CHAPTER TITLE: Ted and Mikey Have a Plan_Nine of One Hundred
RATING: this chapter: PG
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 1,245
WARNINGS: this chapter: none, mostly dialogue, Ted_Michael_Brian
NON-CANON: Britin is in the countryside outside of Pittsburgh, not in West Virginia
DISCLAIMER: Nothing I can say that hasn’t been said already? Not mine.
Originally Beta’ed by herefordroad, all subsequent mistakes are mine
Story throughout contains excerpts from The Brian Kinney Operating Manual including commentary from the Editors
SUMMARY FROM THE EDITORS: ‘Let me know when to cut the checks, where to sign on the dotted line and how much time until I’ll need to break out my road trip clothes.’
Brian with Ted and Michael discuss relevant things having to do with art and business
AUTHOR‘S NOTES: This story projects 59 years into the future and reflects all that that entails, many of the loose ends are tied-up. I dance with POV, I dance with time, in essence, I just dance to the song Brian & Justin sang to me.
Contains: Brian_others, Justin_others. They grow old, they are always together for just as long as time allows, but, ultimately, they will die.
As someone wise once said, ‘In the end, it’s all about Brian and Justin’ and I can only agree
A Time From Now
Ted and Mikey Have a Plan
Next Day - Pittsburgh
“Good thinking, getting here early,” Michael said, while perusing the known-by-heart lunch menu. “We can get our orders in before he gets here…easy-peasy. Let’s see, for him…maybe we should just go crazy and get him a chicken salad--”
“Living on the edge, Michael,” Ted advised. “Kind of like poking the tiger with a stick that --”
“Whatever,” Michael said, putting down his menu. “This way, no interruptions and actually, there are a couple of things I wanted to ask you.” So they put in their order, and they chit-chatted while waiting and soon Brian arrived.
“Boys.” He sat across from them, his look one of amusement.
Michael leaned across the table to give him a light kiss. “Hey Brian,” he said.
Ted signaled for Hunter to bring them their order which Hunter did with a minimum of attitude. He placed their plates around the table, asking, “How’s…what’s his name?” He narrowed his eyes. He scrunched his nose. In general, he showed his feigned distaste.
“Justin’s fine, Hunter, just fine,” Brian replied, tilting his head up toward him. “I’ll let him know you were thinking about him.”
“You just do that,” and coming in close, bringing his mouth right next to Brian’s ear, Hunter murmured, “and if you ever get lonely just…hey, don’t pinch me Michael.” And having almost too easily gotten his desired response, Hunter left yelling to Pete, the Liberty Diner’s second best short-order cook, “Lay off the bell, dude, I’m…coming. Jeez.”
“So, Michael, Theodore,” Brian asked, “what is this fabulous idea?”
“It’s really Michael’s idea,” Ted explained, “the core of it, but it’s kind of grown in scope. We’ve wanted to find a way of respecting the people who died, so Michael thought that we could maybe commission Justin to paint a mural or something for the inside of Babylon.
Ted paused while Brian uttered, “Huh.” Both he and Michael smiled slightly, they had his attention.
“But it’s grown from there as I mentioned. It became complicated when we decided Justin should be paid, like a real artist doing a real commission, but knowing him as we do, he wouldn’t want to accept money from us. He’d want anything he did to be his contribution, right?”
“As we thought, so we decided we needed to find a way for him to get paid that he couldn’t turn down. We started by contacting the city, we thought maybe they budgeted money for public memorials, but they said that they could only provide a plaque of some sort for the outside of Babylon with the names of those who died and the date. So we can get them to do that, if you want but, obviously, that doesn’t help with Justin or any real memorial or…with your reservations.”
Brian shook his head, said, “That doesn’t help, but I sense there’s even more so now you, Mikey. Let Ted eat.”
“Sure, sure, so next we contacted the ‘Gay & Lesbian Center‘…yeah yeah…I know I know, not your favorite people, but anyway, they’re hot on the idea of a memorial just not in Babylon…not their favorite place as we all know. They’ve decided they want to commission several artists, probably three or four, including Justin, especially since he was there that night, to do a portrait of each person who died for a memorial at the Center. Their plan is to raise funds through community contributions. Justin can’t turn down that kind of money, it would be insulting, or at least, we can convince him of that, so that leaves us still needing something for the inside of Babylon. We thought we could con him a little. You could make an extra large donation to the Center’s project as Kinnetik, a part of which could be passed on --”
“Kind of like the loan to the ‘Concerned Citizens for the Truth‘?”
“Exactly, except without the pay-back. In fact, that’s how we came up with the idea, so without him knowing, it would still be a paid commissioning…in a way. He can donate the material, which should would be more than enough for the struggling young artiste, who, by the way, is making pretty decent money on Rage…just saying.”
“How would we get the mural here?” Brian asked.
“We could use the center’s van or rent, we’ll do a road trip, it’s not like we’ve done one of those in awhile, not since…” Michael faltered, suddenly concerned he was treading where he shouldn’t.
“Mikey, I’m okay, Justin and I are okay. He’s only been gone three fucking weeks so lighten up. And anyway I like it, a little complicated, but most of the bases are covered. I want the plaque so go ahead with that. Can we get their photographs for the portraits from the newspaper or --?”
“The Center will handle all of that,” Ted said. “They’re asking the Post-Gazette if they can have the photographs they’ve published and the paper, who has promised a sizable contribution by the way, is contacting the families for their permission.”
“Good. Now apparently, we just need to rebuild Babylon so we have somewhere to hang the plaque and what will undoubtedly be a major work of art. I can leave most of that to you, Ted, right?”
“Right, I kept the paperwork I started right after the bombing…just in case you…well…you know.”
“Just in case I changed my mind?”
Ted nodded almost imperceptibly.
“It seems I have so ya done good boys, very good. I think it’s best if you two continue as liaisons with the city and with the Center, as necessary. Let me know when to cut the checks, where to sign on the dotted line and how much time until I’ll need to break out my road trip clothes. Meanwhile, I’d say you’ve got a lot of work to do.” He smiled when they exchange a little look of victory. “Don’t tell Justin anything yet. Wait until the plans are more finalized. We wouldn’t want to break his little heart if all the pieces don’t fall into place. Let the Center contact him about the portraits. Once that commission is complete, we’ll tell him about Babylon. One thing at a time.” They agreed although there was disappointment in Michael’s eyes. Brian realized he’d been looking forward to telling Justin everything, but everything would just have to wait. With life being what it was, he really could only focus on one thing at a time.
The Brian Kinney Operating Manual - A Life Examined
the chapter titled - ‘Brian & His Nightclubs’
Brian will rebuild his Babylon exactly the way he wants, which really won’t be too much different from the way it was, just more High Tech…better sound system…better restroom facilities…better security system etc. and with a new name - Babylon@PITTSBURGH. He will also install the profoundly beautiful mural painted by Justin, which will become the club‘s centerpiece, its focal point, the justification Brian needed to rebuild. The general population of Liberty Avenue, and its environs, will dance and fuck their nights away where seven people died. Will that make everything alright? Will that allow Brian the peace of mind he desires, maybe even deserves? Probably not, but at least it’s a start. With the rebuilding of Babylon, Brian will have, at least, found a very good place to start.
Next Chapter: Justin reflects on Brian‘s coping methods & just how really damaged they are
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