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Midnight Snacking

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Dawnwind

Starsky tried to keep his disgust off his face, but the bile rose in his throat. He swallowed reflexively, acutely aware of the other people in the room. Hutch was just behind him, Captain Dobey only a few feet away. He couldn't lose his professional cool at a time like this. He tried to look away but the splashes of red surrounding the entrails splayed out over a layer of thick, viscous fluid drew his eyes with sickening fascination. Even the smell was beginning to turn his stomach, but he took a deep breath to get himself under control.

"Starsky." Hutch's voice, tinged with amusement, broke his reverie. "Are you going to eat that? If not, move on, there's a line of people waiting to get some food."

"What is that?" Starsky pointed with his fork.

"Chitlins, honey. With some vine ripened sliced tomatoes and fried onions." Huggy Bear's Aunt Mabel laughed, dimples popping out on her round merry face. "My specialty, but it you don't like 'em, try my fried chicken. Guaranteed to put hair on your chest."

"He's already got some there." Hutch glanced with affection at his dark haired partner, skipping over the chitlins himself in favor of black-eyed peas and rice.

Starsky selected a drumstick and two wings, adding them to the pile on his plate of what Huggy had termed good ol' down home cookin'. Cornbread, potato salad, okra and mashed sweet potatoes crowded for room on his platethouthough he had his eye on a slice of succulent pecan pie for dessert.

The occasion was Huggy Bear's birthday. Exactly which birthday was anyone's guess and no one was completely sure they were celebrating on the correct date, but any time was the right time to celebrate. A slew of Brown family members had descended on the Pits, all bearing covered dishes and party supplies. Now, the sound of reggae music was keg feg feet tapping while everyone ate their fill of the delicious food.

"Do you know how old Huggy Bear really is?" Hutch asked Starsky, watching him devour the crispy fried chicken. In truth, nothing on Hutch's plate looked half as good as the curly haired man sitting next to him. He was really looking forward to the late night snack he was planning for after the party.

"About our age?" Starsky guessed, tossing chicken bones back on his now empty plate. He'd known Huggy longer than the blond, but the Bear was stingy with personal details. Such as his real name, for instance. Having access to police records and the city liquor licenses, Starsky had once even undertaken the mission of ascertaining his friend's birth name, but all official records listed him as Huggy Bear. Certainly his mother couldn't have christened the boy with that moniker. Maybe Aunt Mabel would know the truth?

"Getting enough to eat, gentleman?" Huggy planted himself as their table, a blissful grin on his face. He hadn't had so much fun in years and was truly happy to have his extended family all together getting to know his friends. Already Aunt Mabel and Edith Dobey were swapping recipes while the portly Captain of the detectives was attempting a complicated dance step aided by his daughter Rosie and the ten year old daughter of one of Huggy's distant cousins.

"I've sampled just about everything there is, but I'm saving the best for last." Hutch said, sliding a long fingered hand up Starsky's thigh until it just lightly brushed the buttons on his 501 jeans.

"I'm saving space for that pie." Starsky agreed, trying not to let the action going on under the table show on his face. "Hug, think you could grab us a couple of slices?"

"Sure thing, my man. Uncle LeVon makes pecan pie that could send you to heaven." Huggy left his beer on the table, ambling over to the remains of the buffet to secure the last slices of dessert.

"That ain't all that's sending me to heaven." Starsky hissed, shifting his hips on the wooden chair to relieve the growing pressure in his groin. "What are you doing?"

"Checking for freshness." Hutch said innocently, toying with the lowest buttons on his best friend's fly.

"You're the one who's getting' fresh here." Starsky blustered, crossing one leg over the other, which trapped Hutch's hand in place. He hadn't actually meant to do that and wiggled slightly away from the roaming fingers, "Keep you hands in your own lap while you're eating."

"I'm done with my dinner and I want a nice long stick of candy." Hutch smiled as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, but he freed his hand.

"Here's pie!" Huggy announced heartily, presenting three plates of the gooey, nut covered delight.

"How old are you anyway?" Hutch rraterated, using his fork to cut a morsel of flaky crust and syrupy filling, then lifting it to his mouth with a seductive look at his partner.

"Old enough to know better." Huggy answered smoothly, savoring each sticky, crunchy bite of pie. He half answered the question, but his attention wasn't on his two friends, it was focused across the room at a knot of cousins giggling around the pool table. "And young enough to enjoy myself. See that lovely chocolate drop over there with Denita and Cloence?"

Starsky found the indicated group, sorting out which of the women he'd met. Cloence was only twelve, and Denita not much older, but one girl stood out from the rest. She was drop dead gorgeous with skin like milk chocolate and glossy black hair twisted into a thick rope hanging down her back, wearing a teeny, tiny pink baby doll undershirt trimmed in lace and skin tight jeans. "Very pretty, Hug, but aren't you sort of related?"

"Only by marriage." He dismissed with a casual wave of his slender hand, "My Aunt's husband's second wife's cousin's sister."

"Huh?" Hutch tried to decipher the long chain of relatives, but Starsky just nodded as if he understood.

"She doesn't know it yet, but she's gonna give me a birthday present later." Huggy grinned, gazing at his present ladylove.

"Have you actually asked her out yet, Hug?" Starsky asked curiously, always happy to see all his friends in relationships. The one he had was a constant source of joy and amazement to him every time he even thought about his lover.

"We chatted, there was a connection."

"Then go get her, man!" Starsky encouraged. Huggy nodded in agreement, taking a moment to adjust the jaunty yellow scarf he wore knotted around his neck. With a confident swagger, he joined the girls at the pool table, picking up a cue with a flourish.
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