Chardonnay and Chess Games

by Ms. Kinnikufan

Disclaimer: I own none.

Timeline: First season, sometime before the "Apprentice episodes"

Note: "Pederast" means a pedophile who has sex with/is attracted to little boys.

All sinister masterminds need some downtime.

Even Slade Wilson need some downtime from his consistent stalking...errr, "observing" Robin.

For Slade, downtime was glasses of fine, chilled, chardonnay and chess games with his military friend, Wintergreen.

These games were casual (practically the only casual thing in Slade's life) and sometimes a little drunk, depending on how much chardonnay was consumed.

"Slade, tell me honestly, are you a pederast?" was not a question that came up often.

However, this game it did, and it Slade was surprised for about the third or fourth time in his life.

In a very rare moment of indignity, he spat expensive chardonnay in surprise all over Wintergreen's face.

Instantly regaining his dignity, he queried "What the hell bought that question on Wintergreen?"

Wintergreen wiped the chardonnay off his face.

"Slade you stalk a kid who is what, 14? 15? years old. You pasted photographs of him all over your walls. You got files upon files on him. You watch videos of this kid, cackling sinisterly. Why wouldn't ask if you were a pederast?"

"I am not stalking him. I am merely observing him. I want to see if he would be a good apprentice."

"Yeah right. You've got pictures and videos of the boy in the shower."

"I'm telling you, I don't know how those got into my files! Besides Robin's maturity and abilities exceed those beyond all people his age and people mine or even your age, Wintergreen. Anyway, a true pederast wouldn't look forward to seeing Robin become a man. And indeed, I can just tell he will be quite a man. Heh. Heh. Heh."

Wintergreen inwardly rolled his eyes. There was Slade's sinister laughter again.

"Catching him while he's young, and then claiming him when he older? Sound almost like a tag-and-release, except your not going to actually do the release part, eh?"

"Yes, almost exactly like a tag-and rele-Wait! No! It's noting like that! Wintergreen could you be any more crude?" Slade's slammed fist made the pawns wiggle.

"You know Slade, you would have way less problems if you were with someone with your own age. Maybe with someone who was even a little older? Someone who was already a good friend? Someone who has been your friend for a long time. Someone who's been there through both wins and losses?"

"And who would that be?" Slade's tone sounded actually clueless and not coy at all to Wintergreen.

"Oh, and by the way, you're fighting a losing battle. Checkmate." Slade made a surprising, but brilliant move, ending the chess game.

Yes, a losing battle indeed thought Wintergreen sadly.