Big Dick

Dinner arrives too soon.

"Seriously Mac we can bail on dinner you know. We could just drive and not stop or you know anything but this." He pleads as they make their way towards he dinning room.

Shes still in his flannel.

He's pretty much planning to take her talking heads t-shirt to the grave.

She keeps tugging on the red in her hair nervously.

"You're not ashamed of me or something are you?" She smiles but he can tell its only half a joke.

He grabs a hold of her arm and pulls her close, "are you kidding? I'm ashamed of them."

That earns him a laugh.

He's racking his brain for anything they could say to her. Shes smart and pretty and honestly he has a hard time thinking up any way they could try to drag her into the mud.

It'll be okay.

He and Mac sit on one side of the table, Dick, red-eyed sits down across from them.

His father at one end and Kendal on the other. A much better arrangement than when they had first got married and she had practically sat in his lap all the damn time.

Dick eyes the outfit change with narrow eyes and he can see Mac out of he corner of his eye get red in the face and look down at the flatware.

Fuck multiple forks.

He looks at his father but he seems to be pretending that this is no different from any other dinner.

Bull fucking shit.

Every night last week he'd eaten alone,and almost every time before that it was just him and Dick. Mac however sits up taller in her chair, her sneaker hooking on his ankle under the table.

"So Mac are you in any of Beavers classes?"

He grips hard onto the furthest fork.

"No. Cassidy and I aren't in any classes together. I'm in a couple with Dick thou."

That's it he loves her.

Carve it in a tree or his arm because she had said his name with such a surprising power behind it that his father was momentarily silent.

"Mac's a senior." Dick supplies without taking his eyes off her.

"A senior? God what are you doing with the squirt? Couldn't find a senior for yourself?" Kendal's voice bursts across the room a cruel laugh under her words.

If she wasn't useful he'd put her down.

He looks across at Dick who looks sullen, a look he was unaware that his brother could do, and it really seems like he'd be the senior for her in a heartbeat.

He wonders if his father can see that on him as well.

"Neptune is severely lacking in smart, attractive boys that can carry on a conversation that doesn't make me want to put a knitting needle through my eye. The age difference between us is so minimal that only a puritan could take issue with it and you'd be pretty hard pressed to find one of those in Neptune."

Okay best girlfriend in the entire history of girlfriends everywhere. Her sneaker rubs against the back of his leg and the entire thing pulls a smile from him.

"Well said. So i assume you already have a school picked out for next year then?" His father asks and no one at the table misses the look sent at Dick.

"Im planning to go to Hearst...if my scholarship comes through."

She brushes his hand and it pulls his attention to her face. Flushed slightly and he realises what she's using the money for.

"You seem like a flexible girl. I'm sure you'll find a way."

He looks across the table at Dick to see if he thought that sounded like a proposition to him too.

It must because Dicks hand is gripping the knife too tight.

"Tha...thank you Mr. Casablancas..." Mac stumbles taking a long drink of her water as the food finally appears.

"Oh please, call me Big Dick. Everyone does and if there is anything I can do to help you just ask."

He bites the inside of his mouth to keep from telling him he's doing enough already by having sub par security.

Its like now that everyone knows Aaron was fucking Lily every sons girlfriend became fair game. If he tries it he'll be on the first train to hell, he is not above patricide, he isn't above many things.

"Ill keep that in mind Mr. Casablancas. Thank you."

The smirk on his fathers face falls but one bursts into life on Dicks face.

Kendal is surprisingly quiet at the other end of the table poking at the salad in front of her.

He knows she's more observant than she pretends, smarter too, she has to see that his father is trying to lay ground work on wife number seven. If she knows she doesn't seem to care.

Perhaps she has a contingency plan.

He makes note to ensure her loyalty.

"So what did you want to take at Hearst Mac?" Kendal asks watching like a hawk to see if Mac picks up the correct fork.

She does.

"Mac likes computers so a computer science major right? Probably take the doctorate program. Do that security computer crap." Dick surprises the majority of the table.

Cassidy is really only surprised that he lazily pops a large batch of spinach in his mouth with only minimal face contortions.

"Uh yeah Dick that's exactly what I'm going to do..." Macs voice is softer than he'd like and the way she looks at him just fucking burns.

Dick isn't looking at anyone and completely misses the tender look on Macs face.

Thank god.

"Uh yeah computer security. They have an excellent program that i'm hoping to be accepted to in the fall."

"You will." Cassidy tells her and she looks at him and smiles brightly.

A soup course arrives and Dick kicks out under the table and manages to completely miss Mac and slam right into his shin.

"I know Mac doesn't eat meat but whats with moms china and the soup course?" He grumbles pushing the soup away from him.

Cassidy looks down at the pretty white and silver china and can't believe he didn't notice moms missing china. The ones dad swears up and down aren't here just to watch how upset she gets.

"It's just Sunday dinner Dick."

Both he and Dick laugh at that.

Dick leans across the table, "you want to know the last time we had Sunday dinner. Wife number three." He sits back down and looks at Kendal, "which number are you Kendal?"

"Six" she offers freely.

Wife number three would have been...Claire. He had liked Claire. They were still young enough that she was trying to be a mother on top of a wife. Apparently she was a better mother. She wanted to have him skip a grade because he was so bored. He had been so pissed when he'd married wife number four.

Susie.

"If Mac was impressed by money I would have fucked her years ago." Dick tells the room.

"Dick!" Mac yelp from beside him, eyes wide face pink.

"Richard!" His father's voice is hard and stern and almost like a fathers.

"Don't even." Dick just brushes it off, "I'm done with this." He pushes away from the table, "I don't need to sit here and watch you try to lay the ground work for wife number seven. I'll be in the pool house trying to kill the brain cells that care."

He leaves the room, slamming every possible door on his way. Which albeit is only three but he makes a good effort.

"Mac I'm terribly sorry for that." His father places his hand over Macs.

"It's alright Mr. Casablanca's perhaps we could try this another time I really should get home. I have a lot of things to take care of before Monday."

She looks desperately at him and he gets out of his chair and pulls her seat out from the table.

"Sure. Sometime next week perhaps. Once Dick has calmed down."

"Sure." He agrees. What's the harm in promising that when he knows next week his father isn't going to be here.

He is moving his plan forward for the sake of his sanity and Macs virtue. Because the way his father watches her get out of her seat is almost predatory.

He'll talk to Veronica tomorrow to investigate Kendal's fidelity. Maybe he'll get a discounted rate because of Mac? Probably not. He just hoped he was there to see the look on her face when she found out who Kendal was fucking on the side.

He walks Mac out to her car.

"Okay next time you say we should drive away and not stop I'll believe you." She concedes leaning against her driver side door. She had parked at an odd angle in her hurry and he felt like a dick all over again.

"Okay. I'm sorry about Dick." He's not sure if he means about his chosen dinner topics or letting him get in his head about her. Just because Dick had believed it didn't make it true.

"I feel like such a bitch. I was so mean to him earlier..."

"He'll deal. He'll go and drink in the pool house till he barfs and then it will be a non issue."

He hopes.

The tender look on her face at dinner had cut at him.

"I didn't even know that he liked me..."

"It doesn't make a difference does it?" He tries to keep the pathetic worried jealousy out of his voice but is positive that he fails.

"Course not. I like you. Rather a lot. I don't just do the kinda stuff we did earlier with anyone you know." She flushes beautifully and he wonders if her mind is filled with it. With the feel of his fingers and... He presses hard into her without meaning to and it pulls the softest sound from her.

Her arms slide across his shoulders and she pulls him down into a kiss.

She's poison.

She makes him careless he's sure but god when her mouth is on him, when her hands touch his skin, with the smell of her on him he's positive he doesn't care.

The police are completely lost only the Mars family shows any threat and as soon as his trust fund is unlocked he'll have access to the kind of money that makes problems go away.

His hands push his shirt away from her skin, fingers in the waist of her shorts she pulls back.

"I really do have to go."

"Stay."

"With your creepy dad. No thanks. Plus my parents are going to throw a fit when I get home without the shirt I left in..." She narrows her eyes at him as he pulls away from her, "you sure you haven't seen my shirt?"

"Swear."

"All right...if you find it I'd like it back."

"Sure thing." He promises fingers crossed as she gets into her car and drives away.

He's in his bedroom tossing her shirt into his bug out bag when he gets a text message.

It's from Dick.

What does alcohol poisoning feel like? Cause I can't stop barfing

He laughs and heads out to the pool house anyway because yeah he's pissed at Dick but he'd called dad out on something for the first time in his life and maybe he sort of still loved him and shit.

Dick is sitting in front of the toilet eyes red a cup of water sitting on the floor next to him looking like someone had killed his dog.

"Hey..." Cassidy leans against the door frame not sure if he cares enough to get any closer.

Dick looks up at him with those stupid kicked puppy eyes he knows so well, " I thought she...I thought...I'm an idiot." He finishes like he can't possibly manage to complete a single sentence.

He lurches forward and vomits violently.

It looks painful and when he pulls back a full two minutes later the sound of the flush filling the room tears are falling down his stupid face.

Cassidy sighs heavily and takes a wet face cloth from the sink and sits down next to Dick and wipes his face clean.

"I love her." He tells him and the words are painful to hear and his stomach twists violently.

"Yeah well so do I."

"So does dad." Dick looks like he's going to be sick again which you know totally possible since he'd poisoned him and all.

"I'll take care of dad."

"Like you took care of Susie..."

"Not quite."

Dick pushes away from the wall again and let's loose the contents of his stomach.

He takes a long drink after this one.

"It was the same shirt."

"What?"

"She had been wearing the same shirt at Rachelle's party."