100 Tales: Purple
"Absolutely not, Kid!"
"Heyes, you lost the bet. You gotta go through with it."
"No way! The gang is gonna find out, and there goes my authority!"
Kid Curry crossed his arms and glared.
"Aw, Kid, I'm begging you. Don't make me!"
A line appeared between the Kid's brows. Hannibal Heyes raised both hands.
"OK, dammit, OK."
Much rustling followed, accompanied by a few grunts, groans, and one "ouch" from Hannibal Heyes. At last, the man in question stood sheepishly beside the bed. He stood motionless, with his head down and his arms stiff at his sides. To the Kid's secret amusement, a slight blush colored the high cheekbones.
"Fine, you got what you wanted! Now can I put my shirt back on?"
"Oh no, Heyes, the deal was you gotta wear that all day, remember?"
Much cursing followed, accompanied by quiet chuckles from Kid Curry. "Sorry about the pin," he said to his partner. "I thought I got all of them out."
Hannibal Heyes sniffed and pouted. He glanced up at Kid Curry from beneath his bangs. He put on his Sad Puppy Dog expression. Why did the man keep trying what he called his "faces" when he knew the Kid saw right through them?
After a moment, Heyes sighed. His shoulders sagged. He shuffled over to the water basin like an old man. He peered into the mirror. Kid Curry smiled.
Hannibal Heyes looked at himself for a long moment. He stepped back from the wall and looked again. He turned one way, then the other. He raised an eyebrow.
"You know," he muttered. "I think this color looks kinda good on me."
Kid Curry rolled his eyes. "Heyes, ain't nobody gonna think you're a nancy boy just because you've got on a purple shirt."
"Heyes, you lost the bet. You gotta go through with it."
"No way! The gang is gonna find out, and there goes my authority!"
Kid Curry crossed his arms and glared.
"Aw, Kid, I'm begging you. Don't make me!"
A line appeared between the Kid's brows. Hannibal Heyes raised both hands.
"OK, dammit, OK."
Much rustling followed, accompanied by a few grunts, groans, and one "ouch" from Hannibal Heyes. At last, the man in question stood sheepishly beside the bed. He stood motionless, with his head down and his arms stiff at his sides. To the Kid's secret amusement, a slight blush colored the high cheekbones.
"Fine, you got what you wanted! Now can I put my shirt back on?"
"Oh no, Heyes, the deal was you gotta wear that all day, remember?"
Much cursing followed, accompanied by quiet chuckles from Kid Curry. "Sorry about the pin," he said to his partner. "I thought I got all of them out."
Hannibal Heyes sniffed and pouted. He glanced up at Kid Curry from beneath his bangs. He put on his Sad Puppy Dog expression. Why did the man keep trying what he called his "faces" when he knew the Kid saw right through them?
After a moment, Heyes sighed. His shoulders sagged. He shuffled over to the water basin like an old man. He peered into the mirror. Kid Curry smiled.
Hannibal Heyes looked at himself for a long moment. He stepped back from the wall and looked again. He turned one way, then the other. He raised an eyebrow.
"You know," he muttered. "I think this color looks kinda good on me."
Kid Curry rolled his eyes. "Heyes, ain't nobody gonna think you're a nancy boy just because you've got on a purple shirt."