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hackthis_archive) wrote2004-07-19 10:37 am
hackthis_archive) wrote2004-07-19 10:37 am
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Lo, I am a weak woman.
So. Entourage? My new Object du Lust. Spider who? I just have to get this out and then I can go back to other things, like not obsessing (shut up, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serialkarma). C’mon people a new, shiny toy! Why am I so excited about this show you ask? Imagine if Ryan and Seth from The OC were actually from New York and living in LA, not quite as pretty nor originally rich, but still living together, with no parents. Plus, legal. Seriously, people don’t sleep on this show*.
Non-OC people, don't let the comparison scare you off! It's really good.
Entourage
Cohabitating
When they get back from New York, Turtle spends three hours in the driveway scraping Eric's 'present' off the back of the Hummer. The guys sit on the steps to watch Turtle bust his ass and curse Eric’s entire family, but Vince gets bored after five minutes of heckling and goes inside to watch the Food Network.
Three minutes later Eric follows on his heels.
From the foyer Eric can hear Drama's cat-calls about Turtle’s oral proficiency, and he's sitting on the steps flipping through the mail when Drama races inside and then dashes back out with his driver and bucket full of golf balls in his hands. Eric already knows how the rest of the afternoon is going to go, and sure enough thirty seconds later Drama calls for Vince to come and watch him practice driving golf balls at Turtle's head.
Vince hollers something about Drama’s head being full of balls anyway, and Eric's heading into the living room after Vince when Turtle curses loud enough to bring Ed Begley to the house again. When Turtle swears that he's going to get revenge, Eric laughs to himself. He's not worried.
Since Kristen left, Eric doesn’t really worry about much, or at least he tries not to.
Vince says – well, Vince says a lot of things, and Eric loves Vince a lot, but Vince isn’t necessarily the go-to guy for advice. Vince is the go-to guy for his autograph and to get Ari off his back. One day, Eric’s going to pop Ari in his veneered mouth.
“Pizza Boy, check it out,” Vince calls from his sprawl on the sofa, and Eric chucks the mail on the kitchen counter before heading into the living room.
“Don’t call me Pizza Boy,” Eric says, kicking Vince in the shin to make him lift up his legs so he can sit on the sofa as well. The joke stopped being funny in the VIP waiting room at LAX. Five days ago.
On the TV, some redheaded guy is making Italian food.
“You worked at Sbarro,” Vince says. “That makes you Pizza Boy. Unless you want be known as Lasagna Boy or something.”
“Shut up,” Eric says dismissively.
“Ziti boy.”
“Vince.”
“Penne Boy.”
“Okay the next crappy script Ari sends over I’m going to tell you to do, just to fuck you over.”
Vince’s bottom lip juts out, and Eric smirks. “You’re supposed to be my friend, E,” Vince sulks.
“I am your friend,” Eric says, slumping into the sofa and stretching his legs out on the coffee table. His right foot is a little close to the bong, but nobody would probably notice if he spilled bong water on the table over the stench of stale beer and Drama’s shoes. Showering more than once a week is a good thing. Drama should look into it.
“...Kristin.”
“What?” Eric says, trying to figure out how much it would cost to hire somebody to come over and wash Drama twice a week. It can’t be more than that fucking Rottweiller. “What about her?”
“I’m glad she’s gone,” Vince says.
“Yeah, I got the picture; she was a bitch, can we move on and change the subject now?”
Vince’s hand is way too heavy on Eric’s thigh, especially considering that Vince isn’t the biggest guy in the world. “So are you gonna move back in the house?” Vince asks.
Eric looks down at Vince hand and then back up at the scruffy face and completely guileless eyes. Sometimes it’s a mystery to Eric how Vince has survived this long in LA without being eaten alive. Clearly that’s what he, Turtle and Drama are for, but then again, maybe Vince is a better actor than anybody gives him credit for. “Vince – Vince we’re not doing this again.”
“E, c’mon, she was a bitch.”
“Okay, she was, but still.”
Eric looks pointedly from Vince’s hand back to Vince. “I like living in the guesthouse.”
“Yeah, but it’s not the same, you know, just me and Turtle and Drama.”
“You can't tell me that it’s boring up here with them.”
“No, but that’s not really the point, you know?”
“Vince, don’t.”
“Why? Is this some ‘I don’t like you anymore bullshit?’” Vince’s hand tightens on Eric’s thigh when Eric reaches down and grabs his wrist to pull him off.
“No, this is that ‘you’ve got this big career in front of you’ bullshit,” Eric says prying Vince’s hand off his leg. He feels a momentary sense of victory until Vince grabs his hand and puts it on Vince’s leg.
“What are you so worried about?”
Vince pointedly pouts when Eric yanks his hand away, but Eric makes no move to leave the sofa. Making a big scene would only make this worse. They’ve had this conversation enough for him to know that. “If Hollywood finds out that their next big thing is playing both sides of the field there won’t be anything left to worry about because we’ll all be out on our asses and back in New York, working for minimum wage at Sbarro. Do you want that, Vince, because I don’t.”
“Oh yeah? Tell your worries about who I'm fucking to Colin Farrell.”
“That’s why he’s doing Matterhorn,” Eric says.
“Yeah, for FOUR million dollars.”
Eric opens his mouth but nothing comes out. Some days it’s really hard to argue with cold hard money. “It’s a bad script, Vince,” he says eventually. “Die Hard at Disneyland.”
“I read the first ten pages, E, I know.”
There’s a lull in the conversation that most people would say is an uncomfortable silence, but Eric and Vince have been through too much to call it anything but just hanging out. On the TV the redheaded guy is making pizza. That’s just fucked up.
“You’ll find something you love,” Eric says eventually.
Vince makes a noncommittal noise. “Sure I will. You wanna watch Sports Center?”
“Yes, thank god.”
Vince shifts on the sofa to grab the remote control from the coffee table, and he passes the bong back to Eric. Eric almost drops the bong when Vince tosses back the lighter as well.
They settle into the cushions as the familiar red and orange ESPN logo flashes across the screen.
“I liked the bumper sticker,” Vince says as Eric sparks up the lighter.
Eric exhales a large white cloud. “Yeah, I thought you would.”
“Where’d you get it?”
“Don’t Panic in West Hollywood.”
“'I love cock',” Vince coughs around his hit. “You think that would make a good sound-bite for Entertainment Tonight?”
Eric laughs. “I think that would make a great epitaph for Ari’s gravestone when he hears the sound-bite and has a heart attack.”
“You two have to learn how to get along.”
“I’ll move back in the house first.”
Vince grins. “Cool.”
-end-
Okay, so it’s kinda like crack, Entourage is – so, who’s with me? C’mon, people, don’t sleep. Where the communities and the icons and the fangirling?
serialkarma). C’mon people a new, shiny toy! Why am I so excited about this show you ask? Imagine if Ryan and Seth from The OC were actually from New York and living in LA, not quite as pretty nor originally rich, but still living together, with no parents. Plus, legal. Seriously, people don’t sleep on this show*. Non-OC people, don't let the comparison scare you off! It's really good.
Entourage
When they get back from New York, Turtle spends three hours in the driveway scraping Eric's 'present' off the back of the Hummer. The guys sit on the steps to watch Turtle bust his ass and curse Eric’s entire family, but Vince gets bored after five minutes of heckling and goes inside to watch the Food Network.
Three minutes later Eric follows on his heels.
From the foyer Eric can hear Drama's cat-calls about Turtle’s oral proficiency, and he's sitting on the steps flipping through the mail when Drama races inside and then dashes back out with his driver and bucket full of golf balls in his hands. Eric already knows how the rest of the afternoon is going to go, and sure enough thirty seconds later Drama calls for Vince to come and watch him practice driving golf balls at Turtle's head.
Vince hollers something about Drama’s head being full of balls anyway, and Eric's heading into the living room after Vince when Turtle curses loud enough to bring Ed Begley to the house again. When Turtle swears that he's going to get revenge, Eric laughs to himself. He's not worried.
Since Kristen left, Eric doesn’t really worry about much, or at least he tries not to.
Vince says – well, Vince says a lot of things, and Eric loves Vince a lot, but Vince isn’t necessarily the go-to guy for advice. Vince is the go-to guy for his autograph and to get Ari off his back. One day, Eric’s going to pop Ari in his veneered mouth.
“Pizza Boy, check it out,” Vince calls from his sprawl on the sofa, and Eric chucks the mail on the kitchen counter before heading into the living room.
“Don’t call me Pizza Boy,” Eric says, kicking Vince in the shin to make him lift up his legs so he can sit on the sofa as well. The joke stopped being funny in the VIP waiting room at LAX. Five days ago.
On the TV, some redheaded guy is making Italian food.
“You worked at Sbarro,” Vince says. “That makes you Pizza Boy. Unless you want be known as Lasagna Boy or something.”
“Shut up,” Eric says dismissively.
“Ziti boy.”
“Vince.”
“Penne Boy.”
“Okay the next crappy script Ari sends over I’m going to tell you to do, just to fuck you over.”
Vince’s bottom lip juts out, and Eric smirks. “You’re supposed to be my friend, E,” Vince sulks.
“I am your friend,” Eric says, slumping into the sofa and stretching his legs out on the coffee table. His right foot is a little close to the bong, but nobody would probably notice if he spilled bong water on the table over the stench of stale beer and Drama’s shoes. Showering more than once a week is a good thing. Drama should look into it.
“...Kristin.”
“What?” Eric says, trying to figure out how much it would cost to hire somebody to come over and wash Drama twice a week. It can’t be more than that fucking Rottweiller. “What about her?”
“I’m glad she’s gone,” Vince says.
“Yeah, I got the picture; she was a bitch, can we move on and change the subject now?”
Vince’s hand is way too heavy on Eric’s thigh, especially considering that Vince isn’t the biggest guy in the world. “So are you gonna move back in the house?” Vince asks.
Eric looks down at Vince hand and then back up at the scruffy face and completely guileless eyes. Sometimes it’s a mystery to Eric how Vince has survived this long in LA without being eaten alive. Clearly that’s what he, Turtle and Drama are for, but then again, maybe Vince is a better actor than anybody gives him credit for. “Vince – Vince we’re not doing this again.”
“E, c’mon, she was a bitch.”
“Okay, she was, but still.”
Eric looks pointedly from Vince’s hand back to Vince. “I like living in the guesthouse.”
“Yeah, but it’s not the same, you know, just me and Turtle and Drama.”
“You can't tell me that it’s boring up here with them.”
“No, but that’s not really the point, you know?”
“Vince, don’t.”
“Why? Is this some ‘I don’t like you anymore bullshit?’” Vince’s hand tightens on Eric’s thigh when Eric reaches down and grabs his wrist to pull him off.
“No, this is that ‘you’ve got this big career in front of you’ bullshit,” Eric says prying Vince’s hand off his leg. He feels a momentary sense of victory until Vince grabs his hand and puts it on Vince’s leg.
“What are you so worried about?”
Vince pointedly pouts when Eric yanks his hand away, but Eric makes no move to leave the sofa. Making a big scene would only make this worse. They’ve had this conversation enough for him to know that. “If Hollywood finds out that their next big thing is playing both sides of the field there won’t be anything left to worry about because we’ll all be out on our asses and back in New York, working for minimum wage at Sbarro. Do you want that, Vince, because I don’t.”
“Oh yeah? Tell your worries about who I'm fucking to Colin Farrell.”
“That’s why he’s doing Matterhorn,” Eric says.
“Yeah, for FOUR million dollars.”
Eric opens his mouth but nothing comes out. Some days it’s really hard to argue with cold hard money. “It’s a bad script, Vince,” he says eventually. “Die Hard at Disneyland.”
“I read the first ten pages, E, I know.”
There’s a lull in the conversation that most people would say is an uncomfortable silence, but Eric and Vince have been through too much to call it anything but just hanging out. On the TV the redheaded guy is making pizza. That’s just fucked up.
“You’ll find something you love,” Eric says eventually.
Vince makes a noncommittal noise. “Sure I will. You wanna watch Sports Center?”
“Yes, thank god.”
Vince shifts on the sofa to grab the remote control from the coffee table, and he passes the bong back to Eric. Eric almost drops the bong when Vince tosses back the lighter as well.
They settle into the cushions as the familiar red and orange ESPN logo flashes across the screen.
“I liked the bumper sticker,” Vince says as Eric sparks up the lighter.
Eric exhales a large white cloud. “Yeah, I thought you would.”
“Where’d you get it?”
“Don’t Panic in West Hollywood.”
“'I love cock',” Vince coughs around his hit. “You think that would make a good sound-bite for Entertainment Tonight?”
Eric laughs. “I think that would make a great epitaph for Ari’s gravestone when he hears the sound-bite and has a heart attack.”
“You two have to learn how to get along.”
“I’ll move back in the house first.”
Vince grins. “Cool.”
-end-
Okay, so it’s kinda like crack, Entourage is – so, who’s with me? C’mon, people, don’t sleep. Where the communities and the icons and the fangirling?
wild like the meerkat!
LEAVE NO FANDOM UNFICCED.
...I will so icon that later. It shall be my battle cry.
Re: wild like the meerkat!
What? Seriously, when you see the show you will understand the urgency because really? It's that good. And also, fucking funny. And it's only eight episodes this seasons. I don't have time to play silly buggers with the stories. *nods*
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Are you kidding??!! I'm dying for a Turtle mood theme!
What is it about the relationship between two guys, where one is really, really rich and the other one isn't that just brings the slash?
Once again: I love Turtle.
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What? I can't be shallow too?
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(Whee, Entourage fic less than 24 hours later! Must be some kind of land speed record.)
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Dude, did you ever see "Cupid"?
There should be, like, a Temple of Piven, with priests and priestesses and orgiastic rites and whole days devoted to just listening to him talk.
Er, I'm scaring you, aren't I? But he and Eric should so have hostile, sneering sex.
I'm just sayin'.
(Say, does anybody have "Cupid" on tape? I'll donate one of zahra's kidneys. She needs to wake up in an ice-packed bathtub. Hey, she's a writer -- it'll do wonders for her. She'll be able to top any other writer's bar-brag story forever.)
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Thank you so much for all your kind words! I, too, was really impressed with how much I enjoyed the show.
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Excellent story.
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Eric laughs. “I think that would make a great epitaph for Ari’s gravestone when he hears the sound-bite and has a heart attack.”
“You two have to learn how to get along.”
“I’ll move back in the house first.”
SO. MARRIED.
And yeah, still so L.A.
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I'm in lust. Seriously.
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As to VInce...he's tall, with dark curly hair. He was made to torment me.
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::snickers::
You = my hero. I was ready to kill for some Ent fic and here you are. A lovely little piece and I adore the backstory. Can't figure out how Eric can resist, but that's just me. Great dialogue, great characterization, great manly-man details. Loved.
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I am notoriously impatient; yes, it is true. I admit it. ;)
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cause it's yet another new fandom for me too.no subject
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The Entourage was quite shiny, wasn't it? i didn't realize it was only a 1/2 hour, so at 10:30est, i was very sad that i had to wait another week for more goodness. Vince is puuuuurty.
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My slash goggles are permanently attached.
The Entourage was quite shiny, wasn't it? i didn't realize it was only a 1/2 hour, so at 10:30est, i was very sad that i had to wait another week for more goodness. Vince is puuuuurty.
I'm so sad that it's only a 1/2 hour, too. When it was over, after I stopped rolling on the floor, I began shouting for more.
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As always, you've provided "What's Missing From This Show" and have made it great. Whee!
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We are a very very small fandom. We don't even have a community, but I'm glad I was able to meet your insta-fic needs.
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Thank you.
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