A simple story II - Deleted scenes
Deleted scenes
Greg was a bit hungry. He opened the fridge, saw some new boxes in and opened one, closing it on the move.
« Urgh...
- What's up ? »
Ed was busy cutting tomatoes.
« What is wrong ? It's all moisted !
Really ? Let me see... It's cheese !
Cheese ? It's rotten !
Of course it's not. It's some real cheese, not what you think being cheese but is only some kind of molten plastic.
It's edible ? Really ? »
Ed nodded, cutting some slices of bread, taking the cheeses.
« Look. That one, it's Roquefort. Don't think about how it looks, it's a really good one. That one is a true swiss emmenthal. Smell how intense is its scent ! It's like sweaty soles !
Urgh...
Come on, you're not so pussy when you're stealing your uncle's cigars and you know how strong they smell. It smells almost the same !
But I don't eat them !
You should try.
But it's moisture !
It's what gives the taste to the cheese. It's only mushrooms after all, it's fully edible.
And that one ? It seems more regular than the others.
Hell no, it's one of the strongest I have here. It's Epoisses. One of the trickiest cheese to make.
Why that ?
Because the moisture making it is very close to other one who is deadly to us.
Are you kidding ???
I don't. And if the maker makes it wrong, all the products must be burnt. Every 10 years, 2 or 3 people in France dies because of it.
And it's sold freely ?
In France it is. Those cheeses are not allowed here. But Hell when you have friends able to find some, we can always get some. There are stronger cheeses that that one but they are more like a chemical weapon, even for me... »
Mark, Greg, Ed and FJ were sat around the table. All of them more or less dressed. Ed was wearing only a jock, seeming to regret to had offered to play strip poker, especially knowing than the ultimate loser would have to clean the dishes for a full week. The winner would be have the best cigar coming from Mark's box.
« I'm good.
Two cards.
One.
You're bluffing, Gruff.
One in enough.
I'll have three.
It's ok, I already knew you have nothing, FJ.
Check.
You're bluffing too, Ed. You don't know how to play poker.
I will win the round and I'll have the cigar.
You're dreaming, Gruff.
I know than I will win.
You've always been too much confident. You're still the same growing up.
Really ?
You always tried to make us believe than you could do better than the others and each time it went south.
Sure not.
Of course it did. As a toddler you wanted to get rid of your diaps the sooner. How it ended ? I'm sure than I ended having all your body fluids on me.
I don't remember and you will not distract me with that kind of story.
If you need to keep concentrate that means you're bluffing. I was right then.
We'll see.
It's true that it happened ?
Hell yea, Ed. I was his sitter and when I had to diap him, it was each time a nightmare. If I can remember... Gruff, you peed on me 11 times, barfed 4 times and twice you had an explosive diarrhea at the wrong moment.
- Urgh...
You bled on me three times too. You had the true talent to run everywhere and to hit a door. You destroyed two shirts of mine with all that.
I was a toddler !
I know. Thinking about it, the only body fluid of your I never had is your sperm.
And it will never happen.
With all that, it reminds me than I forgot to put the washing machine on...
I know than you had lost, Ed, so I'll do it. It's my turn after all and I must take a leak too. »
Mark stood up to take care of everything, coming back five minutes later, wiping his hands.
« I'm taking back what I said before.
About what ?
About Gruff's body fluids. Son, next time you'll enjoy yourself on your undies, be a good boy and put it directly on the machine, not on the basket, ok ?
Oh...Sorry...
It doesn't matter. By the way, jacks, three of a kind !
A double 8...
Flush, guys !
Nice, Gruff, but I have a full house ! 7 and 9 !
Damn !
I told you so. The cigar will be mine ! FJ ? The tee-shirt... »
« By the way, what about those flags ?
Well, FJ, the one on the left is the Bear flag. You know the rainbow flag ?
Of course...
Well, it symbolise the homosexual world. But truth to be told, it's for pansies. That flag if for bears. Men looking like real dudes.
How so ?
Like dudes like me and Mark. You know. Strong, thick, musculars, hairy or not. Acting like real dudes.
Oh ok. Old ones too then...
Asshole... »
Gruff was sighing, finishing to clean the dishes. He was still wondering how it could possible for Ed to get three four of a kind a row.
Ed was beginning to smoke the large cigar on the leather chair. Mark was looking at him, jealous and angry.
« I'm sure than you cheated.
How I could do it ? Hiding card on my clothes ? I just had my jocks on.
I'm certain than you cheated, I just don't know how but you did it and I'll know how some day.
It's not fair to charge without any evidence. Mmmmm... A real candy, that one. Want a bit of the flavor ?
No one can have three four kind of aces in a row ! I'm not against the idea...
Drop on your knees then and lick my soles. You've been a bad boy tonight ! »
Feeling a strong disturbance in the Force, Gruff felt more reasonable to go upstairs to meet FJ.
Mark and Ed were on their bed, reading each one a book. The previous night at Stewart's place was still on their memories and both would not need any kind of any sexual stimulation before a while. Someone knocked at their door.
« Yea ? »
Gruff entered, fully naked. He greeted the men and opened the closet, taking a dildo and a bottle of lube.
« Gruff... What the hell are you doing ?
I'm taking what I need. I can't see FJ before two weeks so I must take care of...things.
But...
You said nothing about that ! Night ! And yea I'll clean it good after, I promise. »
Gruff left, closing the door. Mark was speechless.
« He's right. You said nothing about that.
Next time, remind me to ad « no sex toys too »
I promise. »
Grunting, Mark got back to his book, trying to read again. He looked then at the door again, standing up.
« No.
And why that ?
Because I have carrots, eggplants and cucumbers in the fridge. And I want to cook them without asking me questions.
That... is a good reason. »
Mark went back on the bed.
« And it's probably too late anyway... »
« He's French ?
- Yea he is. Say, I should had guess. He's only fucking and he's a damn good cook so he could be only French. »