Thursday, December 30, 2010

in the quick sand

Izzy thought the holidays must make everyone giddy. He couldn't remember such shared happiness in a long while. It was good to be the center of attention. He supposed. More like, it was a bit of a pow pow, he hoped, to get shoppers interested in the shop. He talked it up, quite a bit. What the shop had to offer. The latest trends. But drink after drink, there was less talk of where he worked and what he liked in last year's fashion. It was a bit sad.

Izzy kept clearing his throat. He'd watch Dev catch his eye ever so often. Then he noticed the redhead Dev was paying attention too. It was upsetting. But this was what Dev did as a bartender. Izzy kept staring wondering how he'd react if he was still full of girl parts instead of guy part. It didn't matter. It was just shitty.

Izzy turned mad. Well, not insane so much. But more of a mad competition. Well, he'd just show him. He'd just show him, he had the birds flocking around him.Of course, he hadn't a clue what to do. It was a bit unbearable. It didn't feel right. But he sucked it up. And listened. God could they go on and on about shoes and how Victoria Justice had moved on? Was she still Nicholas Hoult? Was she ever really with him? Izzy possibly scowled at that. Was that funny? Actually. Obviously, it was. Hahahahaaa..It was so artificial and strange.

He kept looking back at Dev for help, but he wouldn't come to the rescue.

Slowly, he felt he was losing himself. Losing Dev right in front of him. And here that beauty, all leggy and olive skinned, chatting him up. Wondering, would he go home with her? Would he?

Thursday, December 23, 2010

on a night like tonight

It was true. The holidays were the loneliest time of the year. Dev was feeling it. He had never gone this long with out sex in his life.

Not that he was an old timer at this sort of thing, but still he'd been normally active since thirteen. Not that he ever  remembered telling Izzy any of this. It was best to keep it quite uncomplicated.

"I just remember her being the best." He told some drunk at the bar that he was tending too. "I can't quite recall the others. It was rather quick, you know." He bit a grin as if that was rather stupid, when he thought on it. But he was just a kid. And well, it had been a long few months wasting away with Izzy. Getting all situated in life again. He was just a friend. And then there was Izzy's sis that he definitely didn't want to get complicated with even if she wished he would.

He'd look around at all the pretties gathering around for a drink. Looking him over. Being a tease. It was all the more uncomfortable. Must he be there for Izzy every waking da?. It wasn't getting them anywhere, now was it?

So when he caught Izzy speaking to some bird, he thought he might take his chance and talk it up with the red head who kept eying him. Her name was Gillian and she was quite fond of listening to his laugh. It was a bit of comfort in fact. But could he? Would he feel all right if he went home with her this night? He had to look for Izzy. Yes, he was chatting it up with the dark haired leggy female.

Dev sucked in a breath wondering if he knew what to do in the aftermath.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

thieves and such

"Bugger..." Izzy felt he'd had his head in the sand all this time. It took a lot of rehashing and what not with the shop just in time for holiday shopping.

They'd found a selection of vintage broaches to put out near the front. It was just costume, but it could be bagged by the bad guys if given the chance.

"I've often had nightmare of a burglary." He finally mentioned it to Dev who had helped with the Christmas lights in the window.

"Well, don't think it, will you." Dev gave him a glare. He needed to be around the corner at the pub serving up the old farts that never knew the weather. They'd rather stew in the establishment about the good times, gone by.

"Jesus, I don't want to but, it could happen." These were dangerous times. Ass-hole,s who had nothing better to do. He was on pins a needles.

"You'll let it show, you can't be a weenie." Dev pressed his lips tight. "How many months has it been since you've been a bloke?"

Izzy hugged himself harder. Must they calculate the outcome all over, again? His sister still had her angry way of showing him, she didn't like what became of him. She still had an eye for Dev who had done his best to treat her like a little sis and not  an object of affection. He knew time was ticking. And he knew he should let him go. They were still friends. Constant. But there was an ugly feeling of dread that Dev would find another. Any day now and it would just as bad as a burglary.

Izzy just nodded. Time to be a man.

"I'd feel better if know I has some lesson in... Karate or I dunno, maybe handle a knife." Izzy was uneasy.

"Shut it." Dev barely breathed, crossing  his arms. "You wouldn't. And you know it." He winced hard.

"All right then, I'll go to the gym." Izzy was sullen then.

Dev gave him a hearty laugh as if that was the funniest joke he'd heard all day.