FotD - Brazen
Title: A Straight Shooter
Prompt: Flavor of the Day: Brazen (shameless or impudent)
Rating: PG13 for language and threatened violence against homophobes
Characters: Felix Wade, Soul Wade
Summary: No definitive place in the timeline. I’ve already posted once today but I couldn’t pass up the flavor of the day because it was the perfect opportunity to show more Felix and Soul! I only mentioned this in passing but Felix and Soul are in a deeply committed relationship. Felix is proud of everything about himself, including the fact that he’s homosexual. Soul considered himself asexual before Felix came around and strongly persuaded him otherwise. They both also have a sadistic streak a mile wide but I think that’s what makes them so compatible!
“Fuck yes! That’s how it’s done!” Felix threw the toy gun at the carnival booth down on the counter. He jerked Soul close and kissed him hard on the mouth in triumph. “I’d like to see you beat that, boy.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” Soul said mildly. Felix was trying to teach Soul how to talk trash but Soul didn’t quite grasp the concept.
The booth operator, a grizzly older man in an obnoxious flowered button down shirt chewing on a smelly cigar, snatched the toy gun out of Soul’s reach. “You’re done. I don’t want your kind here.”
“My kind?” Soul repeated, baffled.
Felix, however, immediately understood what the man was referring to. “He means fags,” Felix explained shortly to his partner.
“You’re damn right I mean fags,” the operator snapped back. “You should have more respect. People bring their families here.”
Felix leaned across the counter and pointed a warning finger at the old man, “Listen you homophobic bastard, I’ll give you one chance to take back what you said, seeing as how you’re not from around here and wouldn’t have a reason to know who we are.”
“I already figured out you were a couple a queers. What else do I need to know?”
“You fuckin bastard!” Felix was about to leap over the counter to beat a more accepting attitude into the narrow-minded man, but he was stopped short by the muffled clapping noise he knew so well.
Soul had his gun out and been kind enough to put on his silencer so as not to alarm the crowds moving behind them. He shot at the brightly colored paper targets moving along the winding tracks on the back wall. He took five shots and blew apart five different targets.
The operator dropped the toy gun and put his hands up when Soul aimed the gun at him. “I hit the three ducks,” Soul informed him calmly. “That means I won the big prize, right?”
“Y-yeah,” The operator stuttered. “Look buddy, I didn’t mean nothing-”
“I want that one,” Soul motioned with his gun to a three foot tall fluffy stuffed dog with a big blue bow wrapped around its neck.
“S-s-sure.” The operator pulled the stuffed animal off of the hook, fumbling a little because he wasn’t willing to take his eyes of Soul. There were a couple people looking at the scene curiously but they weren’t worried. They thought the gun was a toy for the booth, no doubt.
“Here you go, guy,” the operator handed the dog over and Soul put his gun away to take it.
“You should be more polite while you’re in this town,” Soul reprimanded him.
“That’s right you bastard,” Felix said, throwing an arm around Soul’s shoulders possessively. “Now go change your pants and keep your fuckin head down. We won’t be so nice next time we see your kind.”
Felix led Soul away from the booth and the trembling man with a smile that made all the small children run back to their mommies. Felix grabbed for the dog Soul was carrying with his free hand. “What is this? What the fuck am I going to do with a fuckin stuffed animal?”
“Nothing,” Soul said, moving the dog out of his partner’s grasp. “It’s my dog, not yours.”
“What?” Felix reached for the dog again but Soul moved it further out of his grasp. “That’s not right! If you win something then you have to give it to your date!”
“Who says?”
“Everyone!”
“Everyone’s wrong. If you wanted it so badly then you should have shot straighter.”
Prompt: Flavor of the Day: Brazen (shameless or impudent)
Rating: PG13 for language and threatened violence against homophobes
Characters: Felix Wade, Soul Wade
Summary: No definitive place in the timeline. I’ve already posted once today but I couldn’t pass up the flavor of the day because it was the perfect opportunity to show more Felix and Soul! I only mentioned this in passing but Felix and Soul are in a deeply committed relationship. Felix is proud of everything about himself, including the fact that he’s homosexual. Soul considered himself asexual before Felix came around and strongly persuaded him otherwise. They both also have a sadistic streak a mile wide but I think that’s what makes them so compatible!
“Fuck yes! That’s how it’s done!” Felix threw the toy gun at the carnival booth down on the counter. He jerked Soul close and kissed him hard on the mouth in triumph. “I’d like to see you beat that, boy.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” Soul said mildly. Felix was trying to teach Soul how to talk trash but Soul didn’t quite grasp the concept.
The booth operator, a grizzly older man in an obnoxious flowered button down shirt chewing on a smelly cigar, snatched the toy gun out of Soul’s reach. “You’re done. I don’t want your kind here.”
“My kind?” Soul repeated, baffled.
Felix, however, immediately understood what the man was referring to. “He means fags,” Felix explained shortly to his partner.
“You’re damn right I mean fags,” the operator snapped back. “You should have more respect. People bring their families here.”
Felix leaned across the counter and pointed a warning finger at the old man, “Listen you homophobic bastard, I’ll give you one chance to take back what you said, seeing as how you’re not from around here and wouldn’t have a reason to know who we are.”
“I already figured out you were a couple a queers. What else do I need to know?”
“You fuckin bastard!” Felix was about to leap over the counter to beat a more accepting attitude into the narrow-minded man, but he was stopped short by the muffled clapping noise he knew so well.
Soul had his gun out and been kind enough to put on his silencer so as not to alarm the crowds moving behind them. He shot at the brightly colored paper targets moving along the winding tracks on the back wall. He took five shots and blew apart five different targets.
The operator dropped the toy gun and put his hands up when Soul aimed the gun at him. “I hit the three ducks,” Soul informed him calmly. “That means I won the big prize, right?”
“Y-yeah,” The operator stuttered. “Look buddy, I didn’t mean nothing-”
“I want that one,” Soul motioned with his gun to a three foot tall fluffy stuffed dog with a big blue bow wrapped around its neck.
“S-s-sure.” The operator pulled the stuffed animal off of the hook, fumbling a little because he wasn’t willing to take his eyes of Soul. There were a couple people looking at the scene curiously but they weren’t worried. They thought the gun was a toy for the booth, no doubt.
“Here you go, guy,” the operator handed the dog over and Soul put his gun away to take it.
“You should be more polite while you’re in this town,” Soul reprimanded him.
“That’s right you bastard,” Felix said, throwing an arm around Soul’s shoulders possessively. “Now go change your pants and keep your fuckin head down. We won’t be so nice next time we see your kind.”
Felix led Soul away from the booth and the trembling man with a smile that made all the small children run back to their mommies. Felix grabbed for the dog Soul was carrying with his free hand. “What is this? What the fuck am I going to do with a fuckin stuffed animal?”
“Nothing,” Soul said, moving the dog out of his partner’s grasp. “It’s my dog, not yours.”
“What?” Felix reached for the dog again but Soul moved it further out of his grasp. “That’s not right! If you win something then you have to give it to your date!”
“Who says?”
“Everyone!”
“Everyone’s wrong. If you wanted it so badly then you should have shot straighter.”