#46, PG: "Just Another Tequila Sunrise."
Title: Just Another Tequila Sunrise
Author:
phinnia
Content: two pair
Rating: PG
Challenge: #46, 'leisure suite' (feist) - 293 words and a ridiculously long time
Notes: I seem to be perpetually running one week behind. Eventually I might even catch up.
The first night of their supposed family vacation the twins drank cognac in the resort lounge and talked about the parental detente between themselves. Well, Sander drank cognac, and Tieunis drank that peculiar brand of Greek ouzo he'd developed a taste for when he was loafing around Athens, and occasionally they got their glasses mixed up for a swallow or two - an event which usually left Tieunis happier than Sander.
The whole thing was unplanned, of course; they just happened to be in the same place more or less at the same time, with empty glasses and overflowing minds, and the inevitable flow of conversation drifted toward their parents' momentary reconciliation. Sander would have said it was psychic twin flashes, but he knew better.
"They've been doing this kind of shit for years, I don't see why they're worried about us." Tieunis crunched an icecube between his teeth.
Sander unbuttoned his cuffs and loosened his tie, leaning back in his chair. He looked, Tieunis thought, like a queer mafioso with his feet up on the edge of the table; Thom had woven a rainbow ribbon through the bumps and tucks of his braid, and that more than anything was proof that his brother had mellowed. "Because Mom is Mom and she worries about everything. If she didn't, she wouldn't be Mom."
"True."
They sat quietly for a while, watching the sun sink into the ocean. A dark pair of familiar shadows trailed across the beach.
"Aww, they're even holding hands again, like they did when we were little." Tieunis marvelled. "Aren't they cute? Just like one of those diamond ads."
"It won't last." Sander shrugged. "It never does."
"I know. But they're cute anyway."
Author:
phinniaContent: two pair
Rating: PG
Challenge: #46, 'leisure suite' (feist) - 293 words and a ridiculously long time
Notes: I seem to be perpetually running one week behind. Eventually I might even catch up.
The first night of their supposed family vacation the twins drank cognac in the resort lounge and talked about the parental detente between themselves. Well, Sander drank cognac, and Tieunis drank that peculiar brand of Greek ouzo he'd developed a taste for when he was loafing around Athens, and occasionally they got their glasses mixed up for a swallow or two - an event which usually left Tieunis happier than Sander.
The whole thing was unplanned, of course; they just happened to be in the same place more or less at the same time, with empty glasses and overflowing minds, and the inevitable flow of conversation drifted toward their parents' momentary reconciliation. Sander would have said it was psychic twin flashes, but he knew better.
"They've been doing this kind of shit for years, I don't see why they're worried about us." Tieunis crunched an icecube between his teeth.
Sander unbuttoned his cuffs and loosened his tie, leaning back in his chair. He looked, Tieunis thought, like a queer mafioso with his feet up on the edge of the table; Thom had woven a rainbow ribbon through the bumps and tucks of his braid, and that more than anything was proof that his brother had mellowed. "Because Mom is Mom and she worries about everything. If she didn't, she wouldn't be Mom."
"True."
They sat quietly for a while, watching the sun sink into the ocean. A dark pair of familiar shadows trailed across the beach.
"Aww, they're even holding hands again, like they did when we were little." Tieunis marvelled. "Aren't they cute? Just like one of those diamond ads."
"It won't last." Sander shrugged. "It never does."
"I know. But they're cute anyway."
