Love and El Dorado

“Well?” He watched me expectantly, dark eyes wide with excitement. “What d’ya think, Q? Awesome, right?”

I squinted down at the table. “It’s, uh…” It’s hurting my eyes, I wanted to say. “It’s very… yellow.”

Gold, man!” He grinned down at the garish creation with almost fatherly affection; scary, on him. The sheet he’d covered it with was shedding glitter all over the basement floor. “It’s El Dorado, y’know? Like from that movie?”

“Uh huh.” I knew getting cable was a bad idea. “And what are you going to do with it, now that you’ve ruined the pool table?”

“It’s all part of my plan to get her back, man!”

I blinked. “Wait. Your plan starts by building the lost city of El Dorado?” I eyed the city again. Tiny black figures were climbing the glittering step pyramid with great reverence. Oh, damn it, Tez!

His smile, if possible, grew even wider. “Oh, no,’” he said, as a great cheer rose from the city and a black speck tumbled down the pyramid to the crowd below. “This is only the model.”

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