A/N: Inspired by the deleted 'Roman pulls a gun on Kendall' scene.
Roman strokes the barrel of the gun he had in his brother's face a few minutes ago. Kendall had looked him straight in the eye without flinching. I wouldn't. You'll feel bad.
Kendall must have known it wasn't loaded. That's what Roman is telling himself, anyway. It's better than the alternative.
He'd thought he'd feel better after humiliating his brother, but he feels worse if anything. He hates Kendall right now, the daddy's boy who can do no wrong. Try to overthrow daddy, get a promotion. While Roman practically sucks daddy off every day and gets ignored and boar on the floor'd in return.
Fuck Kendall. Roman should have loaded the fucking gun and blown the smug look right off his brother's stupid face.
"What are you doing?"
Roman calms slightly at the sound of Gerri's voice. He looks at the gun in his hand. "Oh, it's not loaded."
"I should hope not." Gerri approaches gingerly and reaches out to take the weapon from him. "I know tonight was rough…"
"Do you wanna get drunk?" he asks her abruptly.
She frowns at him. "No."
"That's too bad." He lowers the weapon to his side. "I'll put the gun away."
"Rome…"
"I'm fine, Gerr."
"Alright." Her eyes flick to the gun again. "I'm going to bed. Don't get too drunk."
He scoffs as she leaves him alone with the gun again. For no real reason, he brings the unloaded weapon up to his mouth and opens wide, taking the muzzle in.
