Games - [.049 Club]
This is a belated birthday present for sian265. (Because anyone that can survive one of my blood betas deserves some recognition, yo.)
BTW: This is my first foray into this fandom, and it's unbetaed.
Feedback--concrit included--is appreciated.
Games
Sydney Alexis
Somewhere along the line, someone should have mentioned the fact that asking Brian Kinney to baby-sit on no notice wasn't a wise proposition, but it was late in the day and Lindsay was desperate.
Gus had 'accidentally' forgotten to mention to his mother that today was, in fact, a half-day because of teacher in-service. So, a harried looking Lindsay had shown up at Kinnetik, dropped off Gus, and left before Brian had even registered he'd been saddled with a kid.
He looked from his computer, which was plastered with pictures of half-naked men for the next Dandy Lube ad campaign, to the wide-eyed little imp who was staring at them. Gus wrinkled up his nose, considering them the way that Justin does when he's looking at a piece of art...or ass. Finally, he turned to address his father.
"Jeez, Dad, why don't you just come out and say what you're thinking; you wouldn't fuck without the proper protection so why drive without it?"
Brian smiled. The catch phrase was almost usable. This was one of the many many methods that Gus had employed to wrap Brian around his little finger.
Brian looked between the clock on his computer screen to his appointment book and back to the little boy that was quietly sitting in the chair opposite of him, legs dangling over the edge. Lindsay had an opening at the gallery. Melanie was in court. Justin had a commissioned painting to finish for a meeting the following morning. There was no way he'd be finished before six...which was about five hours from now. All of this meant one thing--Brian was on Muppet duty. A fate worse than death.
"So...how do you want to spend your afternoon off?"
Three hour later found Brian seated across from Gus, the dining room table between them. Gus had two cards clutched in his hands and a pile of Cheerios in front of him. Brian looked down at his three remaining circles and sneered. Somewhere along the way, he'd begun losing to a ten year old. Not just any ten year old, mind you. It had to be his son. He offered up an expression halfway between a smirk and a sneer. Gus was quite the card shark.
"I'll raise you two Cheerios," Gus said, sliding them into the center of the table.
Brian looked down at his circles and back to the pot. He couldn't make the small blind next round so he shrugged and tossed the last of his 'chips' into the center.
The game had begun simply enough. They'd started with Black Jack because the concept seemed easy enough--get as close to twenty-one as you could. But then Gus had begun using his fingers to add up numbers and that had taken the fun out of it. This had lead to a tutorial on poker. Brian should have known something was up because the kid had picked up the rules to Texas Hold 'Em a little too easily. Then again, it was his kid.
Gus flipped over his cards a beat after Brian did. Brian watched Gus turn The River and claim the last of the Cheerios-made-chips with a triumphant smile on his face. This was the exact moment Justin decided to come home.
"Brian?"
"We're over here," Gus replied.
Justin eyed Brian, disbelief written across his face as Gus began shuffling the cards with practiced ease.
"You're playing poker?" Voice dripping with disapproval.
Brian raised an eyebrow. It's not like he was giving the kid drugs or letting him run with scissors. Instead of responding verbally, he offered a 'Yeah. I did. So what face?' in response.
"The kid's a fucking genius. Learned how to play in an afternoon."
Justin snorted, loosening his scarf as he approached; he wanted to be close enough to fully appreciate the reaction to what he was about to say.
"Yeah. Four weeks ago when Hunter taught him."
Brian's eyes narrowed at the suddenly red-faced, giggly boy. It wasn't often that Brian Kinney got outwitted, but the fact that his own kid was the perpetrator threw him. Then again, he was a Kinney. Brian's lips quirked into a small smile and he ruffled Gus' hair.
"Good one, Muppet."
fanfic100: 58/100 [.49 Club]
BTW: This is my first foray into this fandom, and it's unbetaed.
Feedback--concrit included--is appreciated.
Games
Sydney Alexis
Somewhere along the line, someone should have mentioned the fact that asking Brian Kinney to baby-sit on no notice wasn't a wise proposition, but it was late in the day and Lindsay was desperate.
Gus had 'accidentally' forgotten to mention to his mother that today was, in fact, a half-day because of teacher in-service. So, a harried looking Lindsay had shown up at Kinnetik, dropped off Gus, and left before Brian had even registered he'd been saddled with a kid.
He looked from his computer, which was plastered with pictures of half-naked men for the next Dandy Lube ad campaign, to the wide-eyed little imp who was staring at them. Gus wrinkled up his nose, considering them the way that Justin does when he's looking at a piece of art...or ass. Finally, he turned to address his father.
"Jeez, Dad, why don't you just come out and say what you're thinking; you wouldn't fuck without the proper protection so why drive without it?"
Brian smiled. The catch phrase was almost usable. This was one of the many many methods that Gus had employed to wrap Brian around his little finger.
Brian looked between the clock on his computer screen to his appointment book and back to the little boy that was quietly sitting in the chair opposite of him, legs dangling over the edge. Lindsay had an opening at the gallery. Melanie was in court. Justin had a commissioned painting to finish for a meeting the following morning. There was no way he'd be finished before six...which was about five hours from now. All of this meant one thing--Brian was on Muppet duty. A fate worse than death.
"So...how do you want to spend your afternoon off?"
Three hour later found Brian seated across from Gus, the dining room table between them. Gus had two cards clutched in his hands and a pile of Cheerios in front of him. Brian looked down at his three remaining circles and sneered. Somewhere along the way, he'd begun losing to a ten year old. Not just any ten year old, mind you. It had to be his son. He offered up an expression halfway between a smirk and a sneer. Gus was quite the card shark.
"I'll raise you two Cheerios," Gus said, sliding them into the center of the table.
Brian looked down at his circles and back to the pot. He couldn't make the small blind next round so he shrugged and tossed the last of his 'chips' into the center.
The game had begun simply enough. They'd started with Black Jack because the concept seemed easy enough--get as close to twenty-one as you could. But then Gus had begun using his fingers to add up numbers and that had taken the fun out of it. This had lead to a tutorial on poker. Brian should have known something was up because the kid had picked up the rules to Texas Hold 'Em a little too easily. Then again, it was his kid.
Gus flipped over his cards a beat after Brian did. Brian watched Gus turn The River and claim the last of the Cheerios-made-chips with a triumphant smile on his face. This was the exact moment Justin decided to come home.
"Brian?"
"We're over here," Gus replied.
Justin eyed Brian, disbelief written across his face as Gus began shuffling the cards with practiced ease.
"You're playing poker?" Voice dripping with disapproval.
Brian raised an eyebrow. It's not like he was giving the kid drugs or letting him run with scissors. Instead of responding verbally, he offered a 'Yeah. I did. So what face?' in response.
"The kid's a fucking genius. Learned how to play in an afternoon."
Justin snorted, loosening his scarf as he approached; he wanted to be close enough to fully appreciate the reaction to what he was about to say.
"Yeah. Four weeks ago when Hunter taught him."
Brian's eyes narrowed at the suddenly red-faced, giggly boy. It wasn't often that Brian Kinney got outwitted, but the fact that his own kid was the perpetrator threw him. Then again, he was a Kinney. Brian's lips quirked into a small smile and he ruffled Gus' hair.
"Good one, Muppet."
fanfic100: 58/100 [.49 Club]