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Date: 2008-06-17 02:20 pm (UTC)a wittle ballmany wittle balls of fluff (http://weblogs.newsday.com/entertainment/tv/blog/TREK%20Tribbles%20online%20-%20Credit%20Paramount%20Domestic%20Television.jpg)I know the feeling. My weeks run that way and start all over again on mondays.
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Date: 2008-06-17 02:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-18 05:22 pm (UTC)I love tribbles. I think JKR does an homage to them in the HP series w/one of the little critters.
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Date: 2008-06-17 02:35 pm (UTC)Old Time's Sake
Chris cracks open another beer can and hands it to Lance, who's still vibrating with laughter, shaking his head. Lance takes the beer without missing a beat, because Lance has a special sixth sense for alchohol coming his way; it's almost as good as Chris's own. "I still can't believe you did that," Lance says. "Look on his face."
Chris grins. "Ten years ago, dude." Ten years, and this story can still render Lance useless with laughter. Chris is good. He's very good.
"Doesn't matter," Lance says. Then he stops laughing and blinks. "Ten years? Really?"
"Uh huh." He pauses, mostly to look at Lance, who's slouched back in one of Chris's easy chairs, beer can in hand, legs splayed, white shirt making his tanned skin seem to glow. He's beautiful. "Ten years tomorrow, actually."
"Man," Lance says, shaking his head again. "I suck. I can't believe I forgot."
Chris shrugs, because it's only his freakish, random-ass memory that allows him to remember this date but not his mother's birthday without help. It's not like it's a real anniversary - there's been plenty of other people in between, for both of them, but it doesn't stop this being what it is. Safe and easy and sexy and cool. They always come back to each other.
"You suck, huh?" Chris says, because he's proud that his friends can always count on him for the lame joke. "Wanna prove it?"
Lance meets Chris's eyes, grins, and stretches out his foot until it bumps Chris's. Lazily, without saying anything, he rubs against Chris's calf, and it's a reminder, and a promise, and it's good all on its own. Chris sinks back in his chair and enjoys the sensation, never breaking eye contact.
Eventually, Lance lets out a long, easy breath. "Maybe when I've finished my beer."
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Date: 2008-06-17 02:56 pm (UTC)Perfect. I have a big smile now!
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Date: 2008-06-17 03:42 pm (UTC)"This is a bad idea," Chris repeats, this time adding a scowl for emphasis, because seriously, this is a terrible idea. Of course, this is also Lance . Lance who's had years of embracing bad ideas. Chris may as well be talking to the collection of fire extinguishers in the corner. Not that he wants to look at them, because one he can understand. But ten?
Lance grins, looking far too cheery for someone who's about to confront imminent death. "Where's your sense of adventure? I know you're pushing forty and all but...."
Chris crosses his arms, and looks at Lance. "Nice try, but you're not distracting me that easily. Fire, Lance. Blazing, skin charring fire. That's not even on the ground."
"We'll be all of twelve foot in the air," Lance says. "You used to be higher than that every night for months at a time."
"I also wore my hair in braids, had a collection of heart-adorned plushies and a tendency to wear neon bedazzled clothes. You don't see me wanting to revisit those again either."
Grin widening, Lance looks at Chris. "Your outfit is kind of neon right now."
"It;'s also made of lycra, which chafes may I point out." Voice rising in pitch and volume, Chris pulls at his bow tie. "I look like a sausage. One that's gone mouldy."
"Like you haven't worn worse," Lance says, and he tugs at his own outfit until his tights are winkle free. "Come on, it's nearly time to go on."
Applause breaks out and Chris can hear the judges give their scores. He's got seconds before they have to go on, plenty of time to make an escape.
At the curtains that lead to the circus ring, Lance looks back, says. "It's for Joey."
Chris sighs and joins him. Like he was ever not going to perform.
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Date: 2008-06-17 06:01 pm (UTC)Thank you *mwah*
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Date: 2008-06-17 04:10 pm (UTC)Lance probably keeps 10 fire extinguishers at home, just for fun. :D
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Date: 2008-06-17 06:02 pm (UTC)Though this is set around Joey's new circus show, which I really should have said.
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Date: 2008-06-17 06:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-17 06:24 pm (UTC)Anyway, you're right. Lance is so Lancey-like that fire extinguishers should always be at hand. I mean, the boy is found of his fiery drinks. He could try one at home and WHOOSH!
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Date: 2008-06-17 09:48 pm (UTC)Hee! :)
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