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[131] Just an Old-Fashioned Love Song (Donald Strachey Mysteries)
Theme Prompt: #131 - Nostalgia
Title: Just an Old-Fashioned Love Song
Fandom: Donald Strachey Mysteries (movies)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13. Discussion of LGBT issues. Suggestive humor.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 706
Summary: Tim, Donald, and Tim's sister go out on the town to celebrate Tim's birthday.
Kelly watched Tim and Don gliding around the dance floor in each other’s arms, smiling fondly. Her brother’s birthday had been perfect. Don had made plans to treat his husband to a night out at the newest gay hot spot in Albany, an old-fashioned supper-club that seemed perfect for the couple. She was honored at the invitation to come along, to be able to share his special day as she hadn’t done in many years. Now that they were no longer estranged, she looked forward to getting to know Timmy again.
The two men returned to the table when the dance ended and sat down, all smiles.
Don leaned back in the booth, slinging his arm around Tim. “So, did I have a good idea or what?”
“Perfect,” Tim said, kissing him. “Wanna dance, sis?” he grinned at her.
“With my brother? God no.” she looked at Don. “Now, this handsome devil….”
“Spoken for handsome devil,” Tim mock warned.
“What can I say? The Callahan’s have good taste,” Don bragged. “Another martini?”
“God, yes,” Tim said.
Don signaled the waiter, ordering martinis for the couple and another margarita for Kelly. After they got their refills and had toasted the birthday boy again, conversation resumed.
“So, what do you think of this place, Kel?” Tim asked.
“Well…I remember you were always a bit… old-fashioned,” Kelly recalled. “But I never imagined you’d go for all this 50s black and white stuff.”
“Black and white stuff?” Tim sputtered.
“It reminds me of those old movies mom and dad used to watch. Martinis, tuxedos, Frank Sinatra.” As if to emphasize her words, the band began playing ‘Strangers in the Night.’
“Classy never goes out of style,” Tim declared.
Kelly laughed. “Maybe not, but….”
“Go ahead,” her brother said when she paused. “Whatever you have to say, you can.”
“It just seems odd to be so nostalgic for a time where, if you’d lived then, society wouldn’t accept your relationship, and you’d have to hide who you are.”
“It doesn’t mean we didn’t exist,” Don pointed out.
“I know that,” Kelly agreed. “I just wondered why it doesn’t bother you.”
“A lot of things bother me: people killing each other, lying and cheating, greed. Good music you can dance to, a superb cocktail, a well-tailored suit aren’t among them,” Strachey explained.
“We live with prejudice every day, Kel, even in 2008. Sure, it’s better than it was, but we still have so far to go. Like the present, the past had good and bad.”
“Isn’t this where you say something about not tossing out the baby with the bathwater?” Don inquired with a grin.
Tim gave him an exasperated look, then continued. “We can’t pretend the past didn’t exist, or we’re doomed to repeat it.”
“I’m sorry, maybe it’s not my place to say anything,” Kelly murmured, looking down at her drink.
Tim covered her hand with his own. “You’re fine,” he told her. “We’re not glorifying the 1950s, 40s, or whatever; we weren’t even born yet. Believe it or not, people still drink martinis and wear tuxedos.”
“Yeah, look at James Bond,” Don volunteered.
“Besides, how am I supposed to slow dance to the music you like? Rap, isn’t it called?” Tim quipped. Kelly wasn’t that much younger than her brother, but their tastes had always been very different.
“I don’t know; I think you’d look pretty hot with your jeans down around your knees,” Don said.
Kelly snorted her drink, and Tim looked equal parts horrified and amused at Don’s statement. It did break the tension quite effectively, though.
“Oh, get your minds out of the gutter, you two! I mean those sagging pants the kids wear.”
Kelly laughed. “Out of touch much?” she reached out and patted their hands to take the sting out of the words. “You’re sweet, though.”
“Did you hear that?” Tim asked Don, looking pleased. “We’re sweet.”
“You’re sweet,” Don responded. “I’m a hard-boiled private eye.”
“You’re both sweet,” Kelly insisted, getting up from her chair and giving each of them a kiss on the cheek. “Now, I want that dance you owe me,” she told Don, holding out her hand.
Don sighed dramatically, winking at Tim as he rose. “Okay, but I lead.”
Title: Just an Old-Fashioned Love Song
Fandom: Donald Strachey Mysteries (movies)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13. Discussion of LGBT issues. Suggestive humor.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 706
Summary: Tim, Donald, and Tim's sister go out on the town to celebrate Tim's birthday.
Kelly watched Tim and Don gliding around the dance floor in each other’s arms, smiling fondly. Her brother’s birthday had been perfect. Don had made plans to treat his husband to a night out at the newest gay hot spot in Albany, an old-fashioned supper-club that seemed perfect for the couple. She was honored at the invitation to come along, to be able to share his special day as she hadn’t done in many years. Now that they were no longer estranged, she looked forward to getting to know Timmy again.
The two men returned to the table when the dance ended and sat down, all smiles.
Don leaned back in the booth, slinging his arm around Tim. “So, did I have a good idea or what?”
“Perfect,” Tim said, kissing him. “Wanna dance, sis?” he grinned at her.
“With my brother? God no.” she looked at Don. “Now, this handsome devil….”
“Spoken for handsome devil,” Tim mock warned.
“What can I say? The Callahan’s have good taste,” Don bragged. “Another martini?”
“God, yes,” Tim said.
Don signaled the waiter, ordering martinis for the couple and another margarita for Kelly. After they got their refills and had toasted the birthday boy again, conversation resumed.
“So, what do you think of this place, Kel?” Tim asked.
“Well…I remember you were always a bit… old-fashioned,” Kelly recalled. “But I never imagined you’d go for all this 50s black and white stuff.”
“Black and white stuff?” Tim sputtered.
“It reminds me of those old movies mom and dad used to watch. Martinis, tuxedos, Frank Sinatra.” As if to emphasize her words, the band began playing ‘Strangers in the Night.’
“Classy never goes out of style,” Tim declared.
Kelly laughed. “Maybe not, but….”
“Go ahead,” her brother said when she paused. “Whatever you have to say, you can.”
“It just seems odd to be so nostalgic for a time where, if you’d lived then, society wouldn’t accept your relationship, and you’d have to hide who you are.”
“It doesn’t mean we didn’t exist,” Don pointed out.
“I know that,” Kelly agreed. “I just wondered why it doesn’t bother you.”
“A lot of things bother me: people killing each other, lying and cheating, greed. Good music you can dance to, a superb cocktail, a well-tailored suit aren’t among them,” Strachey explained.
“We live with prejudice every day, Kel, even in 2008. Sure, it’s better than it was, but we still have so far to go. Like the present, the past had good and bad.”
“Isn’t this where you say something about not tossing out the baby with the bathwater?” Don inquired with a grin.
Tim gave him an exasperated look, then continued. “We can’t pretend the past didn’t exist, or we’re doomed to repeat it.”
“I’m sorry, maybe it’s not my place to say anything,” Kelly murmured, looking down at her drink.
Tim covered her hand with his own. “You’re fine,” he told her. “We’re not glorifying the 1950s, 40s, or whatever; we weren’t even born yet. Believe it or not, people still drink martinis and wear tuxedos.”
“Yeah, look at James Bond,” Don volunteered.
“Besides, how am I supposed to slow dance to the music you like? Rap, isn’t it called?” Tim quipped. Kelly wasn’t that much younger than her brother, but their tastes had always been very different.
“I don’t know; I think you’d look pretty hot with your jeans down around your knees,” Don said.
Kelly snorted her drink, and Tim looked equal parts horrified and amused at Don’s statement. It did break the tension quite effectively, though.
“Oh, get your minds out of the gutter, you two! I mean those sagging pants the kids wear.”
Kelly laughed. “Out of touch much?” she reached out and patted their hands to take the sting out of the words. “You’re sweet, though.”
“Did you hear that?” Tim asked Don, looking pleased. “We’re sweet.”
“You’re sweet,” Don responded. “I’m a hard-boiled private eye.”
“You’re both sweet,” Kelly insisted, getting up from her chair and giving each of them a kiss on the cheek. “Now, I want that dance you owe me,” she told Don, holding out her hand.
Don sighed dramatically, winking at Tim as he rose. “Okay, but I lead.”
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