Little Pink Hearts|
Unmitigated schmoop. A ficlet challenge, with the prompt "Ray mocks Bodie for being queer."
"That," Doyle said, stifling a chuckle, "is the queerest thing I've ever seen."
"What is?" Bodie was
absorbed in arranging his very short hair and very wide tie, and scarcely paid any attention to the ratty,
curly-haired bloke making faces behind him in the mirror.
"That shirt. With those trousers. Take 'em
"Why?" Bodie remained unperturbed.
"Because, you berk, they make you look like a
great poof! Little pink hearts? Cream cords? – not to mention that tie. Bloody awful, it is."
Bodie snorted. "Fashion advice from you? I think not, sunshine."
"Oi," Doyle said, a hint of threat in his tone, "what's wrong with how I dress, eh?"
"What's right with it, you mean." Bodie finished making a perfect knot in his pink tie and turned round. "Ray, my friend, you're a genius at darts, you shoot like a dream, and you can cook, but you know fuck all about fashion."
"Maybe not," Ray countered, "but I know queer. An' that shirt's it."
"So…you're saying I look queer?"
"A bit, yeah, in those clothes. Especially that great 'orrible tie."
"Oh." Bodie turned to re-examine his image. "Well, I am queer, for you, love,
aren't I? So what's the problem?"
"Hm," Ray said, coming closer and sliding an arm around his partner.
He rested his head on Bodie's shoulder and regarded the two of them in the mirror. "Nothing, I suppose. Except…why
the hell are you getting dressed, when I plan to ravish the stuffing out of you all night, right here in the flat?"
"Oh," Bodie considered. "I see. You do have a point."
"'Course I do." Ray's hand slid to the
fat knot in the offending tie. "Now get 'em off!"
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