Aftermath
It was a cool fall in Pittsburgh and the guys were glad for the warmth of their
fake fireplace. They were sitting on the floor of the loft enjoying the
flickering flames and the eerie shadows that leaped about the loft, illuminating
a few of the Halloween decorations which had not yet been dismantled and
returned to storage.
"You're not mad about anything that happened this Halloween, are you, Bri?"
Justin asked the guy who had encircled him with his arm and who certainly didn’t
look like he was mad about anything.
"I guess you mean 'Am I mad about you not having the decorations put away yet –
three days after the fact'?" Brian surmised.
"Nope," Justin replied quickly. "That isn't what I mean at all. You were the one
who made me and Malcolm and Hunter go crazy with a lot of extra stuff this year.
I don't know what you were trying to prove but I told you it would take a while
to get all that stuff taken apart. We'll finish it up tomorrow but I want to
remind you that you haven’t done a thing to help clean up either."
"And you wanted me to help?" Brian countered just as quickly.
"No, we didn't actually," Justin had to laugh. "We're satisfied to forego your
assistance but we're not ready for you to be mad about how long it's taking
either."
"Well then," Brian wondered, "What am I allowed to be mad about?"
"I guess it would be all right for you to be a little mad about scary movie
night," Justin allowed. "It did get a bit crowded."
"Yeah, it did," Brian agreed, "But it wasn't anybody's fault that Abelard and
his three pals from OSU showed up for Halloween. We had to invite them to come,
so I guess I shouldn't be mad about that."
"Yeah, but it used to be just you and Mikey," Justin continued, "And then me,
and then everybody else, and then this year I added Jason and Brandon and…."
"Things change, Baby," Brian philosophized, "And, you know something else, I
don't care about the other guys but I wouldn't even want to do it any more if
you weren't there."
That brought the conversation to an abrupt pause – even though it clearly was
not over, but it was over for a while.
"What did you think of Abelard's friends, Bri?" Justin eventually decided to
return to the topic under discussion.
"Well, I thought Felix and Paul were pretty much OK," Brian replied, "But I
still think it's not a good idea to have straight guys around here."
"I guess you mean Cecil," Justin was smiling. "You left him out. He wasn't
trying to be mean or obnoxious or anything. He thought he was being funny when
he climbed up on Abelard's lap."
"Yeah, he did," Brian admitted, "But straight guys have such a weird sense of
humor most of the time."
"Not like us," Justin laughed. "When they decided to come back for Gus' party
here the next night and we went out to get them costumes…."
"So I picked out a jackass suit for Cecil," Brian interrupted. "A perfect fit it
was too. And it suited him fine. Now that was really funny."
"Yeah but you also picked out the camel outfit for Abelard," Justin provoked.
"Well you never told me that Gus' favorite animal was the camel so it's your
fault," Brian complained. "I don't care if Gus liked Abelard's costume the best.
He liked my King Kong costume too – and your crazy platypus costume scared him.
Scared me too."
"I guess you don't want me to remind you who decided on a platypus costume for
me in the first place, do you?" Justin reminded him. "It certainly was not my
idea to be a platypus."
"OK, Twink," Brian seemed amused. "So this year I pick out some costumes and
maybe they don't work out all that well. So what did you expect? Brian Kinney
can't do anything right."
"Poor unappreciated Brian Kinney," Justin sympathized, with maybe mock
sincerity. "I hope we're not going to go through that old 'nobody loves me'
bit."
"Well nobody does," Brian echoed. "Seems to me sometimes like nobody does."
"Well maybe somebody does," Justin told him. "I actually think that somebody
does."
"If it's the right somebody, I guess that's OK then," Brian decided reluctantly.
Justin took some time out from the conversation at this point to try to answer
that supposition – and apparently succeeded. Again the conversation resumed
after a while.
"Nope," Brian replied to the earlier question. "I'm not mad about anything that
happened this Halloween at all. You did all the work and I got some of the
credit. It was my intention really to thank you – after you got all the
Halloween stuff put away that is – but I guess I can thank you now and if you
don't get all the stuff put away, I'll do it myself."
"You don't need to threaten me at all, Mr. Kinney," Justin told him. "We planned
to finish all that tomorrow and we will. Maybe I'll bring Jason over too just to
make sure we have enough manpower."
"Twinkpower, I think," Brian laughed. "Don't you mean twinkpower?"
"Way better than manpower, I think," Justin came back. "Twinkpower rules - and
you better know that, Kinney."
Brian just smiled at that – very possibly in agreement – and they stared for
just a few minutes at the fake flames.
"You know what, Baby," Brian resumed the chat. "If that Cecil guy comes here in
December to have us pick out Christmas gifts for him, I want you to get him some
really bad stuff. That'll fix him. Serve him right too."
"Brian Kinney," Justin remonstrated, "That is a terrible thing to suggest. Do
you think us semi-professional shoppers don't have a strong code of ethics. Well
we do. There's no way I could ever do anything like that. I will have to do my
best for Cecil, just like everybody else – even if you don't happen to like his
sense of humor. If you want Cecil to get lousy gifts, you'll have to help him
pick them out yourself."
"Sure," Brian grouched. "If I help pick them, they're sure to be bad stuff.
Brian Kinney has no taste. That's why nobody loves him."
"Gee whiz, Bri," Justin responded. "Didn't we go through that earlier in the
evening? I thought I already showed you that maybe at least one somebody loves
you."
"Maybe we did – and maybe you did," Brian told him, "But I don't think I
remember it."
"Well, I guess I'll just have to do it all over again," Justin decided. But he
didn't seem at all put off by Brian's poor memory.
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