Back near the exit, Goresky was at the telephone booth, talking on one of the phones. "-Yeah... we could be here for awhile..." Dunno yet..." I really AM sorry, you know I am..." But like I said, something important just came up..." Oh, don't be like that!" You KNOW you're important to me too!" ...Alright... okay... talk to you later, then." Bye." And he hung up with a sigh, and wandered back to the table, just as Chislett and Bullseye finally came out from the restroom. As they sat, Goresky cast them a bored look. "-It's about time... I was starting to wonder if you guys were losing some vital organs or kidneys in there." Chislett and Bullseye exchanged glances. They both knew Goresky knew, but was just reacting with bad humour. Chislett responded, "-Nah... just got held up a bit." Right bro?" He elbowed Bullseye in the shoulder. His brother flinched, but went along. "-Yeah, what he said." Goresky closed his eyes, and shrugged, "-Alrighty then..." "-Oh yeah... didn't you say you had something to tell Goresky, Bullseye?" added Chislett, jabbing him in the arm again. Wincing in irritation, Bullseye smiled wryly, "-Yeeeah... guess I did." "-Okay... what is it?" asked Goresky. Bullseye chewed on his lower lip, thinking. He wasn't really that used to apologizing... But knowing that it was for the sake of his brother, the young warthog forced himself to cough one up. "-Basically... that I... pretty much... am... extremely sorry... for my... rude... commentary... and for... making you... feel bad... and... I'm just... sorrry." And... you've... got me there... for you... when you... need it." Yeah." Goresky stared wordlessly at his brother for a moment. Then he glanced at Chislett. "-You told him what happened to me, didn't you?" Chislett twisted his fingers, nervously. "-Yeeeah... kinda." "-About what Dad did?" "-Yup." "-The guys at school?" "-Uh huh." "What did you NOT tell him?" Chislett shrugged, "Dunno," and put a hand to the side of his face, so Bullseye couldn't see, as he mouthed to Goresky, the name of someone they both knew. Goresky nodded, "-Ah... kay." Well then... there you have it Bullseye.. now you know." Bullseye tried to make him feel better, for judging from his brother's tone, he knew Goresky was rather distraught. "-Oh come on Goresk... it's not like I'm MAD at you or anything!" That was just... a rather big 'bomb' you dropped on me, after eleven years... but hey, it's cool... no harm done!" I'm okay with it!" "-Yeah huh," muttered Goresky, not even looking at him, as he sipped his drink. Bullseye sighed, "-Gee, you sound convinced..." Goresky swallowed, and replied, "-Sorry... but it's just I've been through this same situation, like repetitive deja vu, for the last year, with a couple friends, whom no longer associate with me, for obvious reasons-" Bullseye's ears lowered. "-Oh... sorry to hear..." But come on Goresk... you know I wouldn't let something like this, get between us!" We're FAMILY... remember??" I don't care what you do... you could KILL a person, for all I care... you're still my brother!" That won't ever change." Goresky looked rather moved at this. Even Chislett had to say, "Whoa... that's... that's pretty deep, bro-" Bullseye lifted his shoulders, "Yeah... see how much I missed you guys?" I actually took the time to think of that sentimental mumbo-jumbo..." Do you KNOW how much I loathe that stuff??" They both knew perfectly well. "-And you know what else???" If this makes you feel better... uhhh... you're not the only one going to hell!" Goresky blinked. "...Euh?" Chislett looked at Bullseye, with an incredulous look that said, "Are you KIDDING, bro?!?" *He just HAD to keep talking!* he thought, shaking his head. From the looks his brothers were giving him, Bullseye suddenly wondered if he should go on. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea, after all... but no it was too late now. "-Well... what I meant by that was... see... hey, when I die, I'm gonna be going there too!" Goresky stared, blankly. "-How so?" he dared to ask. "-Cuz I... erm... weeeell, you know how I said I had sex with a seventeen year old, over a year ago?" They both nodded. "Okay... so yeah... ummm... let's just say... that... THAT particular... 'experience'... has happened more than once, this last year-" His brothers' eyes widened. "-Bro... DUDE!" Chislett gave a tiny yelp. Goresky got a bad feeling. "-How many OTHER times, has it happened, Bullseye?" Bullseye nervously chewed on a fingertip, staring at the table top. "-Errr... say about.. ooooh... three or four times... max... a.... week-" His eyes darted back up. Both Goresky and Chislett's mouths were suspended in air. Their younger brother swallowed. "-Well??" His second oldest brother finally spoke. "-Bullseye... bro... you... you're like a MACHINE!" shrieked Chislett, a huge, silly, grinning look on his face, of large amusement. "You're a fucking animal, man!!" A wave of relief swept through Bullseye. But then he realized that Goresky was still slack-jawed and shock-faced. "-Uhh.. Goresk?" You okay?" It took him a minute, but the oldest replied at last. "-Yeeeah... sure... I'm just fine!" I'm good." I mean... it's not everyday you find out that-" *-Oh fuck it!* he thought. "-Oh god, my baby brother's a 'pimp'!" Goresky moaned, in despair. Bullseye's ears flattened. "-Excuse me?" Hey, who you calling 'baby brother'?!?" I was born not even eight minutes after you, Goresky, remember??" I WOULD've came sooner, if Chis hadn't crowded me out!" "-HEY!" yelped Chislett, in protest. "It's not like I TRIED to!" I was a frickin' 'fetus' for fuck's sake!" Bullseye paused. "-Riiight... nice use of alliteration there bro... never thought you'd be king of English-" And yeah... you're right... wasn't your fault!" I mean-" he gestured towards Chislett, "-Nine pounds and seven ounces, and-" he gestured to himself, "-Four pounds and twelve ounces!" Why, there's no injustice there!" His brother snorted at his sarcasm, and rolled his eyes. Having his point said, Bullseye turned back to Goresky. "-Anyways, you get it now??" I'm 'damned' cuz I indulge in 'sexual pleasure', and out of wedlock, which in the book, apparently is a big 'no-no'!" So yeah... if you die before me... at least you can look forward to my company!" Goresky was blankly staring again. Bullseye twitched, "-Eee.. if you can't tell by NOW bro, I'm REALLY not good at apologizes..." Seriously... it's like I'm dying here-" His brother twisted his mouth, considering this point. Goresky said, "-If 'that' was your way of apologizing, then... well, I guess it was no worse than what Chislett could do." "-HEY!" yelped Chislett. His brother gave him a glance. "Sorry Chis... but come on... you know it's true... your apologies have a tendency to be... how do I put it... PAINFUL!" Chislett was taken aback. "-Maybe... but stiiill... that was harsh, bro!" Goresky tried to reason. "-Oh okay... I'm sorry!" But I'm just saying... yours are... eeeh... and then you hear one, from someone like Dad or Jacque, and yours just kinda-" "Whoa, whoa, whoa hold up!" Bullseye exclaimed. "'Jacque'??" Who the hell's that?" His brothers froze. *Aww crap!* they thought. There was silence, until Bullseye pressed again, "-Well???" Goresky gulped, "-Err... you see... ummm... remember how I said that... I've had 'relations' with... one guy?" "-Yeees?" "-Jacque... he... that would be the guy." And... still is-" Now Bullseye froze. He blinked once, and gave a blank stare. After another piercing silence, he finally choked out, "-So... he's... your-" "-Yeah... my... 'partner'," Goresky twitched. Bullseye closed his eyes. "-Hell... just say... 'boyfriend' Goresk.. might as well." "-Okay.. YES he is my BOYFRIEND." Happy??" Bullseye gave an odd look. "-I feel MANY things right now, bro... but.. somehow... I think 'happy' isn't one of them... exactly." More like... utter confusion and... uncertainty... so to speak-" Goresky slowly twiddled his thumbs, uncomfortably, and Chislett questioned, "Wanna see a picture of him?" Bullseye's eyebrows went up, and Goresky looked at Chislett like he was crazy. "-Chis... is that REALLY gonna help here??" he griped. Bullseye pursed his lips, thinking about this. "-You know what... sure, I do." Why not." Chislett gave Goresky an "I-told-you-so" look, as his brother rolled his eyes, and took out his wallet. As Goresky flipped through it, Bullseye looked at Chislett. "-Is he a 'pretty-boy'?" he wanted to know, speaking of Jacque. Goresky flattened his ears, and shot Bullseye an insulted look. "WHAT???" I was just guessing!" His oldest brother gave an annoyed hiss, and continued looking. Chislett however, laughed with amusement and replied to Bullseye's question instead. "-Oh yeah!" He's definitely 'man-pretty'!" Goresky scowled at his other brother. "-Chislett!" "What??" Oh come on Goresk... YOU of all people know it's true!" protested Chislett. Then he turned back to Bullseye and added, "Seriously, his eyelashes go for miles!" The man is gorgeous, ain't he bro?" He nudged Goresky in the arm, but his brother was still fuming. Chislett sighed, "-Oh come on Goresk!" Take a joke, will ya?" Jacque's MY best friend, remember?" When do I ever MEAN half the shit I say about him??" I'm just kidding-" Bullseye yelped, "-Wait a sec!" First you guys say this Jacque dude is Goresky's 'boyfriend'... and now you're saying he's Chislett's 'best friend'??" What the fuck?!?" Realizing that it DID sound rather weird, Chislett tried to explain, "Nonono... Bullseye it's not as bad as it sounds-" Bullseye snorted, "Yeah... you're only friends with your brother's BITCH... there's nothing WRONG with that, on any level!" How could ANYONE make a bad interpretation about THAT??" His brothers could hear the sarcasm practically dribbling from his mouth, this time. They exchanged glances. Bullseye sighed, "-Whatever... you found that picture yet??" Goresky snapped out of it, and looked again. "-Oh yeah... yup, found one." Here." He handed the photo to Bullseye. His younger brother looked at it, long and hard. In the photograph, was Goresky and Chislett, with a male caracal-like creature, wearing a blue shirt with light blue leaves, black pants, green gloves, and red shoes (To be honest, Bullseye usually hated guys that wore such bright/flashy/vibrant colours, with the exception of some of the guys in his group). They were all hanging out, all buddy-buddy like. Though he'd never admit or (try to) realize it, Bullseye felt rather jealous of this Jacque, from the start. The three were basically a group... a circle of friends... like he and his brothers had USED to be... before their parent's separation and mother's death... Just then it occurred to him that he should say something. "Well... mind explaining all this, then?" Friends with his boyfriend... boyfriend with his friend... how does that work out, exactly?" Goresky chewed his lip. "-It's a really long story-" Bullseye shrugged. "-Well I'm not doing anything... nowhere to go... what about you guys?" Chislett thought outloud, "-It's only about quarter after one... nah, we don't gotta go nowhere for a couple hours." Bullseye looked to Goresky. "What do you say bro?" Goresky considered this matter. Finally, he agreed, "Okay then... guess we'll 'spin the yarn'." But like I said, it's a long story... so we might as well order some real food here, for some late lunch... this could take awhile-"