Spike

Brian was quietly working at his computer, his nimble fingers clicking away at the keyboard trying to finish up a huge Kinnetik money making campaign. Justin came running into the office nearly sliding across the floor and shouting at the top of his lungs.
 

"He's dead! Spike is dead."
 

"I'm sorry to hear that," Brian said with not much sympathy in his voice, his eyes never wavering from his computer screen. Justin stood hands on hip and wearing an incredulous expression.
 

"You are a cruel and unfeeling person, Brian Kinney," Justin growled. Brian finally looked up at Justin only to see the angry glare projected in his direction. Brian sighed.
 

"Why am I cruel and unfeeling?"
 

"Because you don't care about Spike."
 

"Okay. I know I'll regret asking this but who or what is Spike?"
 

"His common name is a corpse flower but he's better known as an Amorphophallus titanum."
 

"You would pick a flower with the word phallus in its name," Brian snarked.
 

Ignoring Brian's comment, Justin went on. "It's a rare tropical plant that rarely blooms but when it does it smells like rotting flesh."
 

"Sounds yummy."
 

"Asshole."
 

"I was unaware that Pittsburgh was home to a dick plant," Brian remarked.
 

Justin rolled his eyes then sat in a chair. "Spike was grown at the Chicago Botanic Garden. Thousands of people have been visiting him and watching him streaming live on YouTube hoping to see him bloom."
 

"And why hasn't he?"
 

"They're not sure," Justin said with sadness. "They cut away the flower part to try to harvest the pollen if he has any." Justin sounded truly devastated.
 

"I'm sorry, Sunshine. I wish I knew a way to fix this but I'm out of my depth here." What Brian really wanted to ask was how does one get pollen out of a circumsized plant. But he thought better of it.
 

"I know, Brian, and I'm sorry for yelling at you. You've been working really hard on this last campaign and I've been bored. A friend from school sent me a link and I've been watching this plant for almost a week. Everyday I thought it was going to bloom then nothing."
 

Brian went to Justin pulling him out of his seat to give the younger man a hug.
 

"It really won't make up for a wilted weed but how about I take you to dinner. Your choice."
 

"Really?" Justin asked with a little bit more sun in his sunshine smile.
 

"Really and Kinnetik will make a nice donation to the botanical garden in Spike's name." Justin leapt into Brian's arms to show his appreciation. "So I'm not so cruel and unfeeling after all?"
 

"Not at all. You're the best," Justin said with a kiss. "I'll even overlook the dick plant crack."
 

"Very gracious of you. You ready to go to dinner?" Brian asked as he pecked Justin's nose.
 

"Ready."
 

"We'll order the finest wine and make a toast to Spike."
 

"To Spike!" Justin repeated as they left for dinner.

8/30/2015

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