Brigit's Flame -- "Ranch"
Prompt: "ranch"
Word Count: 327
Warnings: language
Author's Note: ...hmm.
"RANCH"
Victor drummed his fingers on the rail. “You know what I hate?”
Darren coaxed his bubblegum into a perfectly round, expanding sphere. Spread too thin in moments, it quite predictably popped, and he began peeling his newfound, scented second skin off of his cheeks.
“Everything?” he supplied.
Vic folded his arms on the fence and leaned on it, chewing his lip. “Yeah,” he conceded, “but you know what I hate specifically?”
“I’m sure I can’t imagine,” Darren told the strings of gum curving between his chin and his fingertips.
“Try.”
Darren looked at Vic askance, meaningfully, and the other man’s impatience got the better of him right on cue. He kicked at the tuft of yellowish grass beside the fencepost and answered his own question with characteristic vitriol:
“Fuckin’ My Little Pony.”
Darren paused in extricating himself from his rubbery pink prison to look at Victor properly.
Vic knocked the brim of his hat with one knuckle, tipping it back to a more acceptable angle.
“It’s a fuckin’ travesty,” he said. “Makes little girls think horses are all about purple manes and butterflies and shit.”
Darren didn’t remember there being too many butterflies involved in the My Little Pony franchise, but he had long since discovered that it was wiser not to interrupt a Vic Brand Tirade.
“So what are they gonna do when there is shit?” Vic challenged the open field before them. “When there’s shoeing and feeding, and when they get a hoof in the face if they try to tie braids in some pony’s tail?”
Darren had succeeded in getting the majority of the gum back into his mouth where it belonged.
“Learn?” he hazarded.
Vic scowled at the feathery clouds straggling across the sky. “You think a girl who’s willing to believe that horses’ tails come in purple’s gonna learn?”
“I think anybody would,” Darren replied, “once she got a hoof in her face.”
Vic muttered, and Darren blew another bubble and smiled.
Word Count: 327
Warnings: language
Author's Note: ...hmm.
"RANCH"
Victor drummed his fingers on the rail. “You know what I hate?”
Darren coaxed his bubblegum into a perfectly round, expanding sphere. Spread too thin in moments, it quite predictably popped, and he began peeling his newfound, scented second skin off of his cheeks.
“Everything?” he supplied.
Vic folded his arms on the fence and leaned on it, chewing his lip. “Yeah,” he conceded, “but you know what I hate specifically?”
“I’m sure I can’t imagine,” Darren told the strings of gum curving between his chin and his fingertips.
“Try.”
Darren looked at Vic askance, meaningfully, and the other man’s impatience got the better of him right on cue. He kicked at the tuft of yellowish grass beside the fencepost and answered his own question with characteristic vitriol:
“Fuckin’ My Little Pony.”
Darren paused in extricating himself from his rubbery pink prison to look at Victor properly.
Vic knocked the brim of his hat with one knuckle, tipping it back to a more acceptable angle.
“It’s a fuckin’ travesty,” he said. “Makes little girls think horses are all about purple manes and butterflies and shit.”
Darren didn’t remember there being too many butterflies involved in the My Little Pony franchise, but he had long since discovered that it was wiser not to interrupt a Vic Brand Tirade.
“So what are they gonna do when there is shit?” Vic challenged the open field before them. “When there’s shoeing and feeding, and when they get a hoof in the face if they try to tie braids in some pony’s tail?”
Darren had succeeded in getting the majority of the gum back into his mouth where it belonged.
“Learn?” he hazarded.
Vic scowled at the feathery clouds straggling across the sky. “You think a girl who’s willing to believe that horses’ tails come in purple’s gonna learn?”
“I think anybody would,” Darren replied, “once she got a hoof in her face.”
Vic muttered, and Darren blew another bubble and smiled.