Notes: So, I wrote this whole thing
out, and then I realized that, as a scene, it was pretty much unnecessary. One of the perils of writing a serial story
is that it has the tendency to get away from me: some parts become elongated
while others are truncated, and the Boston storyline has definitely been drawn
out beyond where I originally envisioned it.
I just like having the two of them together so much…
Anyway, consider this part a deleted
scene. If I ever put this whole thing
together as a real book, this part probably wouldn’t make the final cut, as it
doesn’t really propel the story forward.
But fuck it, it was still fun to write.
Also, if you’re looking for something
a little more substantial today, have I got the story for you! My Love Has No Boundaries story, You Get Full Credit For Being Alive, is
available as of this morning on the Goodreads M/M group’s page! You can find it
here. It’s over a hundred pages of I-Swear-I’m-A-Retired-Assassin
Justin, the Cop-Who-Lived Shawn, Della the Dog and Margot,
She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Fucked-With. All of
it free. Please go, read, leave a
comment and tell me what you think. It
isn’t available for download yet (I still have to get a cover made, Storm Moon
Press is too busy to help me out this year) but will be soon. I was so pleased to get the prompt, and happy
to offer up more free content to readers.
Thanks for your support, guys.
Title:
Love Letters
Deleted
Scene: Trivia Night
***
The rest of his stay in Boston
was mixed, as far as Ben was concerned. Now that Ryan was aware of how little
Ben liked the crowds and the commotion, he went out of his way finding ways for
them to avoid it, even when his roommates asked. That, in turn, made them uncomfortable, and
so nobody got to be very happy for a while.
“Not even for Friday Night Trivia?”
Lennie cajoled, her callused sculptor’s hands clasped together as though she
was a little angel. “Come on, trivia at
the bar is fun! How are we going to win
if you aren’t there to help us?”
“We never win,” Ryan pointed
out, but Ben could see he was weakening.
“Tonight could be the first
time! Especially if Ben comes.” She turned to look at Ben. “It’s totally fine, we’ll get our own table
and you can be as nonverbal as you want unless you know the answer to
something.” The edge of her smile was
just a bit hard; she and Ryan had had a discussion about Ben that had ended
with Lennie feeling put upon, and she was letting him know that now in a
cheerful, passive-aggressive way.
“Knock it off,” Ryan warned her. “Ben doesn’t have to do anything. But maybe I could come with you for a while…” His voice trailed off, clearly torn.
“I’ll go with you.” Ben felt a little guilty for waiting for so
long to say it, but honestly, and it hurt him to think this, he was never going
to be great friends with Lennie or Grant.
She was too bright and loud, he was too taciturn and laissez-faire. Ben was warming up to Jasmine, and he thought
the feeling was mutual, but it was too early to say whether or not they’d ever
be more than acquaintances brought together by Ryan’s proximity. “Although I warn you, if it’s not history or
literature I’m terrible at trivia.”
“Sometimes they ask history questions!”
Lennie said with a grin, her moment of pique forgotten in the happiness of
winning. “Come on, we need to go if
we’re going to be there on time.” She
turned and jumped on Grant’s back, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Onward, my trusty steed!” Grant rolled his eyes but obligingly cantered
out the door.
“Thanks,” Ryan said softly,
kissing the edge of Ben’s mouth. “I’ll
go grab our jackets and the gear.” He
disappeared into the bedroom and Jasmine came over to Ben’s side, shaking out
her braids.
“Nice of you,” she commented.
“Despite what you might think,
I’m actually not trying to be a bastard,” Ben said dryly.
“Yeah, I know. Lennie can be a little much even for me, and
I’ve known her for years.” Jasmine
slipped on a pair of heels that put her at Ben’s height just as Ryan came back
out with their jackets. “Trivia night is
a weekly ritual for us, it’s nice of you to play along.”
“Yes it is,” Ryan agreed,
holding out Ben’s jacket and then taking his arm once he had it on. Ben had never thought he’d get used to
someone taking his arm, as though he were a gentleman from Victorian England,
but Ben did it without thinking. Jasmine
grabbed onto his other arm, her hold identical, and the pair of them smiled
twin smiles. It was a little intimidating,
honestly.
“We can explain the other
rituals on the way there,” Jasmine said as they walked down the stairs.
“What other rituals?”
Apparently there were a lot of them. The canvas bag of “gear,” for one thing. Regular teams at Cityside Bar’s trivia night
all had names and themes, and Ryan’s team, being full of artists, was called
the Artful Dodgers. As soon as they sat down, Ryan handed everyone a slender
paintbrush, which they stuck behind their ears or in their hair. Ben let Ryan playfully tuck one behind his
own ear, delivered with a kiss before he went after a set of colored pencils.
Among the other established teams was a
group of engineers, mostly older men and women, who called themselves the
Mighty Pocket Protectors, complete with actual pocket protectors on
display. A band of science fiction
lovers went by Team Trafalmadore, and each one of them had an eye drawn in the
center of one of their hands. There were
a group of young women in business suits who called themselves Team Binder Full
of Women, and a group of young men were the Wet Dream Catchers. Those two teams in particular seemed to like
annoying each other, shouting insults back and forth across the floor as the crusty
old guy in charge of it all handed out answer sheets and pencils and yelled for
people to “Put your fuckin’ phones away, goddammit, if I catch anyone on your
team googlin’ the goddamn answer I’m gonna throw your whole fuckin’ team out!”
“Mark’s serious,” Lennie told them as
she brought back a tray full of beers (there were perks to being a bartender at
this place the rest of the time). “He
banned the Protectors from trivia for a month when one of them tried to play
off the Google Glasses he was betaing as bifocals. And the Vulcans still haven’t been let back
in since Mark caught them hiding Bluetooth earpieces under their prosthetics.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Lennie launched into a story about how the
Vulcans had been found out after they’d answered a question that really, none
of them should have known. “I mean, Cossacks? They’re all, like, Communications majors, how
would they know about marauding Russian cavalrymen?” Ben sat and listened and drank his beer, and
wondered how soon it would be over.
Eventually the game began. The categories, as far as Ben could tell,
were across-the-board random. They
started with Americana, and had five minutes to answer five questions: what was
the first state of the union, what was the last state to enter the union, what
was the number of signatures on the Declaration of Independence, what was the nineteenth
Constitutional amendment, and who was the fifth person in line to be president?
Everyone at the table looked hopefully
at Ben. “You got this, right?” Grant
asked.
“Uh…yeah.” Ben reached for the pencil and Ryan passed
him an answer sheet. It had a green
dragon drawn in the corner.
“I get itchy fingers,” Ryan explained
with a smile. “So…answers?”
“Right.” Ben tapped the pencil to his lower lip, then
wrote, Delaware, Hawaii, 56, women get
the right to vote, the Secretary of State.
He sat back and handed the paper around.
“Oh, seriously? I should have known the amendment one,”
Jasmine muttered. “I did know number
two, though.”
“I didn’t know any of these,” Lennie said happily.
“This is awesome! We’re going to
kill it tonight!”
It was nice to feel needed, Ben
admitted. It wasn’t quite so nice for
their table to be called out for “blatant cheating” as the answers were
tallied, however.
“Lennie, what the fuck is your group
playing at?” Mark yelled across the room.
All eyes fell on them. “You’re
artists, not historians!”
“Ryan’s boyfriend is on our team
tonight, he’s a historian!” Lennie crowed triumphantly, pointing at Ben. He kind of wanted to sink into the booth.
“Historian, huh?” Mark squinted at Ben. “Professor?”
“I’m a writer, actually.”
“You write anything good?”
Ben shrugged a little. “Uh…Liberty
or Death.”
The man’s eyes widened. “Really?
DeWitt then, are you?” Ben
nodded. “Great book. We’ve got ourselves a genuine celebrity here
tonight, you fucks, let’s try not to scare him off.”
And now everyone was staring at their
table. Lennie was laughing and Ryan was
giggling and Grant looked as imperturbable as ever, and only Jasmine had the
sense to push Ben’s beer a little closer and say, “Just ignore it, honey.”
The Artful Dodgers did better at trivia
than they usually did that night. Not
well enough to win: Boston was a town that knew its sports, and their group
fell down on the exotic car logo round as well.
Really, who had ever heard of a SEAT before? Who even knew that the Spanish made
cars? But they cleaned up in pop culture
references, literature (just the first lines of the books were given, and they
had to name the title and the author) and, unsurprisingly, mixed drinks. Only the Pocket Protectors beat them in the
end, and Team Binders Full of Women were close behind.
Better yet, it was actually fun. Ben had expected to bear it for Ryan’s sake,
to be as gracious as he could while fervently wishing he was
somewhere—anywhere—else. But once he got
over being annoyed, once he let go a bit, he was surprised to find that he
actually enjoyed it. The second place
prize didn’t hurt either.
“Cityside shot glasses!” Lennie grabbed them from behind the bar and
passed them around. “And they come with
some complimentary Jameson, yummy.” They
threw their drinks back simultaneously, and the liquor was smooth and warm as
it slid down Ben’s throat. Ryan was
snuggled up against his side, looking beyond pleased, and that coupled with the
satisfaction of doing well was enough to wash away the last of Ben’s reserve.
“Let’s have another round,” Ben said to
Lennie. “On me, if you’ll go get it.”
“Done!” Lennie announced, going back to
grab the bottle.
“I like you when you’re drunk,” Grant
observed.
“I like you all the time,” Ryan said
softly in Ben’s ear.
“I like you when you buy me drinks,”
Jasmine chimed in. Lennie came back and
refilled the glasses, and Jasmine captured Ben’s eyes. “Cheers.”
“Cheers.”
This was a nice little scene :-) I know its not really furthering the action but its sweet nonetheless. :-)
ReplyDeleteI went over to Goodreads first thing this morning to check for new stories and was excited that yours finally posted. Its really well done! I noticed by this afternoon lots more compliments had rolled in :-) For someone who was uncomfortable with contemporary stories a few months ago you have done a fabulous job adjusting :-) Lol I hope you will do more in the future.