Sacramental Wine
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Title: Sacramental Wine
Author:
dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/71. Alcoholic
Character/Pairing: Jean-Luc, Gunther
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 268
Summary: In which Gunther is not happy with his followers.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine!
Jean-Luc watched the angry rise and fall of Gunther’s shoulders, then swept his eyes around the ruined temple to the young god. It hadn’t been much of a temple to begin with, having been set up in a basement apartment by a high priest who worked as a janitor at McDonalds. And after Gunther’s latest temper tantrum, there wasn’t much left. Jean-Luc nudged an unbroken bottle of cheap wine, then stooped to pick it up. “There’s no reason to get so testy,” he said, looking for a wine glass. There didn’t seem to be any left whole.
“I. Am. Not. Gay.”
“I know, I know. Settle down, have a drink.”
“I’m not,” Gunther repeated, sitting down on the remains of the alter. The card table creaked ominously under his weight. “It’s just the way my powers work.”
Jean-Luc made soothing noises at the god. “Have some holy wine, then we’ll get a move on before any of your worshipers come back.” He made a face. “Didn’t like this lot anyway.”
“You never like my worshipers.
“Well, they’re a bunch of loonies.”
Gunther took the bottle of wine and popped the cork. He considered it a moment, then downed the bottle in one gulp. “Why can’t I get any sane worshipers?” he asked miserably.
“Now that is a question for a man of a much more philosophical bent than myself.”
Author:
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/71. Alcoholic
Character/Pairing: Jean-Luc, Gunther
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 268
Summary: In which Gunther is not happy with his followers.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine!
Jean-Luc watched the angry rise and fall of Gunther’s shoulders, then swept his eyes around the ruined temple to the young god. It hadn’t been much of a temple to begin with, having been set up in a basement apartment by a high priest who worked as a janitor at McDonalds. And after Gunther’s latest temper tantrum, there wasn’t much left. Jean-Luc nudged an unbroken bottle of cheap wine, then stooped to pick it up. “There’s no reason to get so testy,” he said, looking for a wine glass. There didn’t seem to be any left whole.
“I. Am. Not. Gay.”
“I know, I know. Settle down, have a drink.”
“I’m not,” Gunther repeated, sitting down on the remains of the alter. The card table creaked ominously under his weight. “It’s just the way my powers work.”
Jean-Luc made soothing noises at the god. “Have some holy wine, then we’ll get a move on before any of your worshipers come back.” He made a face. “Didn’t like this lot anyway.”
“You never like my worshipers.
“Well, they’re a bunch of loonies.”
Gunther took the bottle of wine and popped the cork. He considered it a moment, then downed the bottle in one gulp. “Why can’t I get any sane worshipers?” he asked miserably.
“Now that is a question for a man of a much more philosophical bent than myself.”
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Date: 2011-07-05 09:27 pm (UTC)