"I don't want to wear it!" Jason stamped his feet.
The kids had made their way back an hour or so after Virgil and Jeff, interrupting another playful bickering session between the two. Since it was still brunch time, they figured the kids could go for a swim and enjoy the sun and keep that energy going. Jason, however, was not happy about one stipulation.
"Well, you're not going to go swim without sunscreen, so," Virgil shrugged and waved the bottle.
Hood stamped again, several times, "I already had some on for the jog. That should be enough!"
"It's not enough, and I'm not sending you back to Bruce crispy," he held the bottle of spf 70.
"I don't want it! No! I already had some that I didn't want! No, no, no!" he jumped up and down angrily, sliding to the floor in one particular jump and sitting, crossing his arms.
Virgil raised a brow, looking down at him. He scoffed, laughing as Jason glared up at him, "Ok, cool. So let's see what choices you have."
"I don't-"
"Choice number one," he interrupted him, "Do you want to swim? Yes or no?"
"Yes I want to swim! But I don't-
"If," he interrupted again, "you want to swim you will be wearing sunscreen. Stand up so I can put it on you."
"I don't need sunscreen to swim. It's stupid! I don't want-!"
"I'm not about to deal with being yelled at," V held up a disapproving finger before switching to a different sunscreen for Miguel's more melanated complexion, "You better figure out how to talk nicely to me."
"I wont talk to you at all, how about that?!" Jason glared at Virgil as he shrugged again, "I said I'm not talking to you!"
Miles looked at Miguel who rolled his eyes. He hadn't really seen one of Jason's fits, but he was aware he had them sometimes. He just didn't think it would be over something so tiny. Jeff raised a brow, looking at Robert in disbelief. The older man shook his head at the boy's actions.
"Ok, you're good, go have fun swimming," Virgil shooed him before turning to Jefferson, "You could have done Miles, you just waiting for me?"
"Kinda," Jeff admitted.
J pouted, watching Miguel prepare to walk out the door. Although Miles called him, asking him to wait.
"Tim, you got sunscreen?"
"Yeah," the man showed his arms off as he walked with his laptop, "He wants you to argue with him, that's kinda his thing," he whispered about his child of an older brother.
Virgil looked at Red Robin as if he grew a second head, "I'm not about to engage with that," he pointed, "I do not argue with kids or adults and I do not give into tantrums."
He wasn't exactly whispering like Tim had been so Jason heard him very clearly. This only led to sour his mood more.
"You're being mean to me," he whined.
"I thought you weren't talking to me," V rubbed the sunscreen on Miles' face.
"But that doesn't mean you shouldn't talk to me…"
"I don't talk to people who shout at me," he sprayed the eighteen year old's back, "Are you two going with spray or lotion?"
"You know good and well we don't need that stuff. Your wife got you confused," Robert turned his nose up, "I never wore that stuff until I met your mother."
Jeff snickered, "Makes sense that Jason and Miguel would have to wear it, but y'know."
Virgil turned to stare at both of the men, a smile on his face concealing his mild irritation, "Hey Sunshine, isn't your mom a nurse? How would she feel about the myth that black people don't need sunscreen? Hmm?"
Miles looked at his dad, smirking mischievously, "Probably wouldn't take too kind to it."
"Did I ever tell you that my mom is a nurse too? And my sister actually. Wonder what their professional opinions are," he turned, giving both men a subtle glare, "Maybe I should give mama a quick call."
Jeff's face fell, looking off nervously, "I wasn't saying I wouldn't wear it, just saying it's definitely important on those two," he took the spray, spritzing his arms.
"I raised you better than that," Robert held his hand out for the spray can.
"Sure didn't," V sent both kids out to play. With them taken care of and the two other men complying he merely had to deal with the fuss bucket on the floor.
He looked down, now giving his full attention to Jason, "Get up. Because if you think that you might ruin my day by having a fit in the belief that I'm going to forgo a good time with family and friends to make you stay at my side, you are sorely mistaken. If you don't wear the lotion then you aren't going back outside, let alone swimming."
J started to fuss loudly, "I don't like sunscreen!"
"You can watch everyone else have fun from the cabin then. I'm gonna go hang with Pops and Jefferson," he put his sunglasses on.
"But I want to swim!"
Virgil grabbed his sandals and made his way to the door, "Tim, you need to come sit in here with Jason. He doesn't want to listen."
"No!" Jay quickly stood, hurrying over and taking his arm, "I want to go swim with Miles and Miguel! I want to have fun! It's supposed to be a vacation!"
"I don't like being yelled at and I don't like repeating myself," V pointed to the man's saddening face, giving him a warning look that demanded him to make a good next decision.
Whining quietly, still truthfully hurt by how Virgil hadn't engaged the way he wanted him to, "Can I get spray instead of lotion?"
"Don't you think you owe me something first?"
"I…Sorry.."
"For?"
Jason rubbed his arm, turning his gaze to the couch, "Sorry I yelled at you. Can I go out and play too, please?"
"Thank you, I accept your apology. And since you asked very nicely you can," he took the spray out and quickly got him nice and covered in a healthy layer of protection before sending him away.
X
"You done acting like a little cry baby b*tch over not being allowed to burn?" Mig teased his friend as he swam around them.
"Shut up Miguel!" he splashed him, "Calling someone a baby when you're the one in diapers."
"Irrelevant. I'm not the one kicking up a fuss on the floor because I have to wear lotion, so there," he stuck his tongue out, getting the same gesture back.
"I don't have to take this from you," he turned his nose up.
"It's a stupid thing to complain about," Miles threw a ball at him, "Pretty sure you don't want to be out fighting all red and sore."
"He'll match his moniker then," Mig snickered.
"Screw both of you!" he tossed the ball back, "Your dad is just mean."
Something about that comment flipped a switch in 2099's brain. Without even thinking about it, he reached over and gripped Jason's forearm tightly.
"He is not!" Mig shouted, "He's the kindest, most patient, amazing dad anyone could ever have! And don't you call him mean because you need to feel in charge when you're not!"
Jay raised a hand up in defense, "Hey, I was just joking. Chill out."
"I don't like those kinds of jokes!" Mig pushed him away roughly.
"You're crabby," he muttered, swimming to the ball, to continue the game of catch he and Miles had going.
X
"Well, well, look who found their way over here," Jefferson sipped his beer.
"It is I," Virgil swaggered over, watching his dad set up the grill, "Do you plan on taking a break and relaxing, old man?"
Robert snatched the spatula away as his son reached, "Boy, gone somewhere!"
"What!?"
"How you come over here, trying to grill, without the proper dad attire on?" his father shook his head in disappointment.
V stared at him in confusion, glancing over to Jefferson.
"Where are your tube socks at?" Miles' dad pointed to the younger man's feet, "You got sandals on and no socks?"
"You are not serious."
"Not even any Kswiss," Jeff tsked.
"Or New Balance," Rob added.
"Fupa!?"
"Fuma."
"Right, Fuma."
"They still make those!?" Static was genuinely surprised, "Excuse me, but I'm changing up the game. I'm gonna be a fashionable dad."
"Your barbeque will never taste as good then," Rob heat up the charcoal.
"Wow, so I'm just gonna get bullied like this? Ok, I see how it is," he shook his head, grabbing a pop and plopping in a chair.
