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It was only a matter of time before Alec got bored. He was the youngest there in the Very Nice garden party. No one seemed to be paying any real attention to him. Sure he'd gotten the turn around and introduced to Important People by Andrew. (Benefactor... tragic accident with parents... father worked in one Andrew's companies... blah... blah blah). Then the older women coo'd over him and pinched his cheeks. He got a lot of, "You're such a lucky little boy."
But that was over now.
Everyone was ignoring him.
His shoes pinched.
And then he heard a couple of people talking about how people in France ate snails. Curious, he decided to hunt out some snails to see if it really was as tasty as they said.
Alec couldn't find any snails, but there were slugs.
Slugs. Snails. Same thing, right?
A few minutes later a waiter walked up to Andrew and cleared his throat briefly.
But that was over now.
Everyone was ignoring him.
His shoes pinched.
And then he heard a couple of people talking about how people in France ate snails. Curious, he decided to hunt out some snails to see if it really was as tasty as they said.
Alec couldn't find any snails, but there were slugs.
Slugs. Snails. Same thing, right?
A few minutes later a waiter walked up to Andrew and cleared his throat briefly.
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"Alec." It was one word, but it spoke volumes. It was simultaneously a question as to what, exactly, Alec was doing to get himself in trouble, and an admonition to stop it.
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His eyes go wide a bit and he drops the cracker, not guiltily, just out of surprise. "Sir?" he asks.
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"Are you attempting to eat that?" he asks, pointing at the offending slug which is crawling its way off the cracker as he speaks.
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"Yessir."
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Does he really want to know why? He's not sure.
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And then he breathes again.
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He shakes his head.
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Obviously he must have thought it was a good idea or he wouldn't have done it, now would he? How could he answer this question?
"Is this a trick question, sir?"
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Because eating snails at a garden party seemed like poor reasoning to him.
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He thinks about it some more.
"I didn't know that was an option and I was bored, sir."
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He shakes his head. There won't be a future event like this, because he's going to make sure Alec never eats slugs again.
"If you have any... bizarre thing you want to try, consult me first."
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Andrew called this a party. Alec's definition of a party involved balloons, funny hats, cake and ice cream and presents. Also games. Like pin the tail on the donkey and a pinata.
"Is there going to be ice cream later?"
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At the question about the ice cream, he shook his head slowly, as if unable to believe Alec was even asking it. "If there were, you wouldn't be having any. But, as luck would have it, there isn't."
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Alec makes a face about the lack of ice cream comment. Not so much about the idea that he wasn't getting any (which stunk) but the fact that there wasn't any to be had at all.
"It's not a very good party."
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Which meant being invisible, essentially.
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His temper is near the fraying edge right now.
He's bored.
His feet hurt from the shoes.
He just got yelled at for keeping himself out of the way and entertained.
What is he supposed to be doing?
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Well, that's a diversion from his anger. Instead, he now clearly feels awkward.
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He shot a dirty glance at the direction of the party, assuming the woman was over there somewhere.
"What did she look like?"
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His voice was dripping with condescension, but unfortunately she was the wife of a very wealthy business partner, and he couldn't say anything against her.
"Next time, kick her."
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However... "I think that might fall under not behaving, sir."
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A few moments later, he realizes that perhaps being sarcastic with a nine year old is a lost cause, and shakes his head. "Don't actually do it. But you're allowed to glare. In fact, I encourage it."
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"I can glare," he agrees. "I think I'd rather avoid her though. She smells funny."
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It's times like these he actually likes having a mouthy little kid around. Nobody can blame a child for being disarmingly honest.
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"How much longer are we going to be here?" he asks, still bored and tired.
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If Alec were a couple years older, Andrew would offer him a drink. Hey, Andrew started drinking at twelve, and no harm was done. Debatably.
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"How much are you paying me?" he asks.
Alec's already sampled some of the champagne when no one was looking. It's amazing how many adults don't notice nine year old boys.
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He could probably be talked into paying something, but he wasn't going to let Alec know that.
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Violence and anti-religious sentiments! He raises his child so well, doesn't he?
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Still, he's doing an excellent job.
"So is that a yes on the listening to people?"
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He figures Alec is sneaky enough to manage that.
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He's always trying to haggle.
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And perhaps more importantly, why does he always lose to a nine year old?
Alec just stares at him.
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"Twelve, then."
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Plus there were those little fish egg things.