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[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles had spread out a blanket and had grabbed a couple bottles of booze, including the expensive-as-hell one. He'd also gathered driftwood and built a fairly impressive little fire between them and the water. It was really just to keep himself busy, since as much as he said it didn't bother him, and as much as he'd been playing it cool

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[cheevy]

Miniver smiles as he hands the photo back.

"He's beautiful. So's she. You're a good man, doing that for him." He means it. He obviously already thought very highly of his lover, but his opinion of him has just gone up significantly.

He leans over and kisses him.

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles stuck the photo back in his wallet and kissed Miniver as he put it away.

"I ain't that great, I'm just fuckin' responsible. You'd be surprised how many gaddamn deadbeats are around that won't even do that fer their kids. I mean, it ain't like I'm at a loss fer money or whatever, but every little bit helps. The press don't really know about the kid, but they were a bit surprised when I publicly stated the issue about deadbeat dads."

He leaned back on his elbows. "See, I never had that problem growin' up, my dad and mom were always together, still are fer all I know. But you gotta have that kinda solidarity, and if you don't, you'd better be able to at least do what you can to be responsible and help the lady out. It's fuckin' manners, really."

[cheevy]

Miniver sprawls across Pickles' lap.

"I ever tell you about my folks?"

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles nodded, then shrugged, smiling slightly as he finished off the non-pricey whiskey, setting the empty bottle aside.

"Told me that they were kinda deadbeats, themselves. Too young to really take care'a you, stuff like that."

[cheevy]

"Yeah. Dad wasn't really around much. You'd hardly know mom was married, for all the time he spent with us. He'd go off to the City for days, sometimes weeks at a time. I know he had a job, because whenever he DID come back, he brought money, but I can't honestly tell you for certain what he did. I think he might have been in construction or something, maybe. Mom made a little cash waitressing and doing people's hair now and then, but we were dirt poor and job options were limited. Most of my clothes came from the Salvation Army and church sales when I was a kid. Oh, and my mom was a raging lunatic."

Miniver grabs another cheap bottle and opens it.

"They were young. Both teenagers when I was born. I know dad finished high school, but I'm not sure mom ever did. Life got in the way, like it did with me. Dad got me the factory job and found me a place to rent when I was 16, then they both disappeared. I know they split up, but I never heard where either of them went after they left Beacon."