At the family gathering (Part 2)

“They’re supposed to be classy.” 

I stared at Foster in bewilderment, “These things are supposed to be classy.” I repeated, brandishing the little paper umbrella like a weapon. “Who is insane enough to think that?”

“My Aunt Felicia. She’s very…eccentric, to put it nicely.” Foster answered, continuing to lead me towards some unknown destination.

“You mean crazy - just like the rest of your family.” I pointed out while I took great delight in lighting up the flowery umbrella. 

Foster shot me a disapproving look from across his shoulder. “My family isn’t crazy. Most of them are very proper and sane, only a few are a little batty.” 

“In my book proper is crazy. Any family that can stand around in near-silence sipping cocktails after a year of not seeing each other has something wrong with them.” My face darkened, “And if a single one of them gives you that look again, you are going to have some dead family members on your hands.” 

 

“They’re not that bad.” Foster mumbled, half-heartedly trying to defend them.

“Then why are we heading away from them?” 

“They’re not horrible people, but that doesn’t mean I can be with them for a prolonged length of time.” Foster glanced back at me with a grin, “So we’re going to hide out until they leave.” 

Foster stopped in front of a door, just like every other one in the hallway, and unlocked it before entering. I followed him inside, finishing the cocktail in my hand and shutting the door behind me.

The room was a gigantic playroom, obviously well used by the state of chaos it was in.

I absent-mindedly stepped over a doll's head so I could place my empty glass on a nearby dresser. It was the only flat surface in the room not covered with something. 

Foster kicked aside some mechanical racecars, “Wow, I never realized my nephews could be this messy.”  

“Are you sure we won’t be found here?” 

Foster remained oblivious to the mischievous expression on my face. “Oh yes, I heard John earlier telling Solomon and Mike that they weren’t to leave the party under any circumstances. Besides, Laura's the only one with a key and she’s not going to be coming here anytime soon.”

“Good.” 

The tone in my voice must have given something away, because Foster spun around to face me. 

“Oh no,” He said, backing away from me and the feral grin spread across my face. “We are NOT doing it in my neph…” 

Foster was cut short when he tripped, falling to the floor on his bum. “What in the world did I trip over?!” he asked while struggling to sit up.  

I glanced at the floor, “It appears to be a glue stick. I wonder what they use it for, there’s no paper to be found around here.”  

“Does it matter? That hurt.” Foster complained, rubbing his backside as he attempted to get up.

My weight suddenly pressed down on him, pushing Foster back onto the floor.  

“I thought I told you…” He began, but I silenced Foster's protest with a deep kiss.

When we finally parted, Foster was breathless. His hair was in a disarray and his lips were swollen and wet. He was beautiful.  

I smirked at his flushed face, “Are you still going to resist me?” 

“No.” He gasped out, arms wrapping around me. 

He suddenly shifted uncomfortably, “First things first. What in the world am I lying on?”

I leaned back so I was sitting on Foster's waist. “It appears to be a train track.” 

Foster blinked, “A train track?”

“Yep. It’s one of those toy train sets that run on batteries.” I paused, my eyes searching the area around Foster as a wicked smile began to form on my face. “Maybe I should tie you up to the train tracks like one of those western damsels, it might be fun.”

Foster laughed and leaned up to kiss me, “It won’t work. You’re missing the mustache.”

I leered down at Foster and reached above me to grab the long rope I'd been eyeing. “But I have the rope, and that’s all I need.”

Foster laughed - and the game began. 

Gabriel.