by Katherine Crighton
Originally published on tumblr, February 2, 2015. Written for laurlovescookies.
It was one of the house-party days, the ones when Alex pretended he
had a grand salon, a modern-day Algonquin Round Table with himself
firmly in the role of Dorothy Parker. Becca had come
by, and Sadie, and a few of the old crowd from college and the new crowd
the gallery, before Alex had had to quit. Thom’s role on days like this
generally, to keep the food coming and provide the occasional set-up
lines for Alex’s
Not so officially, and not so anyone
would notice, Thom kept a careful eye on Alex, watching for when he was starting
to flag so that guests could be directed gently out while the feeling of triumph
was still high, before the exhaustion of the illness crept back in.
The ability to dismiss guests
with aplomb was one of Thom’s more minor talents, compared to some of the other
things he could do.
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