~deepika.~ (REGRETAVATOR STORY)

20

In a restaurant (this time it's not the same place that Split and Mannequin Mark were), the restaurant is serving plump and juicy hotdogs. The song on the speakers is faintly playing Kim Waters' smooth jazz version of Maria Muldaur's song "Midnight At The Oasis".

Emerson is sitting down at a table with Pest. They are having a baseball celebration at the said restaurant.
Emerson shook his head lightly, worried about something.

Emerson: "Pest, I don't know...maybe I should talk to you. You're supposed to be a specialist in these things, aren't you?"

While Emerson and Pest are having a chat, Albert and Poob are playing the arcade classic: Pac-Man.

Pest: "Well, I don't know but depends."

Emerson: "Look..."

Emerson paused for a moment.

Emerson: "My son's a fag, I'm not blind to these things. Maybe he's trans as well."

Pest: "How come...you're so sure he's...gay?"

Emerson: "Are you kidding?"

Pest: "Well, it's just, sometimes appearances can be deceiving. And besides, even if you're right, there's not much you can do. Is there?"

Emerson thought about this for a moment.

Emerson: "What do you think will happen if I got him a...professional...you know?"

Pest: "A...professional...hooker?"

Emerson: "You know, the one that can teach him things. First-timers, you know..break him in."

Pest: "But Emerson...he's twelve."

Emerson sighed and he layed back a little.

Emerson: "Yeah, you're right. You're right...it's too late. He is what he is. Forget I said anything."

Albert and Poob walked to their dads.
Pest and Emerson looked at them.

Albert: "Uh, dad...could- could Poob sleepover tonight?"

Pest: "Well...that's up to Emerson."

Poob: (turns to Emerson) "Daddy may I please sleepover at Albert's tonight?"

Emerson: "Sure sure. Whatever."

Both Albert and Poob: (looking at eachother and jumping for joy) "Yaaaay!"

Albert and Poob go back to the arcade machine.

Emerson: (scuffs) "Like girls."