Drabble, rated R for language and sexual content
Thursday, February 12th, 2009 11:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tsaikoJust too good not to write out.
It wasn't often that the whole group got together any more. They'd all been friends in High School, but that had been almost three years ago. Each of them had gone their separate ways: different schedules, different colleges, different cities. So when they could get together, they did. And it was just like old times, the years melting away like they had never happened.
Except when two of them were not talking to each other.
"Hand me the ketchup, Jake."
"Tell Nathan, he can have it when I'm done," Jake said not to Nathan, but to Angie who was sitting on his other side. Angie raised her eyebrows at the statement.
"Oh for... are you still not speaking to me? Look, I already told you I didn't know. So can we move on?" Everyone in the group got a little quieter. There was nothing more entertaining in the world than drama. Especially when it was playing out right in front of them.
"You were fucking him! Behind my back!" Jake had stood up and was glaring at Nathan over the top of Angie's head. Angie decided that this was a good time to lean all the way back in case violence became involved.
"How could I have been fucking him behind your back if I didn't even know he was your boyfriend?" Nathan yelled back. He had also gotten to his feet.
"Ex-boyfriend. He's my ex-boyfriend. Who you are still fucking."
"Well, if we're going to argue semantics, then he's fucking me. Not the other way around," Nathan replied. "And I guess this means you're speaking to me now."
Jake made noise of rage before he turned, pushed his chair out of the way, and stomped out of the restaurant. Everyone at the table turned to look at Nathan. Nathan took a deep breath, then another, and finally managed to get a hold of his anger. Then he sat back.
"So now that you all know way too much about my sex life, can someone pass me the ketchup?"
It wasn't often that the whole group got together any more. They'd all been friends in High School, but that had been almost three years ago. Each of them had gone their separate ways: different schedules, different colleges, different cities. So when they could get together, they did. And it was just like old times, the years melting away like they had never happened.
Except when two of them were not talking to each other.
"Hand me the ketchup, Jake."
"Tell Nathan, he can have it when I'm done," Jake said not to Nathan, but to Angie who was sitting on his other side. Angie raised her eyebrows at the statement.
"Oh for... are you still not speaking to me? Look, I already told you I didn't know. So can we move on?" Everyone in the group got a little quieter. There was nothing more entertaining in the world than drama. Especially when it was playing out right in front of them.
"You were fucking him! Behind my back!" Jake had stood up and was glaring at Nathan over the top of Angie's head. Angie decided that this was a good time to lean all the way back in case violence became involved.
"How could I have been fucking him behind your back if I didn't even know he was your boyfriend?" Nathan yelled back. He had also gotten to his feet.
"Ex-boyfriend. He's my ex-boyfriend. Who you are still fucking."
"Well, if we're going to argue semantics, then he's fucking me. Not the other way around," Nathan replied. "And I guess this means you're speaking to me now."
Jake made noise of rage before he turned, pushed his chair out of the way, and stomped out of the restaurant. Everyone at the table turned to look at Nathan. Nathan took a deep breath, then another, and finally managed to get a hold of his anger. Then he sat back.
"So now that you all know way too much about my sex life, can someone pass me the ketchup?"
