Ave Ether (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} aveether) wrote,@ 2005-10-24 21:43:00 |
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Vintage Id
(I've realised I've forgotten a moment of Id related pure gold, so this first part should go back in the chronology somewhere before John and Spark's disastrous date.)
Once again, I'm in the lounge at Titan's, Sparks over me like cheap cologne when Id strolls in the door, taking her relentless assault rather effortlessly in his stride. I manage to catch his eye over Sparks' head and mouth "help me" at him. With a long suffering sigh and a put-upon look he catches her attention and gravely announces, "Sparks. John's gay."
In retrospect it was a useful lie, but I grew up in a time when being called gay was an insult, and with an attractive young woman hanging off me, my mental equilibrium wasn't exactly top notch to begin with. While Sparks is looking at him with an expression of wonder, I glare at him with murder in the eyes and try to turn the tables back on him. "That's right Sparks. Id and I have been a couple for some months now."
It's hard to get a good prevarication off when you're furious, so Sparks just bursts out laughing and Id sighs again, doubtless irritated I'd spoiled his perfectly good falsehood. Perhaps I should have gone with it. Or perhaps clouted him. Damn fellow's too smart for his own good sometimes.
(Right, with that out the way, back to conventional chronology)
I take a day off to cool down after the Sparks debacle, so as I stride back into Titans bearing down on the resident psychonomist for a chance to vent it becomes clear that Sparks has already bent his ear. I can tell from the way he pales and tries to hide when he sees me. Still, with my version of events recounted Id does admit that she's barking mad. Score one for Etherite solidarity. 'Course, it doesn't last, two days later he's making excuses for her. He gets about as far as "She's brightest around you to dazzle you, you dolt, not to be reflected off of you" before I cut him off shortly. "You ever been on a date with her?" He mutters a negative so I storm on "Then how do you claim to know her better than I?"
I've got him on the defensive, for a change, but he rallies and starts off "I was with her the other day, and she was talking and showing me pictures of her daughter..." the rest of what he might have said goes unheard as I blurt out "Daughter?"
He laughs at me! The spiteful little wretch actually throws back his head and laughs at me! "I'm sorry,” he says, dabbing tears of mirth from his eyes as he does so "but all the self righteous indignation just fell off your face. I mean, imagine I, a trained psychologist might know someone better than you... I.. er." This last is because my face is a thundercloud and Id's suddenly aware he's just volunteered for lightning rod duty. Counting to ten isn't cutting it, I'm on thirty-seven before I feel sufficiently in command of myself to growl out an icy acknowledgment that I might have insulted his Science but..... in fact, the but just gets left hanging, and with a rather chill atmosphere we both make our separate exits.
That man needs a good lesson in camaraderie. In fact, that gives me an idea....
(I've realised I've forgotten a moment of Id related pure gold, so this first part should go back in the chronology somewhere before John and Spark's disastrous date.)
Once again, I'm in the lounge at Titan's, Sparks over me like cheap cologne when Id strolls in the door, taking her relentless assault rather effortlessly in his stride. I manage to catch his eye over Sparks' head and mouth "help me" at him. With a long suffering sigh and a put-upon look he catches her attention and gravely announces, "Sparks. John's gay."
In retrospect it was a useful lie, but I grew up in a time when being called gay was an insult, and with an attractive young woman hanging off me, my mental equilibrium wasn't exactly top notch to begin with. While Sparks is looking at him with an expression of wonder, I glare at him with murder in the eyes and try to turn the tables back on him. "That's right Sparks. Id and I have been a couple for some months now."
It's hard to get a good prevarication off when you're furious, so Sparks just bursts out laughing and Id sighs again, doubtless irritated I'd spoiled his perfectly good falsehood. Perhaps I should have gone with it. Or perhaps clouted him. Damn fellow's too smart for his own good sometimes.
(Right, with that out the way, back to conventional chronology)
I take a day off to cool down after the Sparks debacle, so as I stride back into Titans bearing down on the resident psychonomist for a chance to vent it becomes clear that Sparks has already bent his ear. I can tell from the way he pales and tries to hide when he sees me. Still, with my version of events recounted Id does admit that she's barking mad. Score one for Etherite solidarity. 'Course, it doesn't last, two days later he's making excuses for her. He gets about as far as "She's brightest around you to dazzle you, you dolt, not to be reflected off of you" before I cut him off shortly. "You ever been on a date with her?" He mutters a negative so I storm on "Then how do you claim to know her better than I?"
I've got him on the defensive, for a change, but he rallies and starts off "I was with her the other day, and she was talking and showing me pictures of her daughter..." the rest of what he might have said goes unheard as I blurt out "Daughter?"
He laughs at me! The spiteful little wretch actually throws back his head and laughs at me! "I'm sorry,” he says, dabbing tears of mirth from his eyes as he does so "but all the self righteous indignation just fell off your face. I mean, imagine I, a trained psychologist might know someone better than you... I.. er." This last is because my face is a thundercloud and Id's suddenly aware he's just volunteered for lightning rod duty. Counting to ten isn't cutting it, I'm on thirty-seven before I feel sufficiently in command of myself to growl out an icy acknowledgment that I might have insulted his Science but..... in fact, the but just gets left hanging, and with a rather chill atmosphere we both make our separate exits.
That man needs a good lesson in camaraderie. In fact, that gives me an idea....
