“Untitled Masterpiece”

Part One: BODIES

Chapter 11 A: SEX

Ian had already filled enough chaffing dishes to feed an army when Tippy and company arrived. There were buttermilk pancakes, scrambled eggs, link sausages, bacon, and biscuits with brown gravy. He was working on frying the last of the ham when the entire work crew just started grabbing plates and pulling up to the table.

“Hot damn! Biscuits and gravy! I’m coming over here for breakfast every morning!” Colton drooled as he heaped a warm plate full. “Inez is a great cook, but Puerto Rico is just a little too Southern when it comes to biscuits and gravy.”

“I’m not finished yet!” Ian complained as the group got in his way.

“Well don’t stop, keep it coming!” Reese said shoving a handful of bacon into his mouth.

“I don’t believe it!” Tippy gushed as she picked up a doughnut from a plate. “You did all this cooking and still managed to run out to Dunkin Donuts.”

“He hasn’t left the house and neither have I,” Billy informed her as he sprinkled grated cheese on his eggs. “Ian you got ketchup?”

“In the fridge…”

Tippy’s eyes rolled back in her head and she tasted the powdered delight. “Mmmmm, and this is fresh. I know good and well this didn’t come from that convenience store on the corner. Baby Doll, where did you get these?”

Ian shot her a look and tapped his spatula on a deep fryer still cooling off from a morning’s heat. “The chocolate covered ones are on a plate in the fridge.” Billy was practically dismembered trying to get the ketchup.

“How is Jimmy this morning?” Ian asked as he put the ham in the dish and placed a lit under it.

“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” Reece pointed to the tall hesitant figure standing in the doorway.

“Am I welcome?” Jimmy Sage hesitated before entering, fully dressed and holding a clean cowboy hat in his hands.

“Of course you are. You might as well come in and have some breakfast with the rest of the crew.

Jimmy put his hat on and lumbered in. Ian smiled and handed him a warm plate. “Just help yourself.”

“It smells good but I have to admit my stomachs a little torn up.”

“Sit down, buddy.” Ian put a glass of ice in front of an empty chair. “I made something special for you.”

“Mighty kind…” he took the seat and Tippy reached over grabbed his hat and frisbeed it somewhere in the living room.

Ian poured about a third of the contents of a jar in a second glass and then added tap water. He stirred it good with a spoon and then emptied that glass on the ice in front of Jimmy. “Drink up. You’ll feel better in no time.”

Jimmy kind of looked at the glass and up at Ian. “It looks like gasoline…it isn’t…is it?”

“Nope, used to make it almost every morning for my Uncle, a real alcoholic. It’s good for a cold, too.”

Jimmy took a sip and scrunched his face up. “That’s nasty.” He smacked his lips. “Tastes sort of like cheap scotch.”

“Drink the whole glass. You’ll feel better I promise you.”

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sdfrenchie	Posted: 2008/8/1 2:34  Updated: 2008/8/1 2:34
Up and Comer Joined: 2007/12/30 From: San Diego Posts: 168	11A You've got some good twists and turns going on here now. Nothing is really obvious or promising, just like a good mystery should be, except in this c ase it's who's going to do it instead of whodunit. Still lovin' the story.