19 June 2009 @ 06:28 pm
First ficlet from the Meme

More to come as soon as my brain cooperates with me again ;)

“Do we have to talk about this now?!”

Tom stops dead in his tracks, spilling champagne all down the front of his shirt as the bubbly drink swaps over the rims of the delicate glasses. A curse is ready to spill over his lips but he checks himself just in time. There's voices behind the door and the clacking of the heels of Bill's boots.

He sees a shadow pass across the door and inches just a little bit closer, so that he can hear the voices in the room.

“Don't be a bitch.” Tom would recognize that velvety, rumbling voice anywhere. He's heard it quite often, though never like this. They usually don't fight.

“Me? I'm a bitch?! That's rich, coming from someone like you!”

“You know, you used to be so charming...back when, before you became God, or Mr Rock Superstar, whatever...” The voice isn't dripping malice or contempt, it's all level and calm and Tom knows it will provoke a ginormous outbreak even before something hits the wall next to the door with a deafening SMASH! and Bill's voice starts to crack and grow screechy with outrage.

Tom's insides grow tight and hot with some feeling he'd rather not name, the insides of his palms growing sweaty round the cool glasses in his hands. He knows what this talk is about. Mostly because he can relate...Bill did change, and not necessarily for the better.

Heavy steps approach the door and Tom ducks into a shadowy corner just in time before the doors swings open and the tall figure brushes past him.

He counts down from ten before he enters the green room. There's shards of glass by the door, crunching under his sneakers as he steps in, surveying the room. Bill sits in an armchair, bouncing his leg impatiently, his features set tight, showing the rage and indignation boiling just underneath the surface. Tom knows he has to tread carefully now, lest he provoke another outburst. Bill can never know he feels the same, conflicted about all these changes. Doubt doesn't go down well with his little brother. It's the one thing that will make Bill turn away from people, when he knows they doubt him.

“Champagne?” He offers a glass to Bill and watches as his twin drowns it in one go, burping when he's finished.

“I think I'm gonna get really smashed tonight...” Bill announces, more to himself than to Tom really, as he smooths his shirt down his chest. No rumples, the facade is still intact.

“Any specific reason?” Tom hazards carefully as he slumps down on the sofa next to Bill, watching his brother out of the corner of his eye.

“Nah, not really...just feeling like it, is all...” Bill flashes him a fake smile. And Tom smiles back, not knowing any better.
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