My Homesick Sonny Boy

"Justin, wake up."

"Are we home?"

"No, baby, we've been re-routed."

"What? Something happen?"

"Yeah, sort of. Don't get upset, some mechanical trouble and they don't want to take any chances so we're going to Louisiana."

"Louisiana?"

"Yes."

"New Orleans?"

"No such luck, Shreveport."

"Shreveport?! Where the fuck is Shreveport?"

"I have no fucking clue but we're stuck there for a while."

"Shit. Are we transferring to another plane?"

"Nope, we get to spend the night."

"Fuck!"

"Shh, little boys need to be very polite, quiet and very well behaved."

"Brian, I think that goes for big boys as well."

"I think you're right. As soon as we land I'll call our travel agent and get a room."

"Can we get something to eat?"

"I told you to pick up some snacks before we left Florida but nooo, you had to argue with me."

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to get on the plane and go home."

"I know Sunshine, me too. It's been a long three weeks."

"Yes, but we got the account."

"You got us the account. I knew the client hated the original presentation. Thank the gods your pretty little head came up with that gang buster alternative. It was perfect, you clenched it."

"Well, you thought up that new slogan. I guess we're just meant to be partners."

"No arguments from me."

"That's a first."

"Don't push it Sunshine. We're landing, you grab the bags while I figure out where we're staying."

"Okay Bri."

"And remember..."

"Best behavior."

"Yeah, if we ever want to get out of here in one piece. Don't think this town is very fag friendly. I keep hearing the music to Deliverance in my head."

"You mean...?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, OH. I really want to go home."

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"Well, I have some good news and some bad. Which do you want first?"

"Ah, the good."

"I found us a hotel."

"That is good, and the bad?"

"It's not close to the airport, about 15-20 minutes. All the close hotels are booked solid, some convention's going on. Probably the `Stamp Out Fags Society' annual meeting."

"Brian, a room is a room."

"Good boy. Our agent is working on an alternative route back home. She'll fax us the itinerary at the hotel. Let's grab a cab."

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*Oh, jees he's asleep again, this boy can sleep anywhere.* "Wake up Justin, we're here."

"Home?"

"No, Sonny Boy. Hotel, Louisiana, plane trouble, remember?"

"Oh, yeah, I remember. Hey, what kind of hotel is this? It looks like an office building."

"Guess we'll find out."

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"Good evening sir and welcome to the Clarion."

"Thank you. I called a while ago, Kinney, Brian Kinney."

"Yes sir, we have your reservation, double for you and your son."

"My son?"

"Yes sir."

"Yes, my son." *sigh*

*giggle*

"We'll need a credit card sir."

"Sure."

"Ooo, she's lovely."

"Hmm?"

"Your wife. I see your son takes after his momma."

"My wife?"

"The picture in your wallet. Same blond hair, same blue eyes.  She's lovely."

"Oh yes, my wife. Thank you."

*giggles*

"Here you go sir, room 305."

"Thank you, oh I'm expecting a fax from my travel agent."

"We'll call your room when it arrives."

"Thanks."

"Hope you and your son enjoy your stay."

"I'm sure we will. Come along Sonny Boy."

"Yes...Dad."

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"Here's our floor and you can stop giggling now."

"Oh god, Brian, that was too funny. She thought I was your son, that you're old enough to have me as a son!"

"Hardly, asshole. You just look like a twelve year old."

"Fuck. You."

"Language, Sonny Boy, language."

"Brian, it's hotter than hell in this hall. I hope the air conditioning in our room works better than this."

"Me too. Outside feels like the baths. I need a shower. Here we are, 305."

"Whoa, it's freezing in here."

"Wonderful climate control they have here."

"You are being sarcastic, aren't you?"

"Damn right. See if you can adjust that thing. That's all I need is pneumonia."

"Big drama queen. Want company in the shower?"

"This bathroom is about the size of a postage stamp, don't think we'd both fit."

"Shit."

"Oh fuck me!"

"What is it?"

"Look, I'm taller than the shower head. What is this, the munchkin hotel? No giggling, Justin."

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"You feel better now?"

"Yeah, once I got the hang of showering without knocking my teeth out and there's plenty of hot water."

"Cool. The front desk called, your fax is here."

"Good, I'll go get it. I'll see if the dining room is still open."

"Good idea. I really need to eat. I'll take a quick shower."

"You do that, I'll be back in a minute."

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"Justin, I'm back. Justin? Hey, you in the bathroom?"

"Mmm."

"Shit! What happened?"

"Don't know. I think the water was too hot, the handle sticks. I got a little dizzy."

"Between hunger, lack of sleep and this humidity, it's a wonder you haven't passed out sooner. The dining room is open but frankly the menu is not very impressive. I found out that there's a Tony Roma's near by. We can cab it and you can have a nice juicy steak or a thick burger."

"Brian, at this point, I'd kill for a bowl of oatmeal."

"That sound's yummy. Get dressed, I'll call the front desk for a taxi."

"Okay, Dad."

"Bitch."

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"How's your hockey puck?"

"It's delicious and it's well done."

"Well done? Justin, it needs an urn."

"And I'm surprised that your steak hasn't gotten up off your plate. I can hear it mooing. What are you, a vampire? Jees, there's enough blood on your plate for a transfusion."

"I like rare."

"Rare! That's not rare, that's raw."

"And you thought I'd never do it raw."

"That's sick."

"Mind your manners Sonny Boy. Don't talk back to your elders."

"Yes, Daddy."

"You will be punished."

"Promises, promises."

"Wait till I get you home."

"Home. So when do we go home?"

"Tomorrow. We fly to Atlanta then back to Pittsburgh."

"Can we stay home for a while?"

"Home sick?"

"A little. Don't get me wrong. I love traveling and working with you. I'm impressed by how you worked that client but the next time we go away, I'd prefer it be for a vacation."

"Me too. And you impressed me, Justin. Once you met the client and got a feel for his product, your preliminary sketch blew him away.  It was genius."

"No, your slogan was genius. It sparked my imagination."

"Let's face it, Sunshine, we're a partnership made in heaven."

"Or rejected by hell."

"That too. You want dessert?"

"Nah, too tired. Let's go back to the hotel. You want to get a drink at their bar?"

"I could go for one but none for you, Sonny Boy."

"Huh? Why? Aw, shit. No giggling, Daddy."

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"Justin, Justin, time to wake up."

"Five more minutes, please?"

"Come on little boy. Let's see if we can squeeze into that pint sized shower. I need a little blond boy fix before we get back on another plane."

"I'm up!"

"Thought you'd might be."

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"Did you and your boy enjoy your stay?"

"Very satisfying."

"I'm so pleased to hear it. Ya'll come back now and visit us again."

"We'll be sure to do that."

"Come on Dad, the taxi's here."

"Sonny Boy, you will get yours."

"As long as I get it at home, Dad, I'm really looking forward to it."

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