Hundred Dollar Bill (a very short piece - a drabble perhaps) Col/Drew If anyone knew, it'd be my ass. In fact, if anyone asked, I'd deny it in a heartbeat, but still there is something about him. About Colin. It's not just that he's funny or Canadian or…Hell, I dunno. He's just special, I guess. And the way he is with Ryan Stiles…well…that raises other questions... What possessed me to bring a wad of hundred dollar bills to work? I don't know, but it seemed like an interesting concept. I can toss them out at random, stir up the audience, stir up the guys. Stir up, Colin. *sigh* there's that name again. When I read the card before me, I see that he has the task of kissing everyone again. Amazing. I shouldn't care either way. What am I talking about? I *don't* care. But watching him with Ryan often gets my blood boiling. Are they or arent they? How can I be sure? Man, what the fuck do I care? So, when he kisses Stiles and Brady during a game of Lets Make a Date, it isn't so terrible. Whatever. Colin gropes everyone - for fun, I think. But I do wonder what it would be like - just once - to be on the receiving end. To be the focus of Colin's affections, or just be that near to him. That intimate. Instead, I have the wonderful job of buzzing the stupid buzzer like some trained fucking chimp and reading from the damned cards. Wonderful. When the scene ends, I don't let my inner disdain show. Instead, I act totally grossed out by Colin's ability to kiss another guy without hesitation - and I make my little remarks, and I shell out plenty of breathmints - because it's what's expected of me, and he takes them by the handful and shovels them in - because it's what's expected of him. And I wish I wasn't so preoccupied with him. Then, I remember the hundred-dollar bill (along with the several others) wadded up in my pocket amongst the lint and Kleenex. When I pull it out and smooth it over, Colin catches my eyes and knows what I'm planning. We meet one another halfway, and our lips meet. Holy shit! It happened so fast! Act natural. Oh God. We kissed! I smirk at the camera and make some lame remark about Whose Line being the gayest show on television. If only they knew. END