Variations on a Theme - Opposites
1: Emmett and Debbie - (pickle, house, cloud)
In the past few years, Emmett has lived with Michael, Ted and George the Pickle
King. If asked, he’d’ve admitted that he didn’t have much in common with any of
them; they were all pretty much his opposites. Boy-next-door Mikey, accountant
Ted, and staid, conservative George; all of them had tended to allow a grey
cloud of conformity to cloak their true nature, whereas Emmett’s flame burns
proudly bright.
When he moves into Debbie’s house, however, he learns what “opposite” really
means.
Because Emmett is a gay man, and Debbie only wants to be.
There is a world of difference.
2: Brian and Ted - (drink, calculator,
moisturize)
Okay, so one has reigned for years as the Stud of Liberty Avenue, and the other
rarely gets laid; one likes a drink, the other is in the Program; but aside from
that, Brian and Ted have a lot in common. They’re both smart professionals;
Brian might have the edge in creativity, Ted’s more adept with the calculator,
but they’re both highly successful.
They’ve even become friends.
It’s only when Ted starts talking to Justin about making a moisturizer from
avocado that Brian realizes how different they really are.
He bluntly recommends that Ted uses it to moisturize his ass.
3: Mr. and Mrs. Taylor - (persecute, skip,
flower)
Craig has no idea how the wife he cared and provided for all those years, the
one who graced his home and bore his children has become the person who stands
looking at him with such contempt. He remembers a time when he was the head of
the family and Jennifer’s biggest concern was her entry for the latest flower
arrangement competition. His mind seems to skip a gear when he tries to match
that figure with the one who stands so resolute and confident in opposition to
anyone who would persecute her son.
Including her son’s father.
Especially him.
4: Justin and Daphne - (dancing, arrangement,
chair)
Justin and Daphne are opposites in practically every way, never mind obvious
physical differences. Her approach to unwinding involves ice cream, comfy chair
and movies; his is dancing to the thumpa-thumpa at Babylon. For him, the precise
arrangement of his paints and brushes is essential; her desk is a haphazard
mélange of everything from post-its to hair-grips.
What they do have in common is their taste in men.
Daphne’s long recovered from her attraction to her best friend; she has a much
bigger problem now.
Where is she ever going to find a guy who can measure up to Brian Kinney?
5: Brian and Ethan
“Brian never lied to me. He never had to; he never promised me anything. You
did.”
Those words still echo in his mind sometimes.
Aside from the obvious things like Ethan being a short, scruffy, under-sexed,
what-did-I-ever-see-in-him pretentious twat while Brian is tall, elegant,
sex-on-two-legs and only pretentious when he’s dealing with assholes, Justin
thinks the words sum up the biggest difference between the two.
Ethan scattered promises with neither the capability nor the intention to
deliver.
Brian rarely makes promises, but when he does you can absolutely rely on him
coming through.
Unlike Ethan, Brian always delivers the goods.
6: Justin and Michael
“You always danced with Justin.”
“I know one who does.”
Brian knows who his best friend is.
Brian knows this because of the way they each treat his relationship with the
other. Justin’s always tolerated Michael, and been supportive of Michael’s place
in his life. Michael, on the other hand, has resented Justin almost from the
first moment. He’s belittled him, interfered between them, and even at times
deliberately tried to drive Justin out of their lives, without any regard for
how much pain that might cause his “best friend”.
That simple difference tells Brian who really owns the title.
7: Brian and Justin - (flavor, psychopath, pen)
As Brian paces agitatedly, Justin sighs, tapping his pen. Why a simple shopping
list should turn his partner from marginally sane to borderline psychopath he
has no idea.
“Brian, if you want the cabin stocked, then we need to let them know what we
want. You’ll be complaining if they get the wrong ice cream.”
“No fucking ice cream!” Brian snaps automatically, snatching vainly at the
paper. “And don’t forget the guava juice.”
Justin starts to write. “I’m getting chocolate,” he says calmly. “What flavor do
you want?”
A long pause while they regard each other measuringly.
“Vanilla,” Brian says at last.
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