5 Drabbles Series, if you will.
Title: Over Indulgent Drabble Series
Warnings: F word gets thrown around a bit. But it's Brian, what did you expect?
And the condom goes too ... I have five. They are all 100 words. I will give three to Brian and two to Justin.
"That new account executive has a fucking attitude." He lit a cigarette, looking at Justin.
"And?" Justin smirked.
"And I don't need her shit."
"You just don't like her because she's so much like you."
"The only thing we have in common is…"
Justin broke out into a full-on grin. "Everything. I know."
"We have a meeting," she walked in, interrupting, and looking Brian directly in the eye. "Did you forget?"
"No," he snaps. "I didn't."
"You can thank me later for landing the new account."
"It wasn't you."
"Yes it was, I'm brilliant." She walked off without another word.
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"She thinks she's better than I am." Brian took a long drink and looked over at Michael. "Better than me? Can you believe that? I single-handedly put together one of the most successful firms in the nation and this freshly graduated muncher thinks she fucking knows more than me."
Michael rolled his eyes. "You said she was the best."
"I never said she was better than me."
"You said she was qualified. I heard you raving about her two weeks ago."
"That was before she showed up and started fucking bossing me around!" Brian slammed his empty cup down.
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"So you're telling me that you're actually going?" Brian looked at Justin with what could only be called a mixture of shock and disgust.
"Her girlfriend works for you too, Brian. In the art department. Which, I should remind you, I am the director of. Why wouldn't I go?"
"Because it's just another set of lesbians. Do we really need more lesbians in our life?"
"You like them. Both of them, just admit it." Justin put on his jacket. "Let's go."
"Fine." Brian sighed, following behind Justin. "But if they ask for sperm? I'm leaving."
"No dinner party gifts, either."
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Clearly he had underestimated the taste and class of the librarian-glasses wearing brunette who was gunning for his position at the top of the advertising world. Not only was their house well decorated, it was well decorated to the standard of Brian Kinney.
Justin looked over, quickly noting Brian's lack of disapproval. "Told you, she's just like you." He whispered in Brian's ear.
He watched as she kissed the other woman quickly, handing her a glass of wine.
"Not, just." He cringed.
"I think it's sweet," Justin smiled, grabbing Brian's hand.
"You would," Brian sighed, not pulling his hand away.
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"In the goddamn supply closet, Justin!" Brian screamed.
Justin smirked up at him. "I did tell Sarah the best places around here."
"Don't fucking encourage them!"
"Oh please, Brian, we've fucked in every room in this building. It isn't like it's a holy place of worship."
Brian rolled his lips into his mouth, before speaking very slowly. "It's my building. I can fuck anywhere I want. She doesn't own a piece of this company."
"She might, if you don't watch out." Justin snorted.
"When I can't sleep tonight, because I'm scarred, you better be up for a long fucking night."
Warnings: F word gets thrown around a bit. But it's Brian, what did you expect?
And the condom goes too ... I have five. They are all 100 words. I will give three to Brian and two to Justin.
"That new account executive has a fucking attitude." He lit a cigarette, looking at Justin.
"And?" Justin smirked.
"And I don't need her shit."
"You just don't like her because she's so much like you."
"The only thing we have in common is…"
Justin broke out into a full-on grin. "Everything. I know."
"We have a meeting," she walked in, interrupting, and looking Brian directly in the eye. "Did you forget?"
"No," he snaps. "I didn't."
"You can thank me later for landing the new account."
"It wasn't you."
"Yes it was, I'm brilliant." She walked off without another word.
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"She thinks she's better than I am." Brian took a long drink and looked over at Michael. "Better than me? Can you believe that? I single-handedly put together one of the most successful firms in the nation and this freshly graduated muncher thinks she fucking knows more than me."
Michael rolled his eyes. "You said she was the best."
"I never said she was better than me."
"You said she was qualified. I heard you raving about her two weeks ago."
"That was before she showed up and started fucking bossing me around!" Brian slammed his empty cup down.
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"So you're telling me that you're actually going?" Brian looked at Justin with what could only be called a mixture of shock and disgust.
"Her girlfriend works for you too, Brian. In the art department. Which, I should remind you, I am the director of. Why wouldn't I go?"
"Because it's just another set of lesbians. Do we really need more lesbians in our life?"
"You like them. Both of them, just admit it." Justin put on his jacket. "Let's go."
"Fine." Brian sighed, following behind Justin. "But if they ask for sperm? I'm leaving."
"No dinner party gifts, either."
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Clearly he had underestimated the taste and class of the librarian-glasses wearing brunette who was gunning for his position at the top of the advertising world. Not only was their house well decorated, it was well decorated to the standard of Brian Kinney.
Justin looked over, quickly noting Brian's lack of disapproval. "Told you, she's just like you." He whispered in Brian's ear.
He watched as she kissed the other woman quickly, handing her a glass of wine.
"Not, just." He cringed.
"I think it's sweet," Justin smiled, grabbing Brian's hand.
"You would," Brian sighed, not pulling his hand away.
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"In the goddamn supply closet, Justin!" Brian screamed.
Justin smirked up at him. "I did tell Sarah the best places around here."
"Don't fucking encourage them!"
"Oh please, Brian, we've fucked in every room in this building. It isn't like it's a holy place of worship."
Brian rolled his lips into his mouth, before speaking very slowly. "It's my building. I can fuck anywhere I want. She doesn't own a piece of this company."
"She might, if you don't watch out." Justin snorted.
"When I can't sleep tonight, because I'm scarred, you better be up for a long fucking night."