Title: We need drivers
Chapter 3 - Balloons
Fandom: Ocean's eleven
Pairing: Virgil/Turk (gen so far)
Rating: PG
Summary: It reminds him of their 8th birthday.
Turk's POV before and during the scene with the balloons.
A/N: We need drivers takes place during the first movie and is part of the Driving me crazy 'Verse (which includes all three movies)
CHAPTER THREE - BALLOONS
He spots the balloons first. They're kind of hard to miss, being that there are about ten of them, all bright orange and yellow, all floating above the slot machines, practically glowing in the light from the electric chandeliers.
It reminds him of their 8th birthday. They'd planned a big party, all the kids from school were invited and their mum had baked a huge cake, it was shaped like a car. She let him and Virgil do the frosting. And when they couldn't agree on the colour, she suggested Turk cover one half with green frosting and Virgil the other with blue. They'd both been so excited the night before they'd insisted on going to bed right after dinner, like they always did on Christmas Eve, to make Christmas Day come sooner.
Only the next morning Turk was burning up and the party got cancelled.
He'd figured that Virgil would hate him forever, but later that day he woke up to the sound of a couple of hesitant knocks on the door to his room and opened his eyes to see Virgil sneaking inside. He'd brought a piece of cake, a blue piece, some of his own comics and a balloon, also one of the blue. He didn't say anything, he just tied the balloon to the bedpost at the foot of the bed and put the cake and the comics down on the nightstand. Then he snuck back out again.
The next morning he was running a fever as well. Their mum said they might as well share a bed and keep each other company. They both made a big fuss about it, but as soon as she left them alone, Turk offered to share comics with Virgil and then they'd lied there, tucked in next to each other, silently reading comic after comic. It was the longest they'd gone without fighting in what was probably their entire lives. And come to think of it, they haven't gone that long without at least bickering since then either.
He starts walking towards the mark. The balloons are getting closer, any second now Virgil is going to round the last row of slot machines and be in full view. Turk takes a deep breath to compose himself. He'd barely been able to contain his glee earlier when they were standing in front of the almost full-length mirror to double check the outfits.
Virgil's reflection had met his gaze and scowled.
"Shut up", he'd said and Turk had protested that he hadn't said a thing, even as he was laughing.
Virgil, being the touchy person that he is, had petulantly shoved his shoulder and then walked off in a huff.
"Yee haaw!" Turk had called after him.
Virgil had shown tremendous will power and kept walking. He grabbed the balloons off of Rusty as they passed each other in the door and continued to stomp out of sight.
Turk continued to cackle and after Virgil was most likely out of ear shot did he chuckle to himself. Rusty shot him a look, but neither him or Reuben said anything, no-one ever did anymore. They just seemed to swallow their sighs, give each other meaningful or exasperated looks and sometimes they'd shake their heads, but they never bothered to say anything to him or Virgil. It was almost like they figured it'd encourage them further, or something.
Now he can see Virgil, still huffing by the looks of it, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to stay in character and not crack up again. That cowboy hat is just too much. And combined with the balloons, and that look of indignation on Virgil's face, pouting as he is like a put out school girl, it's just priceless, the whole picture.
Of course, as soon as they bump into each other, he's on auto pilot. And he guesses Virgil is too. All the bickering, the screaming matches and the pushing of each other's buttons, it's all second nature to them. They can and do fall into it at the drop of a hat. It's very convenient for cons. They could make it convincing in their sleep, because it's not like they're really faking it, not really.
He leans his head back and guffaws, pointing his finger at Virgil and his stupid cowboy hat, feeling the adrenalin start to rush as the security guy sidles up to them.
"He's a balloon boy!" he cackles and points.
"Yeah I'm a balloon boy!" Virgil shouts back. "You're spitting in my face!"
"Gentlemen, please", the security guy insists next to them, and something else, Turk doesn't really pay attention to him, he's too busy enjoying himself taunting Virgil. He makes it so easy too. If he was a bird his feathers would be all ruffled by now. Instead he splutters and hisses and there's a faint blush in his cheeks too, either from genuine anger or from the adrenalin, or both.
He pulls the balloons back down and wraps the act up by spluttering out something lame like he doesn't have time to stand around, "with you two circus animals!" and then he strides off.
He's such a prima donna, Turk thinks and smirks to himself as he hurries off in the other direction.
He tries not to acknowledge his sudden craving for cake, especially cake with blue frosting, because he doesn't even like blue and come to think of it he doesn't like cake all that much either.
End.