Fan Fiction: B&S - The Bitter Taste of Reality
Title: The Bitter Taste of Reality
Author: semisweetsoul
Fandom: Brothers & Sisters
Character: Kevin Walker
Table: In the Dark
Prompt: # 9 The night we met
Rating: Between PG-13 & R !
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I don't own the show, the characters or the Walker house, and that’s too bad!
Notes: Written for my claim at drabble123 .
The Bitter Taste of Reality
The night they met, Kevin was drunk, and the morning when the guy left he still was.
Kevin didn’t remember much. He painfully made his way to the bathroom, keeping his eyes closed to avoid opening them on the bitter taste of reality.
He went through the motions of drawing the shower curtain, turning on the faucet and letting the hot water dissolve his colossal headache.
He was awake and seedy from the alcohol he absorbed a few hours earlier. He didn’t want the guy to leave, but he pretended to be asleep not to seem too attached too soon.
Kevin thought there was hope because generally guys were quicker to leave his apartment afterwards. He was considerate enough not to light a lamp or wake Kevin calling for praise of his abilities. Kevin kept quiet hoping he’d found a note with a phone number in the morning.
He did make a phone call in the morning but not the one he would have liked. He had to tell the police the guy he met at a bar, got drunk with, brought home and slept with, had wrecked his apartment and vanished with his laptop, cell phone, and car keys.
Author: semisweetsoul
Fandom: Brothers & Sisters
Character: Kevin Walker
Table: In the Dark
Prompt: # 9 The night we met
Rating: Between PG-13 & R !
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I don't own the show, the characters or the Walker house, and that’s too bad!
Notes: Written for my claim at drabble123 .
The Bitter Taste of Reality
The night they met, Kevin was drunk, and the morning when the guy left he still was.
Kevin didn’t remember much. He painfully made his way to the bathroom, keeping his eyes closed to avoid opening them on the bitter taste of reality.
He went through the motions of drawing the shower curtain, turning on the faucet and letting the hot water dissolve his colossal headache.
He was awake and seedy from the alcohol he absorbed a few hours earlier. He didn’t want the guy to leave, but he pretended to be asleep not to seem too attached too soon.
Kevin thought there was hope because generally guys were quicker to leave his apartment afterwards. He was considerate enough not to light a lamp or wake Kevin calling for praise of his abilities. Kevin kept quiet hoping he’d found a note with a phone number in the morning.
He did make a phone call in the morning but not the one he would have liked. He had to tell the police the guy he met at a bar, got drunk with, brought home and slept with, had wrecked his apartment and vanished with his laptop, cell phone, and car keys.