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[July 24][Original] Laughter is the Best Brew
Title: Laughter is the Best Brew
Day/Theme: July 24, 2009 "good like your laughter beside me"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Fado and Simcha
Rating: PG
"I'd never had so much fun in my entire life before I met you." The words came as easily as exhaling to Fado in the midst of the Restfeast festivities. His memories of boyhood were a little hazy, but he could recall nothing so intensely pleasurable as this day and others spent on the road with Simcha. "Simka," he said to catch his friend's attention. He hadn't said anything in response to this ultimate declaration of camaraderie, which was rather unlike him.
The use of the diminutive cut like an arrow through the masculine air surrounding the shrine-sponsored local brew tasting. It wasn't that there weren't any women or younger folk who wouldn't use the suffix present, but that Fado was the only one who would actually talk like that to a man elbow deep in brown ale and pear cordial. "Not now, Fado, you're embarrassing me," he protested to the man at his side.
"Oh, like anything ever really embarrasses you, Simka," Fado replied in kind.
"Like brothers these ones are," a plump woman serving drinks roared with hearty laughter, "You'd believe it but to look at them!"
"He's the best brother a man could ask for," Fado agreed.
"Get drunk and then this will be easier for both of us," Simcha advised glumly.
"Don't look so sad! I'll do exactly that." Fado, true to his word, moved immediately toward the bench and spread his hands dramatically. "Move aside, my friends."
Laughing from a combination of drunkenness and Fado's penchant for melodrama, the others patrons of the brew-tasting setup slid aside to clear a space for the tall man. Fado took his seat with a gracious nod and smoothed down his robes like a court lady would her silk dress before asking for a pint. The ridiculous mismatch of his manners to the raucous activity he had chosen to join in was reason enough to enhance the level of merriment under the pale blue tent. The priests were even enjoying themselves with a bowl of grapes and an allowance of liquor that might be seen as somewhat larger than was recommended for the people hosting the event.
In any case, Simcha felt more at ease with Fado at his side than staring down his back like he was guarding a prisoner. The previous arrangement had been particularly awkward with those mushy diminutives thrown in. Drinking side by side was the real man's way of doing things and Simcha was good at it. "Howza 'bout that mango wine, pal? You try that yet?"
"I can't believe they even make such a thing," Fado tut-tutted, shaking his head while simultaneously holding out his glass.
Day/Theme: July 24, 2009 "good like your laughter beside me"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Fado and Simcha
Rating: PG
"I'd never had so much fun in my entire life before I met you." The words came as easily as exhaling to Fado in the midst of the Restfeast festivities. His memories of boyhood were a little hazy, but he could recall nothing so intensely pleasurable as this day and others spent on the road with Simcha. "Simka," he said to catch his friend's attention. He hadn't said anything in response to this ultimate declaration of camaraderie, which was rather unlike him.
The use of the diminutive cut like an arrow through the masculine air surrounding the shrine-sponsored local brew tasting. It wasn't that there weren't any women or younger folk who wouldn't use the suffix present, but that Fado was the only one who would actually talk like that to a man elbow deep in brown ale and pear cordial. "Not now, Fado, you're embarrassing me," he protested to the man at his side.
"Oh, like anything ever really embarrasses you, Simka," Fado replied in kind.
"Like brothers these ones are," a plump woman serving drinks roared with hearty laughter, "You'd believe it but to look at them!"
"He's the best brother a man could ask for," Fado agreed.
"Get drunk and then this will be easier for both of us," Simcha advised glumly.
"Don't look so sad! I'll do exactly that." Fado, true to his word, moved immediately toward the bench and spread his hands dramatically. "Move aside, my friends."
Laughing from a combination of drunkenness and Fado's penchant for melodrama, the others patrons of the brew-tasting setup slid aside to clear a space for the tall man. Fado took his seat with a gracious nod and smoothed down his robes like a court lady would her silk dress before asking for a pint. The ridiculous mismatch of his manners to the raucous activity he had chosen to join in was reason enough to enhance the level of merriment under the pale blue tent. The priests were even enjoying themselves with a bowl of grapes and an allowance of liquor that might be seen as somewhat larger than was recommended for the people hosting the event.
In any case, Simcha felt more at ease with Fado at his side than staring down his back like he was guarding a prisoner. The previous arrangement had been particularly awkward with those mushy diminutives thrown in. Drinking side by side was the real man's way of doing things and Simcha was good at it. "Howza 'bout that mango wine, pal? You try that yet?"
"I can't believe they even make such a thing," Fado tut-tutted, shaking his head while simultaneously holding out his glass.