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Date Posted: 15:29:23 01/10/02 Thu
Author: Tristan
Subject: Did you know him well?
In reply to: Barry 's message, "Alas, poor Yorik..." on 11:23:48 01/10/02 Thu

Tristan felt a wild thrill race down his spine as Marz wrapped his arms around him. His own hands were pushed up flat against his lover’s chest, his fingers starting to pull at the laces of his shirt on their own accord. He didn’t know what the hell he was thinking, letting Marz steal that innocent kiss and turn into something dangerous while the two of them were sitting in a public tent of all places. He was in no fit condition for rational thought, though, and the only thing he could scramble to blame this on was that it had been too long!

A scuffle at the door made Marz jerk away from him, leaving Tristan still feeling slightly dizzy for a few seconds. It took him a couple seconds to register the intruder as Corum, since nobody else would have taken one look at Yorik and said Wow! as if he’d just stumbled across a great work of art. He and Marz began discussing the finishing touches of their masterpiece, while Tristan watched mildly on. Marz still looked more than a little flushed, but the constant refills of wine probably weren’t helping, either.

When Corum leapt to his feet and hustled out of the tent once again, Tristan shot Marz a hopeful look. But the damage was done, and it seemed all focus was back on beautifying Yorik. He sighed, even if it was for a noble purpose. Well, it would be great to see Barry dump another load of roaches on Justin’s head—provided he himself was standing far enough away, of course. Just imaging the curses spewing forth from the big ugly human as he jumped up and down in panic was enough to bring a smile to Tristan’s face once again.

Corum returned in no time at all, reaffirming his belief that the new and improved Yorik definitely needed different earrings. Tristan was beginning to grow bored as he watched Marz shoo off Urchin to complete the task after turning to apply more blush to the sides of the skull’s head. They’re both starting to look like they belong in a brothel, Tristan reflected. He flushed when he remembered that Marz had once lived in a brothel. No wonder he seemed to know exactly what he was doing!

Soon, it was announced that all was ready, and Tristan had to admit Yorik had definitely been through a transformation. Really, he didn’t see how this plan could possibly not work. Barry himself couldn’t be all that clever in the first place; he was nothing but a floating skull, for gods’ sakes! The bug-eyed thing would take one look at Yorik As A Girl and start panting on the spot. Hell, if he got turned on so easily by mortal women, what would a splendid vision of one of his own kind do for him?

Marz could barely walk at first, as he dropped one arm around Tristan and held on to his wineglass with the other hand. As if some little internal alarm had gone off, Tristan felt his body react to his sudden nearness, making his cheeks go warm again. All right, he chastised himself, This is really starting to get out of hand. He did his best to concentrate on other things, like how pissed he’d been at Jeremy a moment ago. He felt suddenly quite proud of himself for handling the situation with such alacrity and smooth finesse.

Marz got Barry’s attention in no time, yelling at the disembodied skull until he slowly cruised down out of the sky and veered toward them. Tristan wrinkled his nose at the sight of him, warily preparing himself in case another disgusting “surprise” should suddenly start pouring forth from the thing’s mouth. He almost started to back away from Marz, since he’d be the primary target, but still couldn’t bring himself to do it.

When it became clear that Barry was not at all fooled by Yorik’s charming new disguise, the shoulders of all three makeup artists slumped somewhat. Defeat was at hand, and there was little they could do about it. Tristan felt rage building up inside of him, just a teeny little bit, rage at this stupid skull for turning out to be too clever by half. He was dying to find a way to get back at Barry for making him faint like a girl, and had been hoping to revel in the skull’s stupidity for falling for the new froo-frooed up Yorik.

Barry did, however, offer to oblige them by bugging Justin, if, that is, they promised to clean up Yorik. Tristan shot him a smoldering glare, but movement to his far right made him glance over in that direction for a moment. He saw Jeremy speaking angrily to Rowan, no doubt bitching about how he’d been tossed from the tent a few minutes ago. Tristan growled under his breath and looked up at Barry again, gaining his attention with a wave of his hand.

“Him, too,” he urged, pointing a finger at Jeremy. “We’ll clean up Yorik and do whatever else you want if you just promise to take care of that little jerk after Justin!”

Immediately, he felt much better, and the thought of Jeremy’s whole head covered in stinking centipedes brought a huge smile to his face. “Come on,” he said, tugging on Marz and glancing at Corum. “Let’s go clean him up. After that, we’ll get some more wine maybe before heading to bed and calling it an early night.” He shot one more look at Corum, hoping he would get the picture. He was not suggesting a slumber party!

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