People I�m so happy I want to send every dime I have to Efrem Seeger, scribe for tonight�s episode. I never thought I�d live to see it but there is a God and good things do come to those who�ll wait. Let us show proper respect for his majesty. Hail Justin, Prince of Drama, King of Babylon, Emperor of Twinks. Hail Caesar! For the sole reason our boys reunited I�m giving this episode a high mark, a B++/B+. Sweet Mother or Pearl, Cowlip are staying out of the writing room and letting the good writers under the direction of Efrem Seeger work their mojo proving that QAF can indeed be semi-groundbreaking.
Last week on QAF all kinds of good stuff went down. We rid ourselves of the lice infestation and sent him packing. My girl Daphne was all over some truth and Ted lost his panties thanks in part to having the worst lawyer in the world, Melanie Marcus.
So here I was all prepared for a truly suck fest of an episode and thus they proved that when Cowlip go on vacation and leave the writing to people who know how it�s done, they can indeed wear the moniker �ground breaking� with pride. This recap also marks the demise of Just Slumming and the return of Justin, He-Twink! Oh happy day! Now, come with me as we explore this episode together, let us soar to the highest highs and see the deepest lows.
We begin outside the slums�wait this place looks familiar. It looks like the home of Ben and Michael, but there seems to be something wrong with the exterior. Lord, there are some youngsters outside selling their wares in the wee hours of the morning. Dear Jesus, these boys are whoring themselves out How sad and degrading. Here I was thinking this was the ugly part of town and here it is outside of Mike�s front door. Now we need to stop and ask ourselves, just how close did Michael and Emmett live to Liberty because I remember in the first season some kiddies coming by to spray paint and defame Brian�s jeep. So let me ask where are the straight people? Did they all move out once they found out Michael was gay? Did he single handedly bring down the property value of the neighborhood? Why hasn�t someone called the cops? There is this pudgy geek in glasses is in his luxury vehicle when he needs to have is ass at home in bed with his wife with the kids asleep down the hall instead of out cruising for some ass. There is this one kid who is not in black and white, his cap shows the color red, so we of course know he�s important. I don�t know why Cowlip don�t think we could have figured that much out when Ben arrives to confront the heathens in a moment but then again, I guess they said if we leave them alone to write the episodes, we have to add our mark to it somehow.
Meanwhile in bed, Ben and Michael are talking about how they feel their bed is on the street. Michael is going to throw a shoe at them. Ben tells him to save it; it only works on cartoon cats. Ben puts on some clothes and I have to say this sleeping nude is dangerous. If the building was to catch afire and you have two seconds to run, I�d hate to run into the night with nothing but my skin to keep me warm. Continentals do this and I�m not a fan. Boxers, thank you very much, and in winter some flannel pajamas. Y�all I�m so Donna Reed(ish) it�s not even funny. I told you I was a prude and you didn�t believe me. Ben�s outside asking them to move along, people are trying to sleep and one kid says, �Well we�re trying to work.� Ben threatens with the cops and pudgy guy pulls off at the mention of the fuzz. If his wife found out she�d do worse things to him than the Nazi�s did to �undesirables�. She�d �fuck� him eight ways from Sunday! One of the punks says Ben cost him one hundred bucks, but says Ben can make it up to him. For one hundred bucks this kid says you can suck him. Oh yeah that�s like my all time favourite thing to do is to pay someone to let me perform oral sex. You can see why business isn�t going so well for him. Then to make my night even more hideous and scaly kid says for two hundred you can fuck him, and then adds, without a condom. Ok, see I know this must happen somewhere in some universe, but if you are going to whore yourself out, please be careful. Use protection for the love of Pete! Don�t have unprotected sex, it�s dangerous and can have serious ramifications. I�m telling you now, don�t do it, don�t even think about it. Even if you are married and could be possibly married to pudgy guy get his ass tested regularly because if you doubt your spouse�s or partner�s fidelity then you are putting yourself and your family a risk. This PSA brought to you by the good people at Hohenstaufen. Where at Hohenstaufen we believe in safety. Needless to say Ben returns home in disbelief at what just occurred.
Now we move to a scene that essentially was filler because on the editing room floor Efrem told Cowlip to �fuck off� and he had to put in something that wouldn�t make me pluck out my eyes and so this is all he had. This lead in is nothing more than the cosmic phases of Justin Taylor, Just Slumming to those of you just joining us. He moves around from one place to the next in this apartment looking about as interesting as dead skin cells under a microscope. Which leads us to my girl Daphne coming on the scene and dishing out some more cold hard truth and giving some sound advice. As Justin sits blowing spit bubbles, Daphne asks him if he wants some peach yogurt. She says it�s healthier than the cigarettes he�s consuming.
Justin: I�m sorry I�m a lousy roommate. I�ll move out if you want me to.
Daphne: Did I say that? Look, I just want you to cheer up.
Justin: I can�t help it. I can�t stop thinking about him. Last night I dreamt about him again. He somehow learned how to levitate and were fucking mid air. [Wow, that�s a wet dream if I ever heard one boys and girls. If you could make that feel like zero gravity I bet that would feel heavenly for all around. Space people, it�s the wave of the sexual future!]
Daphne: I wonder what that means?
Justin: Probably that I should see a shrink.
Daphne: It�s only natural that these things take time�you know�you gotta somehow get over him. Move on. Tell yourself Ethan�s history. [Now if anyone was daft enough to think he was actually talking about Ethan raise your hand. C�mon, don�t be shy, you know you thought it. For the rest of us on planet reality we know who Justin�s talking about. We know there is only one man who could levitate and fuck mid air, and he is�]
Justin: Who�s talking about Ethan? I�m talking about Brian. [Bingo!]
Daphne: Brian? I thought you were over him�that�s what you said.
Justin: I thought I was too. So what do you do when you realize you made the biggest fucking mistake of your pathetic stupid life?
Daphne: Bury it in your subconscious and forget about it? [That�s the Brian Kinney answer, but not the one I was looking for.]
Justin: Obviously that�s not working. [he lights another smokestack]
Daphne: Then deal with it. Tell him you still love him.
Justin: Yeah right, he�d fucking laugh in my face. [Don�t know till you try.]
Daphne: Write him a letter. [That is such a girl thing to do. Have you ever known a man in the 21st century to be apt enough with a pen and parchment to scribe in the proper form a letter to a lady, or his lover? Please, this is not Victorian or Georgian England.]
Justin: He�d tear it up.
Daphne: I don�t know, attempt suicide?
Justin: He�d let me die. [Again, I wouldn�t say that.]
Daphne: Ok, do you remember what I did when I was madly, passionately in love with Billy Houser?
Justin: Made a complete idiot out of yourself?
Daphne: No [punches Justin on the arm] I signed up for every class he was in. I went to�I went to swim practice. I got invited to every single party I knew he�d be at. Wherever he went, there I was, he couldn�t avoid me. [Oh yeah, she�s talking about some good old fashion stalking. You have got to love this girl.]
The next morning at the Happy House of Frankenstein, Lindsay is on her way to the art gallery. Look it�s my favorite baby. He still doesn�t love his mommy. Lindsay is kibitzing over something, like I really care. Gus is going to daycare, finally. Mel says she is going to drop him off. Lindsay says she will miss him since she�s been with him every single day since he was born. Now let�s stop for a sec because I was for damn sure she went back to teaching when Mel had her little interlude. If the school fired her for going back on leave once Mel came back I can see why she�s looking for another job, and just where the hell was she teaching? Also why is she going into the office with her hair a mess? Mel frankly is looking a mess too. I didn�t even leave the house looking that bad today. I may be still getting into my shoes as I reach the office, but I�m put together before I leave the house. My hair is in order. I do know some people with some funny bed head though, cracks me up! Anywho, either Lindsay is lying or else Cowlip don�t even want to remember they stole season one from Russell.
At the gay gym and frankly that�s all you can really call it because like most co-ed gyms it�s doubles as a place to work out and check out the hotties. C�mon ladies you can�t say you haven�t sneaked a peak at Rodrigo, the personal trainer, and guys, I know you�ve taken a peak at Roxanne, the hottie with the fit gymnast physique that promises unlimited joys. You dogs, the lot of you! Hee! Anywho, Michael is benching like�oh gawd�it�s so pathetic I can�t even say it but it�s 135 lbs. Michael is about to orgasm at lifting this weight because instead of visualizing the lift, he is visualizing some beefy black man rubbing him and dancing his pecs. I swear Cowlip wrote this one. Ok so in a nutshell. Temmett come in, Brian makes a crass remark about Ben and Michael sounding like Old Yeller, and makes a crass remark about Ted showing his face in public. Ok I have to point out one remark. Ben says one kid would let him fuck him with no condom for two hundred dollars. Brian says he should have then at least he�d have the money for protein inhibitors. You know sometimes Brian should just ash up and die. How trashy of him to say something like that. I guess sometimes the apple doesn�t fall too far from the tree. Oh and Ted slips a disc.
Lindsay tells us some artsy shit I could care less about and has nothing to do with moving this plot along at all. I swear Cowlip had to have some input, at least they didn�t fuck it up too bad. All we find out here is Lindsay is going to be working with Hitler�s niece on the party planning and her boss is stiffing her with the job. We learn Lindsay loves art and people, oh yawn.
At Vanguard, Brian is in the Art Department giving praise and the shit to the employees. Murph was supposed to have the Mighty Mints displays done this morning and Brian asks if he can help with a salary cut or a pink slip. You know he�s one of those employers who you want to stab repeatedly in the back or heart, and I don�t mean figuratively. Murphy, that�s his name so I�m using it, says they�ve hired a new intern which should help things tremendously. Say hello to the intern, Justin Taylor. Without batting an eye Justin says, �Nice to meet you Mr. Kinney.� Brian looks about as happy as Mike will when he learns of this development. Oh Justin you naughty boy you.
Later in Brian�s office�
Justin: I was going to tell you.
Brian: When?
Justin: After I got the job.
Brian: Ahh�you don�t have the job until I sign off. And I don�t sign off until I ask the potential candidate a few questions�such as what the fuck are you doing here? [Oh Brian, you�re so daft. Napoleon said it best: �Men are either kings or paws; emperors or fools.� I think Justin just decided to take up Excalibur and become a king. Bow down oh nave and show his majesty due respect!]
Justin: [smirking and looking ever so clever] As part of our degree candidacy we are required to get three credits of practical experience in our chosen field. So I wrote a letter to the head of your Art Department saying I wanted to intern. [Brian looks like Michael just explained to Social Darwinism to him.] Submitted my transcript, samples of my work and here I am.
Brian: Here you aren�t�[pause] There are other agencies where I don�t work.
Justin: That has nothing to do with it. Vanguard is the best. Working here will look great on my resume. I�ll make important contacts. I�ll learn things I wouldn�t learn in the classroom.
Brian: [feeling a headache coming on because he can�t fathom Justin�s new game] Learn them somewhere else.
Justin: That�s not fair. I was accepted based solely on my merit; it had nothing to do with you. I thought you�d be pleased [Oh throw that shit in his face. Eat shit and die Kinney!]
Brian: To see your face everyday.
Justin: [sarcasm and coyness dripping] I had no idea that our former relationship was still a problem for you. [Oh he�s good. He learned well the tricks of the trade. Bow down and pay homage to He-Twink!]
Brian: [setting himself up for disaster] Who said it was a problem and who said we were ever in a relationship?
Justin: Well then I can see no reason that you would object to my completing education�that you�re paying for [openly smirks]. [Oh Brian he had you from the moment you were levitating and fucking him and you didn�t even know it. Then he used your own bullshit and turned it against you. Now I have to wonder to what extent Brian let this happen versus what extent he was off his game. I�m thinking Justin was about at 85% success and Brian was at 15% going along because I saw the look Brian gave Justin and he was absolutely shocked to see the kid, hee!]
Brian: [like a deer caught in headlights] Well just don�t expect any special treatment.
Justin: I never have. [Rock on dude!]
Let me also take a moment to praise Bruce and Efrem for one hell of a scene. Randy, perfecto, save the Lindsay look-a-like hairdo. Gale, perfecto, save the hideous thing behind him on his office wall.
Lindsay is at the Diner getting some lunch. I still don�t understand how these people work all damn day, drive across town to have shitty food served to them by Big Red. I don�t understand. Most days I am lucky to get to leave my desk for fifteen minutes to be left in peace and solitude while I attempt to eat lunch. Let alone drive across town eat some crappy food only to have to drive back across town to get to meetings or evil�evil conference calls. I hate who ever came up with that idea, burn! Needless to say Temmett come in for lunch and Emmett asks Lindsay if she has any menial jobs, to call Emmett. The boys could use the extra cash. Before while Lindsay was talking to Debbie she comments her job makes taking care of Gus look like child�s play. Well I guess so since he�s been in day care forever now.
When I told you Cowlip had some scene for themselves, this was one. Deb asks Ted after he�s grunting in excruciating pain does it hurt? She�s a Tool as well and daft as pig slop. Ted just glares at her. Lindsay tells everyone her boss put her in charge as if they care and that�s when Emmett asks for a favor. You know Lindsay can name drop all day long and I still wouldn�t care about her job.
At Babylon Justin enters and you know his plan is afoot as he�s scoping out Brian and he finds his prey at the bar. So Babylon is the same, hot sweaty half naked men and two women so the lesbians and the straight guys don�t feel left out. Efrem, you rock! Justin comes up to the bar and asks for a vodka tonic and smiles when he turns and sees Brian. �Brian.�
Brian: The ubiquitous Justin Taylor. [He�s catching on.]
Justin: Fancy meeting you here.
Brian: Where�s your boyfriend?
Justin: I don�t do boyfriends.
Brian: Since when?
Justin: Since we broke up.
Brian: [sarcasm dripping] What happened to the love that was going to last for an eternity?
Justin: Eternities aren�t as long as they used to be. Buy you a drink? [Brian shrugs] Mmmm�oh I love this song. Do you like this song?
Brian: It fills the void. [Oh Brian�s on to you now Sunshine better watch out, but somehow I think Brian likes being pursued. It�s always sort of a cat and mouse game with him, but Justin is the cat this time and Brian is the rat caught in the cat�s snare.]
Justin: I haven�t danced in forever.
Brian: [coyly smirking] Knock yourself out.
Justin: No rush�I�ve got all night.
Brian: Don�t you have to be at work in the morning?
Justin: So do you.
Brian: Yeah, the only difference is I don�t have to impress my boss so he doesn�t fire my ass. Thanks for the drink [Brian exits. Brian is so on to his game.]
Ok, so at the home of Ben and Michael, Michael is going on about some new comic hero Iced Cappuccino or something, like I care. Ben is deep in thought, probably wondering why he didn�t let Mike shoot some 02 into his bloodstream last week. Can you all see where my priorities are this week? Seems Ben hasn�t been paying attention because he�s got earplugs in his ear. He�s wising up. They run into street skank in the hallway. He�s asleep on the floor. Mike kicks him awake just like the ass he is. Mike says he doesn�t want to see the kid sleeping in front of his door. I thought it was their door. Ben and Mike take him to the diner. God help him. Deb goes into some diatribe and Mike tells some story about Little League, Debbie, and Goodwill. Debbie says she felt bad; he was the only kid without a father. Well he has one Deb; you just were too much of a needy ass wino to tell Davita he had a son. Your fault Deb, not his. Kid looks like a runt. He says his dad is dead and mom is in jail for shooting him. I�m sure this woman had a valid reason; I just hope Mel wasn�t doing pro bono work! Kid curses and Mikey tells him to watch the language in front of his mother. Oh yeah, Tool thinks his mom hasn�t said worse, or even him. Get over yourself please Michael. This kid is still better than you even if he is like three steps away from juvenile and the Ugly Club. Now I�m no spring chicken but I think he�ll grow out of it. He�s all gangly and out of place he�s still growing that is if he can stop turning tricks and get his shit in order. He may grow up to be a Brian Kinney or a Ben Bruckner. At least not a Michael Novotny!
At Vanguard Brian saunters into the art department. It�s really quite small; I hope it�s larger than it seems but never mind our boys have another encounter. Brian wants to know where everyone is. Justin says lunch. He addresses Brian in the familiar. Brian says it�s �Mr. Kinney,� and knocks Justin�s feet off the table. Brian says he wants some stuff done and reels it off to Justin. He then looks at Justin and says he should write it down. Justin, ever so smugly repeats the list to Brian in the exact same way Brian spoke it. Brian is crumbling under the onslaught of General Taylor. Commander of the 101 Twink Airbourne Division. Justin says he�s learned more in a couple days that he would in an entire semester.
Justin: Which says a lot about you actually. Yeah. They say the tone of the workplace is established from the top. So, it�s a great compliment to you that you have such a dedicated and hard working staff.
Brian: [Justin stares Brian down with those eyes and Brian eats up the compliment like Hannibal Lechter does human remains.] Maybe I was a little hard on you; now get back to work. [Notice all the sexual innuendo and tension? Somebody�s going to be getting some and real soon.]
Justin: [empathically] Yes, Mister Kinney.
At the gallery, Lindsay and Fema-Nazi go a couple of rounds and. Lindsay fires her. Fema-Nazi threatens to tell her boss, Lindsay says go ahead, watch me not care. I�m saying the same thing about this scene too. Too much filler this episode, and not enough of the good stuff. There is one main story going here and everything else takes a back seat to it I�m afraid.
Next scene is a conference room at Vanguard with Justin placing storyboards on the easel. He�s dropping shit. Vance and Brian aren�t pleased. The client isn�t real happy with the lettering. Justin mumbles orange, like it�s some novel idea. See I told you Cowlip had to have their way with one B/J scene which makes absolutely no sense. Justin says, �Everyone at art school says orange is the new blue.� Where the hell do these artists get this bunk from and why are people paying them through the nose for such trifling crap. Brian is biting his tongue. Client says she wants orange and Vance says orange it is. Client then tells Brian and Vance to watch out before the kid has their jobs. Oh you know someone is going to get his ass chewed a new one.
Back at turnstile trick central Mike and Ben are coming home and their adoptive skank is getting the shit kicked out of him. Mike stands there like some pansy ass wuss telling Ben to be careful while Ben is hustling up some unspent steroid rage to beat the shit out of the punks beating the crap out of his skank. After saving the skank, Ben takes him home and gives him a good wash and puts him to bed. Skank thinks he�s there to put out. Mike is not happy.
Mel and Lindsay and lets say it�s boring and all that comes out of it is we see Ted downing pills and booze letting us know he�s on the path to self-destruction. He�s embroiled in pain-management. Lindsay asks Emmett to do the party planning and he�s all elated like a good queen should be. Both Mel and Linds have jacked up hair too! It�s like a disease, its� spreading. Lindsay looks like a porker in her wedding dress. Ted is a mess. I swear he drowns in his sorrows. He�s just a complete mess. Emmett�s hair looks like the lice got tired of living in such a shabby dwelling and took off so fast his hair was left standing.
Back at Vanguard, Brian and Justin have the showdown.
Brian: Orange is the new blue. What the fuck was that? [I am wondering the same thing]
Justin: She asked me. [Not the answer I was looking for.]
Brian: Who told you to answer?
Justin: I was trying to be helpful.
Brian: Ahh� by undercutting me in front of a client? Your job was to put up the boards, which you could barely do and keep you mouth shut!
Justin: I�m sorry, it won�t happen again.
Brian: You�re damn right it won�t. You�re through.
Justin: [shocked expression and all] Are you firing me?
Brian: You wanted on the job experience right? Lesson one: You fuck up; you�re gone.
Justin: [look of pure befuddlement] But you got the account.
Brian: And she got my balls thanks to you.
Justin: Brian�[rethinks his approach] Mr. Kinney�I would appreciate it if you�d give me a second chance.
Brian: I never should have given you the first one. [Oh boy the test is coming and this time it�s not multiple choice.] Now pack up your shit and go home.
Justin: I guess I should have expected this. After all you never wanted me here to begin with. [He�s going for his Waterloo] Didn�t want to have to see my face everyday when you came into work. Although, I guess a part of me was kind of hoping that eventually you wouldn�t mind it. Maybe you�d even get used to it. [Brian sheesh(es) and chuckles] I guess I was wrong to think that�hmm�ahh [scrunches his eyes and rubs his forehead]�fuck it. Never mind.
Brian: [intrigued] What? When your little romance with Pagininni Jr. was over you could come running back?
Justin: [playing for keeps] Yeah something like that.
Brian: Sorry.
Justin: I know it�s stupid
Brian: Almost as stupid for falling for his bullshit in the first place. [Oh sit down folks get some popcorn this is going to be a �Come to Jesus Meeting�] But you�re young and inexperienced.
Justin: [pissed] And what, you�re so smart? If you had any fucking brains at all you never would have let me leave. [Oh throw that shit down boy. Y�all it�s on!] You would have told me I was making the biggest mistake of my life! That I would live to regret it. That what you gave me was worth a thousand�no a million times more than anything he had to offer. [looking Brian squarely in they eye] You would have told me that you loved me. That you would go on loving me even after I was gone.
Brian: Is that what you were waiting to hear? [he moves closer to Justin�s personal space, invading it]
Justin: Yes, but as usual you never said it. So it�s just as well that I go. [he picks up his bag and is on his way never to return]
Brian: [not letting He-Twink off so easy grabs him by the hip and turns him back around] That is so like you. You don�t hear what you want so you leave. Try standing up for yourself for a change. Have some balls! [See I told you Brian was going to make him grow the hell up before getting him back and we all know Brian was NEVER going to let him walk away again. Brian made his point. He called for Justin�s cards. In response Justin places one hand behind Brian�s head and pulls him into one of those �special kisses� of Elsa Rose�s. The kind that �makes one�s toes curl and one�s dick hard.� Yep I�m quoting some fic now. Hey I can utilize it to. One of those you just wait, I�m going to make your eyes explode with fire when I get through with you kind of kisses. Needless to say, Brian is left speechless and unnerved. Efrem, Bruce, I love you guys; keep up the damn excellent work. Keep Cowlip away from the set and the writers� room.
At Trick Turnstile Lane Ben and Mike discuss the finer points of bringing hustlers over to spend the night. You know they really should call Brian, but I bet he is still in a haze from the snog Justin just perpetrated. Mike is afraid his crap is going to go missing or else he�ll get stabbed in the night. He wants to call the police. Ben says no, it�s Christmas�we should be kind toward our fellow man. Skank comes out of the bathroom all bruised up asking who wants to fuck him first. You know I�m telling you he needs to get one of those number things they have at the DMV. There is such a rush to get to his tired ass. I really want him taken care of, in a decent home with a semi-dysfunctional family, not Kinney Dysfunction, but on par for the average home. Kid says he�s going back to work. Oh you know I used to work nights too, writing damn term papers and theses. My roommate wanted to murder me. All those damn books. I can�t tell you how many sunrises I witnessed. And I wasn�t getting paid either. I miss college. Thank god for graduate school, hee!
At the art gallery, things are falling to shit and Emmett has hired drag queens and other semi-undesirables to come and aide him in his hour of need. Yep, moving right along�
Back at trick central. Michael wants skank gone and Ben is asking him where the fuck is his compassion. I understand Mike and I also understand Ben. When Mike refers to skank as some stray which Ben wants to keep like a pet, he goes over the fucking line. How dare Tool say such a thing. Skank leaves but not before Ben gives him their telephone number and a hundred bucks. Ben later says he and Mike bought their conscience off. How so true. Can I just mention I do loathe the south in the summer because animals great and small will try to invade your home and you�ll never see them until you have your hundred watt light bulbs on at night and the damn things come out to play. God I miss winter. Ok, enough on that, more on this. Michael says they did more for him than most people. He meant to say Ben did more for him than most people. Cheese grater, has anyone seen my cheese grater?
Back at the Art Gallery party Emmett is a hit. I�m not going into detail; I�m saving myself for the main event, but let�s get to meat shall we. Melanie says to Ted that she is the one who usually brings Lindsay to these types of functions for her business. I wonder what business that would be? Mel says tonight she�s the wife. Mel slaps Ted on the shoulder and wanders off. Ted says, after popping a pill, �Yeah�I guess I am too.� Oh poor Ted. His image of himself as the breadwinner and man of the house has been shattered and now he�s left to depend on Emmett. You know he and Brian are so much alike it�s scary. Ted doesn�t have the bravado and fa�ade Brian has but they are birds of a feather.
Two last scenes, and I think I�ll save them for tomorrow evening. I may actually post this tomorrow on Wednesday instead of Thursday, but we�ll see. Night everyone. Ok it�s new day and I�m back. Let�s pick up where we left off. New scene after Ted�s downward spiral is Trick Central. The Ben and Mike�s skank gets picked up by some sleaze and rides off into the dark night never to be seen again. Ben watches from the window. One of the punks yells before skank takes off eh thought the guy wanted some hot ass. They keep talking about hey sexy, no diseases. It�s really sad.
Now to the Fourth Act of Efrem Seeger�s Brian and Justin: The Fire Down Below.
Justin: Mr. Kinney [he knocks and with trepidation enters the office] [Of course it�s after hours as well. They�ll be all alone.]
Brian: Taylor. Come in. [Brian is behind his desk like the godfather himself.] Sit down. You wanted to see me?
Justin: I gave it some thought�and decided you should take me back. [Brian: oh] Even though I made a few mistakes, I think you�d be making an even bigger one not to give me a second chance. [The game is afoot. I love all this coyness; it�s intriguing.]
Brian: [tongue in cheek] I see.
Justin: Cause now I understand what it is you want of me. And I know what I can expect from you. [They exchange �the look�. Y�all the boys are getting their chet in order!]
Brian: You also understand that you�ll be required to work long hard hours sometimes�[deep breath]�deep into the night. [More good honest sexual innuendo.]
Justin: It�ll be a pleasure working under you, sir [Promises, promises.]
Brian: And you�re never to play violin music in my presence again. [Comedic dramatic muster and all. Reminds me of Lucy and Ricky. I still love Corelli�s Concerto #2.]
Justin: [sultrily whispers] I promise.
Brian: Good. [he moves from behind his desk to the front of it] Well then you can start immediately.
Justin rises to close the door and then our boys have some happy playful make-up sex in Brian�s office. I don�t know when Brian is going to learn not to do things of that nature there. That�s like the third time. The boys are hungry for each other. Brian actually smiles for the first time this season and so does Justin. This scene makes me want to break up with someone and make-up for some good happy warm fuzzy make-up loving. *Sniff* the boys are back where they belong. All hail their majesties King of Liberty and the Prince of Drama, King of Babylon. It�s like Cinderella recaptured his prince. This scene is another damn well acted, and well written, and directed scene, bravo! Bask in the after-glow, hee! I have to quote the song from Prom here because I heard it today and was like yeah, got to put it in there. �When I get you all alone. I�m going to take off all your clothes. Ain't nobody going to interrupt my game. Ever since you been hanging around. I�ve been trying to figure out. What I can say to you to get some play (Faded-Soul Decision). And thus begins the next chapter of this our Justin and his Brian. Cheers! I told you it would be the Loft Sunshine Came Back To!
Next time on QAF Their majesties return to Babylon in all their glory and Mike is pissed. Stick finds out Brian is batting for the other team and dumps his ass. Brian at some strip club or bar, and Lord only knows what depraved acts took place there. All this and more on the next episode of QAF. Next week I can promise you more nakedness and more acronyms before the episode form Showtime to warn you this show is all about the carnal pleasures.