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Tiskets, Taskets and Tristans	By : Darkly Category: G through L > Gilmore Girls Views: 9654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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**Part 2

The
Dugrey residence had the atmosphere of an old
museum. Cold, vast and eerily quiet it
gave off just the right message, you�re
not welcome. Indeed the only sounds
heard by no one in particular at the moment were the soft footfalls of finely
polished Italian loafers on short-shagged carpeting. James, more at home in the grounds of the
expansive compound than in his own house made his way confidently though the
giant walkways to the study where he was sure to find his target. Sure enough in the darkened room amidst books
ten times his age, slumped on a leather chair like a gluttonous king on his
throne he found the young man he had all but raised.
�Mr.
Tristan� The butler said confidently as he walked over to the young man, The
smell of eighteen year old scotch lingered in the air, a half empty crystal
decanter rested by the young man�s side.
�Good
morning James.�
James
had to give the boy credit, only a Dugray would have
the finesse to make such a large notch on the bottle of the very expensive
scotch and not even have a slur to his voice, on an empty stomach no less.
�It
is hardly morning Tristan, it will be eleven soon, the rest of the house has
been up and busy for hours, lunch is being prepared.�
Tristan
nodded slowly, methodically, as if the thoughts in his head needed some time to
sort themselves out.
�Do
you have any kids James?� Tristan asked slowly, deliberately.
�Yes
sir,� said the butler patiently, �I have a son, Morigan
the second, after his grandfather. You
bought him a two thousand dollar watch for his twelfth birthday last month.�
Tristan
remembered, and awkwardly looked up,
�Too much?�
�A
bicycle would have been more appropriate sir� said the butler slightly amused,
Tristan�s personality showed through the mask of alcohol sobriety.
�Sorry�
Tag is in this season�,� he said
holding up his own five thousand dollar version, �I just assumed� I�ll make it up to him.�
�No
need, he already idolizes the ground you walk on� though I can�t figure out
why.�
�Talk
about me much do
you?� Tristan said breaking out his signature smirk.
�It
is hard not to.�
�Where
is he now?� Tristan asked raising an eyebrow.
�In
the Harrow County School
for Boys, a fine institution� The old friend said proudly.
�Do
you miss him?� Tristan asked with a softer voice.
�More
than I care to admit to.�
�When
do you see him again?� Tristan shifted in his chair to give James his full
attention.
�Not
until January I�m afraid,� the grown man replied suddenly understanding the
reasons behind Tristan�s distressing self seclusion, �you father is having him
flown here to spend a month with me before flying him back to his mother.�
�Of
course,� Tristan said bitterly, �can�t spend the time or money to see his own
son but he�ll fly yours halfway across the country. Tell me James, would you have sent your son
away like I was if he had done something similar?�
It
bothered James to see Tristan this way, he had raised the boy, he fed him as a
child, cleaned his cuts and scrapes when he fell, and put him to sleep at
nights reading to him from the Iliad as was done to Alexander the Great. Seeing
that he was not his father however, he had to respect the boundaries that were
imposed on him, and this bothered him now more than ever before.
�Hard
to say Tristan�
�Try�
The young man pressed looking at his old friend in the eye.
�Were
you my son, Mr. Tristan,� the butler said putting emphasis on the word Mr. for Tristan�s sake, �I do not
believe I would have.�
�No?�
Tristan asked with a half smile.
�No,
were you my son I would have skinned you half alive for pulling off a stunt
like that.� the butler said firmly, forgetting boundaries for just a
second. Tristan winced at the
condemnation but smiled approvingly none-the-less.
�I
was surprised that you didn�t.�
�If
your father had not been in the room with us, I probably would have. Indeed!�
�I
know.� Tristan nodded thinking back on that night.
�So
how much more moping are you planning on doing?
You only have a couple of days here.
I�m sure there are places you�d rather be than here in your father�s
office�
�Where
would I go James?� Tristan said, his eyes shining revealing their age for the
first time since he�d arrived two nights ago.
�Aren�t
you at all curious about her?� James said slowly putting emphasis on just
the right words.
�Who?� Tristan tested his friend, the
eighteen year old scotch swirled in his head.
�The
one girl you�ve been pining over from before your sudden departure. I hear she is doing quite well.�
�You
kept tabs on her for me?�
�Contrary
to popular belief, my world does not revolve around you Mr. Dugray!�
James exclaimed in mock insult stepping back, �As insignificant as it may be, I
too have a life!�
Tristan
looked at his friend to finish the rest of his sentence. James did not disappoint,
�I
had someone else check on her from time to time.�
�You
know, my father would be furious to learn of Dugray
funds being used this way.� Tristan said with a proud smile, �Come, tell me all about it!�
�All
in due time Tristan; for now, let me just find a suitable home for this,� James
reached over grabbing the crystal decanter, �while Adrianne brings you a spot
of coffee.�
�James.�
Tristan called out standing up. The room
spun.
�Yes
sir?� The butler held his breath, he was so proud of the young man it took
incredible restraint to not go to him and hug him. Tristan was sorely missed in the house.
�I
don�t think I said it when I arrived�
It�s good to see you.�
�It�s
good to see you too Tristan, welcome home.
I�ll send Adrianne here promptly,� the butler turned to the door and
took two steps before hearing a loud crash behind him. He turned in time to see Tristan sprawled on
the floor having missed the chair by a significant amount, �Oh boy� I think that will be two spots of coffee to
say the least.� He said shaking his head while trying to trying to hide the
smile forming on his face.
Tristan
got up only mildly embarrassed, James had seen him through much worse. He straightened out his shirt and pants
before sitting down on the leather chair again turning it to look out the giant
window behind the desk. The sky was a
solid blue with no signs of clouds to be seen.
As he got lost in his thoughts he willed himself not to think of
her. He hadn�t said her name out loud in
months and would keep it that way if possible.
As if hearing her name spoken would bring back a reality that he wasn�t
ready to deal with yet. He tried to
think up the name of a girl he had met in a shady looking joint by the school
but he couldn�t. He remembered the way
she had stuffed her tongue halfway down his throat before writing down her
phone number on his forearm in eyeliner.
When he got home he scrubbed the number off his skin and went to bed
angry with himself. Why could he not
stop thinking about her?
�Um�
Mr. Tristan?� a soft feminine voice
behind him. Adrianne, one of the many
young ladies brought in at his father�s directions. She had easily spent more time with his
father in her first thirty days of employment than he had his entire life. As Adrianne leaned over to pour coffee on a
finely sculpted china cup, Tristan curiously ran his hand up the back of her
thigh, underneath her skirt, finally resting on her ass. Though she stiffened at the intrusion,
Adrianne was neither surprised nor offended; Tristan was his father�s son after all�
�You�re
wearing underwear Adrianne, not expecting my father anytime soon?�
�No,�
Adrianne answered stiffly yet professionally, not meeting his gaze, �Mr. Dugray is away on business, he is not expected back for a
couple of more weeks.�
�Of
course� Tristan patted her ass before dropping his hand on the desk in front of
him. He picked up the cup and took a sip
of the hot bitter coffee wincing as the hot liquid traveled down his raw
throat. How did Rory drink this stuff?
Rory.
So much for not thinking about her.
�Adrianne,�
Tristan said looking at the very attractive maid, his father really did have
good taste�, �I�d like to go for a drive.�
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