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Mar. 25th, 2012 06:32 pmrainbow1907Title: Tulips from Amsterdam
Author:rainbow1907
Fandom: Queer As Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Word Count: 300
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, no copyright infringement intended, just playing with the boys...
Beta: Sorry, no beta on this, all mistakes are mine.
Author's Note: Written formander3_swish's birthday - Happy Birthday, Amanda !!! Beautiful banner made by soulmatejunkee.
Feedback: Yes, please! Rena
Tulips from Amsterdam
“Here.” Brian unceremoniously dropped the small brown sack in his hand on Debbie’s dinner table, right in the middle between the linguine and the bowl of marinara sauce.
“Briaaaaan! What the fuck is that?” Michael exclaimed in disgust. “We’re trying to eat here if you don’t mind.”
“Christ, Mikey, when did you turn into a prissy housewife?” Brian slapped him on the head.
“Ouch! What was that for?”
“Oooh, Brian… really?” Meanwhile Debbie had opened the bundle and cooed in obvious delight.
“You brought me tulip bulbs from your business trip to Amsterdam? Awww… thank you!”
“Yeah, amazing. And here I would have guessed he’d bring back tons of high quality weed.” Ted joked.
“Who said I didn’t?” Brian smirked, tongue-in-cheek firmly in place.
“And need I remind you who signs your monthly pay check, Theodore?”
“No, sir! How could I ever forget, oh big boss of mine.”
Ted grinned back at him.
“It’s not as if you wouldn’t do that for me on a regular basis.”
“Uh-huh… I can clearly see what a deep and long-lasting impression my threats leave on you.”
Brian pulled out his chair to sit down next to Justin.
“Nobody takes me seriously anymore,” he complained, muttering under his breath and taken completely unaware when Debbie descended on him, proceeding to hug the stuffing out of him by way of thank you.
“Shit, Debbie! Stop strangling me. And be careful with that lipstick of yours, I don’t want my drycleaners to get the wrong impression. I do have a reputation to uphold if you please.”
He cleared his throat.
“And just so that you know, these are rainbow colored tulips. The latest floricultural novelty. They’re not even out on the market yet. I hope you appreciate it. The little shits cost me a fucking fortune.”
Made bywildrosedragon
Author:
rainbow1907Fandom: Queer As Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Word Count: 300
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, no copyright infringement intended, just playing with the boys...
Beta: Sorry, no beta on this, all mistakes are mine.
Author's Note: Written for
mander3_swish's birthday - Happy Birthday, Amanda !!! Beautiful banner made by soulmatejunkee.Feedback: Yes, please! Rena
Tulips from Amsterdam
“Here.” Brian unceremoniously dropped the small brown sack in his hand on Debbie’s dinner table, right in the middle between the linguine and the bowl of marinara sauce.
“Briaaaaan! What the fuck is that?” Michael exclaimed in disgust. “We’re trying to eat here if you don’t mind.”
“Christ, Mikey, when did you turn into a prissy housewife?” Brian slapped him on the head.
“Ouch! What was that for?”
“Oooh, Brian… really?” Meanwhile Debbie had opened the bundle and cooed in obvious delight.
“You brought me tulip bulbs from your business trip to Amsterdam? Awww… thank you!”
“Yeah, amazing. And here I would have guessed he’d bring back tons of high quality weed.” Ted joked.
“Who said I didn’t?” Brian smirked, tongue-in-cheek firmly in place.
“And need I remind you who signs your monthly pay check, Theodore?”
“No, sir! How could I ever forget, oh big boss of mine.”
Ted grinned back at him.
“It’s not as if you wouldn’t do that for me on a regular basis.”
“Uh-huh… I can clearly see what a deep and long-lasting impression my threats leave on you.”
Brian pulled out his chair to sit down next to Justin.
“Nobody takes me seriously anymore,” he complained, muttering under his breath and taken completely unaware when Debbie descended on him, proceeding to hug the stuffing out of him by way of thank you.
“Shit, Debbie! Stop strangling me. And be careful with that lipstick of yours, I don’t want my drycleaners to get the wrong impression. I do have a reputation to uphold if you please.”
He cleared his throat.
“And just so that you know, these are rainbow colored tulips. The latest floricultural novelty. They’re not even out on the market yet. I hope you appreciate it. The little shits cost me a fucking fortune.”
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wildrosedragon
