An Interlude
Title: An Interlude
Story Continuity: Battle For the Sun
Rating: PG-13 for repetitive themes, language, and sexy/suggestive stuff
Summary: Cyprian has lunch with Jaida in Soonah and gets more than he bargained for: namely, a contest of gaydars. Thankfully for Jaida, their cafe of choice is pretty much rife with examples. Used a Malt Shoppe bingo card (#1): "comparing gaydar + "You were the mermaid for me / till one day you found your feet," - Ludo, "Drunken Lament" + mentoring + pocky chain + corrupted innocence").
"Welcome to Shanti's! Drinks?"
"Lemonade. You can use the lemons life has given me. Take them all. It'll last you."
"Um..."
"For Christ's sake, get this man a strawberry espresso. God, for a gay man, you sure are a downer."
"I'm bi, actually, and gay is a colloquialism, not a requisite. Lemonade, thank you, and she'll have wine. Because it's all she ever does."
"I'll be...in the kitchen."
"Yeah, you flee, you pantywaist. Can't handle a little second-hand ribbing. Aren't waitresses supposed to have spunk?"
"Waiters. He was man-shaped."
"Not for long. Pre-op tranny walking. They better serve waffles here."
* * * *
"Look at you, with your pinky raised as you drink. You sure you're only half bent? Name one girl you've wanted to bone."
"You."
"Everyone wants to bone me. Try again."
"Kagami Uematsu."
"Don't think I don't hear that. What aren't you telling me?"
"So very much. Kagami was...incomparable, like Sorensen. Perfect. Difference was, she realized she was hot shit after a spell. Dumped my ass for a teacher."
"Yeah? So, she, what? Wanted stability? Wanted kids?"
"No, it was the teacher who wanted kids, if you follow. Kagami just liked the idea of guaranteed A's."
"...Ah."
* * * *
"There. Man's the gayest gay who ever did gay."
"Close."
"What's that mean?"
"It's the hands. They're far too feminine. Also, shut up, she can hear us."
"So I can. You two ready to order?"
"I'd like the daily special with breadsticks."
"I'd like to know which beautician told you a bowl cut would be a good idea, because it's a fair bet they don't want you dating their sister."
"Yeah? Want to thank him, since it leaves me free?"
"Huh?"
"Call me when you're ready, honey."
"..."
"Well...it is her job to serve you. They don't say how."
* * * *
"Oh, him. Definitely."
"...What the hell, Jaida."
"Well?"
"...Bicurious, at the most. You don't style your hair like that unless you've thought about it. What the fuck, did he buy a 60% share in Seele conditioner since yesterday?"
"Mm. Look at his feet, darling."
"...What the fuck does he need all those belts for? Are those heeled?"
"Uh-huh. He's begging for cock. And he'd last, like, three minutes in the slammer before he became everybody's bitch. Not even. The drunk tank. Oh, hell, he's coming over here."
"Because you were flailing at him."
"Shut up, princess."
"Hi, guys!"
"Hi, Cliff."
* * * *
"Look."
"What am I looking at? It’s a bunch of fogeys."
"It's a threesome."
"Nuh-uh. Not possible."
"Those two are holding hands under the table; look close and you can tell."
"...I guess. Oh, that's too twisted. And the spare?"
"Is staring at them like they're his universe. Also, they just...seem obvious."
"Ugh, mental images! Oh, God, I can’t unsee it. It’s like walking in on my parents. I can't believe I just lost my innocence again."
"It's - sometimes, you're just...alone. And it's terrible. Most guys hook up just for sex. Then you hit forty, and you can't even get that."
* * * *
"God, am I glad we left that place."
"..."
"If you don't stop staring-"
"You're spaghetti."
"The fuck?"
"Straight until heat is applied. Like with our waitress. Whom you kept sending furtive looks at."
"Oh, wow, thanks. I feel all liberated now. However can I repay you?"
"You can give me back the small pittance I had that paid for lunch."
"Put it on my tab. You know, the one I pretend I'll pay off one day."
"Yeah, no. Also, you didn't deny it. And you're blushing."
"...Am not."
"Yeah. I win. Bye."
"Bye, Cyprian! Have fun dying today! Shithead."
Story Continuity: Battle For the Sun
Rating: PG-13 for repetitive themes, language, and sexy/suggestive stuff
Summary: Cyprian has lunch with Jaida in Soonah and gets more than he bargained for: namely, a contest of gaydars. Thankfully for Jaida, their cafe of choice is pretty much rife with examples. Used a Malt Shoppe bingo card (#1): "comparing gaydar + "You were the mermaid for me / till one day you found your feet," - Ludo, "Drunken Lament" + mentoring + pocky chain + corrupted innocence").
"Welcome to Shanti's! Drinks?"
"Lemonade. You can use the lemons life has given me. Take them all. It'll last you."
"Um..."
"For Christ's sake, get this man a strawberry espresso. God, for a gay man, you sure are a downer."
"I'm bi, actually, and gay is a colloquialism, not a requisite. Lemonade, thank you, and she'll have wine. Because it's all she ever does."
"I'll be...in the kitchen."
"Yeah, you flee, you pantywaist. Can't handle a little second-hand ribbing. Aren't waitresses supposed to have spunk?"
"Waiters. He was man-shaped."
"Not for long. Pre-op tranny walking. They better serve waffles here."
* * * *
"Look at you, with your pinky raised as you drink. You sure you're only half bent? Name one girl you've wanted to bone."
"You."
"Everyone wants to bone me. Try again."
"Kagami Uematsu."
"Don't think I don't hear that. What aren't you telling me?"
"So very much. Kagami was...incomparable, like Sorensen. Perfect. Difference was, she realized she was hot shit after a spell. Dumped my ass for a teacher."
"Yeah? So, she, what? Wanted stability? Wanted kids?"
"No, it was the teacher who wanted kids, if you follow. Kagami just liked the idea of guaranteed A's."
"...Ah."
* * * *
"There. Man's the gayest gay who ever did gay."
"Close."
"What's that mean?"
"It's the hands. They're far too feminine. Also, shut up, she can hear us."
"So I can. You two ready to order?"
"I'd like the daily special with breadsticks."
"I'd like to know which beautician told you a bowl cut would be a good idea, because it's a fair bet they don't want you dating their sister."
"Yeah? Want to thank him, since it leaves me free?"
"Huh?"
"Call me when you're ready, honey."
"..."
"Well...it is her job to serve you. They don't say how."
* * * *
"Oh, him. Definitely."
"...What the hell, Jaida."
"Well?"
"...Bicurious, at the most. You don't style your hair like that unless you've thought about it. What the fuck, did he buy a 60% share in Seele conditioner since yesterday?"
"Mm. Look at his feet, darling."
"...What the fuck does he need all those belts for? Are those heeled?"
"Uh-huh. He's begging for cock. And he'd last, like, three minutes in the slammer before he became everybody's bitch. Not even. The drunk tank. Oh, hell, he's coming over here."
"Because you were flailing at him."
"Shut up, princess."
"Hi, guys!"
"Hi, Cliff."
* * * *
"Look."
"What am I looking at? It’s a bunch of fogeys."
"It's a threesome."
"Nuh-uh. Not possible."
"Those two are holding hands under the table; look close and you can tell."
"...I guess. Oh, that's too twisted. And the spare?"
"Is staring at them like they're his universe. Also, they just...seem obvious."
"Ugh, mental images! Oh, God, I can’t unsee it. It’s like walking in on my parents. I can't believe I just lost my innocence again."
"It's - sometimes, you're just...alone. And it's terrible. Most guys hook up just for sex. Then you hit forty, and you can't even get that."
* * * *
"God, am I glad we left that place."
"..."
"If you don't stop staring-"
"You're spaghetti."
"The fuck?"
"Straight until heat is applied. Like with our waitress. Whom you kept sending furtive looks at."
"Oh, wow, thanks. I feel all liberated now. However can I repay you?"
"You can give me back the small pittance I had that paid for lunch."
"Put it on my tab. You know, the one I pretend I'll pay off one day."
"Yeah, no. Also, you didn't deny it. And you're blushing."
"...Am not."
"Yeah. I win. Bye."
"Bye, Cyprian! Have fun dying today! Shithead."