looking herb plant Justin put over the sink and takes his first swallows of beer.
+
Immediately, some of the tension drains away and Brian wipes his mouth. He realizes then that his rant is met by silence. “Justin?” Once he finds Justin in the living room, his frown deepens. “What are you doing?”
“Huh? Oh, hey.”
“Oh, hey? Didn’t you hear me? Harry? Idiot-town?”
“Huh.”
Brian considers being pissed. But then Justin wouldn’t appreciate his mood now, anyway. Instead, he rounds the sofa and tries to get a glimpse of the book cover. No such luck. Justin is one of those careless folding-paperbacks-and-take-them-everywhere readers. Christ. From where he’s standing, Brian can count four dog ears.
+
Maybe he’ll just call Mikey. Someone will listen to him rant about Harry and his fucking attitude and lack of skill problems and about how the weather sucks and the rain might just have ruined his newest Armani.
He’s a second away from getting up in order to do just that when-“What is this?” He stares at the coffee table.
Justin doesn’t acknowledge the question and Brian wonders just since when in the past years he started having to fight for Justin’s attention with a fucking book. “Justin!” Yeah, he’s angry now.
“Jesus!” Justin is startled. “What is it?”
+
Brian gestures at the table.
“What?” Justin blinks at his mug and then back at Brian.
“Reading a book and drinking tea on a rainy day? I thought I taught you better.”
Justin snorts. “This seriously weirds you out? You’re crazy. And I do drink tea occasionally, you know.”
“When have you ever drunk tea? I have not once seen-“
“Brian.”
“What?”
“Give me thirty minutes and I’ll have this finished.” With his nose already back in the book, he adds, “Then I’ll blow you or whatever.”
“You’ll… You’ll blow me… Or whatever?!”
Justin doesn’t even notice Brian’s shock.
+
Brian doesn’t even know what to say. This is the most insulting thing anyone’s ever said to him.
With one final burning gaze that Justin doesn’t take note of, he slams the bottle on the table. Ignoring how the beer slushes over the opening, he gets up, huffing angrily. He fumbles for his phone in his pocket.
“Mikey. Woody’s. Now. … Now. … Because my day fucking sucked and Justin cares more about a book and tea than- whatthefuckever! Woody’s. Now.”
The door slams shut fifteen seconds later.
Justin doesn’t look up from his book but mumbles, “Mayor of crazy-town.”