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O11 – Leave Emotion @ the Door
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ethrosdemon demanded that I write her some more Ocean's 11 fic, and I told her I would. It just took me a little while. This is for her and for lalejandra who liked a particular line I waved in front of her.
Ocean's 11
Danny Ocean/ Rusty Ryan; Rusty Ryan/ Linus Caldwell
Leave Emotion @ the Door
The silver streaks in Danny's hair are thicker now than when he went away, and even under the soft backroom lighting Rusty can see the deeper lines on his forehead and around his mouth. One of the kids is talking to Rusty about something, but he might as well be speaking Hindi, because all Rusty can see is Danny fucking Ocean; and he looks pretty good. Actually, he looks great. Not everybody comes out the clink looking like they just had a vacation, but Danny’s never bothered to do things like anybody else, so there’s no reason for him to start now. And suddenly Rusty really doesn’t feel like playing cards, but cons are never about what you feel like doing. Every time people start throwing feelings in the mix – that’s when the scam gets messed up.
*
The lighting at Frank & Musso’s is so dim that if Rusty weren’t sitting across from Danny he’d never be able to see him, but he would still feel his presence, which is just a little too gay for comfort. They don’t do the gay thing. They do the ‘them’ thing, because just being with Danny is like living in the biggest scam ever. Every thought and every breath is about the next move and the next plan, and what they’re doing and how it might go wrong or get messed up. Tess was a bigger mess up than most, because Rusty really didn't see her coming, and scamming is about awareness. It's about adaptability, and Danny and Rusty are about bending and fitting and modifying. Living with Danny is about evolving, and Rusty has to be fluid and flexible. He has to believe that he’ll win in the end.
Cons have to have confidence. Thinking too hard about the specifics will only lead to trouble –- it always does.
*
Rusty got his fire tattoo after he met a guy named Seth near the border. Rusty wasn’t particularly in the market for a tattoo at the time, but he had a little time to kill and Seth looked so much like Danny that it was hard for Rusty to say no; so now he’s got a fire tattoo that ends around his elbow and memories of not doing the gay thing with someone else, too.
When Danny gets a good look at his tattoo the morning after the night before, he just raises an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth twitches in amusement.
“Get bored while I was away?” he asks, kicking his legs free from the 250-count white sheets provided by the Hotel Roosevelt and clambering out of bed.
“You know how I like to keep myself busy,” Rusty answers before going back to the full breakfast he’d had delivered.
*
Rusty was seventeen the first time Danny kissed him. They had been scamming together for three years at that point, doing card games and small-time heists, and Danny had never shown the slightest hint that he’d realized that Rusty’d had a crush on him that entire time.
The kiss was the first time that Rusty truly realized that nothing ever got past Danny Ocean, because Danny was drunk and Rusty was high, and afterwards, Danny passed out while Rusty spent the rest of the night staring at his swollen mouth in the bathroom mirror and wondering what the fuck had just happened to his entire life.
*
They don’t talk about the jail thing, because there’s not a whole lot to say. It wasn’t an Incan matrimonial head mask thing, it was a them thing. It was a them problem. It’s why Danny went to jail and Rusty just let him – because just this one time Rusty decided to let his emotions have the final say. He could’ve kept Danny out of jail. He could’ve taken the fall, and he would have, but Danny was safer in jail. He wasn’t with her in jail, and if Rusty couldn’t have Danny then Tess sure as hell couldn’t either. There was no way that some amateur art-critic was getting one over on Rusty.
*
On the flight out of Vegas after visiting Reuben, the flight attendant makes eyes at Danny, but Danny doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, and since Danny notices everything, Rusty’s pretty certain that he just doesn’t care. Which is good. Which is as it should be. As it used to be. Danny’s only ever had eyes for two people. Which is one too many in Rusty’s book.
“What are we going to do with Rueben’s remaindered furniture?” he asks as Danny reclines his seat another 5 degrees and closes his eyes in some approximation of sleep.
They used to live together. Before Tess. Obviously nobody told Reuben about Tess, not that Rusty could blame them, because he doesn’t like to talk about Tess if he can help it either.
Danny cracks one eye open and looks at Rusty as though it’s obvious. "Keep it – it’ll probably match that orange and purple suede sofa that he sent last time."
“What exactly is remaindered furniture anyway?”
Danny opens his other eye. “I have no idea.”
*
The second time Danny fucked him was just after Rusty’s twenty-first birthday, which they had celebrated by knocking over a small jewel supplier on the Lower East Side. There had been girls and champagne and really good Indian food, and then Rusty was on his back on the futon and his legs were up on Danny’s shoulders, and Danny was talking about this entry guy that he’d heard of, Phil, who was almost as good as Basher, who of course, was having availability issues again. The fact that Danny talked about scamming during the entire act of sex was clearly his way of leaving his emotions at the door, but it was really kind of hot.
*
Just being in the same room as Tess makes Rusty feel raw, like he went six rounds with a cheese grater and lost; but he can fake it better than anyone else he knows, so he chews thoughtfully on his shrimp while Linus chatters on about Benedict like he’s the man who knows it all.
Sometimes there’s nothing better than conning a con, and for the entire 74 seconds that it takes for Tess to walk down the stairs and through the lobby, Rusty thinks about sabotaging the plan because he's not going to give Danny to her again. He’s not being emotional, not really. He’s being smart. He’s looking out for his interests, their interests. Emotion only gets in the way.
So tonight Rusty is going to pay Linus a little visit after hours and let Danny see what it’s like to be on the wrong side of the scam.
*
Danny’s sitting on Rusty’s bed when he creeps into his suite at six-oh-eight after another night in Linus’ bed, and the stubble burn on Rusty’s jaw makes it kind of hard to smile, but Danny’s always been worth the effort so Rusty goes along.
“Having fun yet?” Danny’s tone is harsh, and Rusty’s smile falls away in an instant.
“I’m just playing the game you made,” Rusty points out.
The door handle sends a sharp pain up Rusty’s spine when Danny slams him against it. Danny’s kiss is harsh and dry, and his mouth tastes like whiskey and peanuts. “Never con a con,” he whispers against Rusty’s mouth.
Rusty closes his eyes as Danny yanks his shirt out of his trousers, and he rests his head against the door at an angle that makes his neck complain. “You started it,” he says quietly. “Are you going to change the plan halfway through the game? That’s no way to run a scam.”
Danny’s teeth are sharp on Rusty’s jaw. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that cons have to be flexible?”
*
The first night they’re together after Danny gets out, they just sleep. No fucking, no touching, just sleeping. Somewhere in his four years inside, Danny started snoring like a 500 lb. Sumo wrestler, and it takes Rusty a lot of poking and prodding and almost suffocating Danny to get him to rollover and shut up. On the morning of the job, Rusty wakes up to Danny staring at him with something very very close to affection, or worse, love. Rusty’s just opening his mouth to say something smart when Danny leans over and kisses him softly on the mouth.
Rusty’s brain is still misfiring while Danny’s heading for the shower. “You wouldn't like it as much if I did it all the time,” Danny says with a smirk before shutting the door behind him. “You’d get spoiled.”
*
Rusty goes to Chicago and looks up Linus while Danny’s serving his six to eight months. Linus isn’t Danny, which means that Rusty doesn’t have to worry about caring too much, or at all. He’s just killing time and waiting for his next job. The day that he opens the door and finds Tess on the other side, he actually smiles. Not for her, but for what she signifies.
*
They make it as far as Newark airport before everything starts to fall apart again, and Rusty really doesn’t have the inclination to stick around while Tess and Danny argue about who’s supposed to change for who and why being a con is or isn’t a real living. This isn’t his marriage, this is his living, so he picks up his suitcase and heads for the boarding gate for the flight to Monaco like they arranged with Reuben and Saul.
*
It only hits Rusty once he gets on the plane that if he leaves Danny behind now he may never have him again, but he slips into his business class seat and fastens his seat belt anyway. He takes a deep breath and looks out the window at the gray Jersey skyline.
He’s kind of hungry and he’s kind of empty, and it’s weird to think he might never scam with Danny again. He can’t really grasp the idea that the longest running confidence scheme in his life might come to an end like this, without fanfare or jail time or anything special to mark the occasion. He can’t believe that he might have nothing to show for the last twenty-odd years of his life besides thirteen million dollars that he can’t figure out how to spend.
He’s never been in this for the money, it’s always been about them, except that Rusty can’t figure out if he’s scammed Tess, or Tess has scammed him, or he’s scammed Danny’s, or Danny’s scammed them both, which would really be a serious con. And Rusty would almost have to respect that. Almost.
He’s flipping through the safety information and thinking about Hindu cows, when a body plops down next to him and a deep voice says, “Oxygen gets you high, you know that, right?”
Rusty only looks up when a bag of airline pretzels drops onto his lap, and the wink Danny gives him makes him smile. “You didn’t really think I’d let you do this on your own, did you?” Danny shifts in the seat next to him.
“I thought you were going to stay with your wife.”
“My ex-wife,” Danny corrects.
Rusty opens his mouth, but for second time in recent memory nothing comes out. Danny smiles. “Are you telling me that you fell for it? I thought I’d taught you better than that.”
“Yeah, but you and Benedict and Tess…” Rusty’s mind is all mixed up.
“You sound like Linus.”
“What?” Rusty’s distracted when his stomach growls, but the incredulous look he sends Danny says it all.
“Cons don’t work unless people believe them, you know,” Danny says, fastening his seatbelt and reclining his seat. “They’re called confidence scams for a reason, and if I couldn’t sell you on it then there was no way I could sell it to Tess or Benedict.”
Stunned is a serious understatement for what Rusty’s feeling right now, but his gut knows that there’s no way Danny’s lying; naturally, honesty has always confused the hell out of him.
“I did it for us,” Danny says.
“You conned me,” Rusty protests.
Danny smirks. “You were expecting something else?”
Rusty actually thinks about it for a minute. “No, not really.”
-end-
1. Beta, prodding and stuff bylalejandra. Remaining fuck-ups are mine.
2. The title is taken from the movie itself as apparently it’s the first rule of cards.
3. The Seth of mention is actually George Clooney in his role From Dusk Til Dawn. I don’t remember who originally had this idea, I think it was A. Give her the credit.
4. The Hindu cows/ oxygen shoutie on the plane goes to Fight Club.
I’m not the only one feeling the O11 bug,musesfool wrote a A Little Less Conversation, A Little More Action today, too!
ETP*: People, if you have even the slightest interest in Entourage and you're not a member of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
the_guesthouse you are so missing out. The fic is killer; the icons are gorgeous; plus, you know, Entourage!
*ETP = Edited to Pimp (TM)
ethrosdemon demanded that I write her some more Ocean's 11 fic, and I told her I would. It just took me a little while. This is for her and for lalejandra who liked a particular line I waved in front of her. Ocean's 11
Danny Ocean/ Rusty Ryan; Rusty Ryan/ Linus Caldwell
The silver streaks in Danny's hair are thicker now than when he went away, and even under the soft backroom lighting Rusty can see the deeper lines on his forehead and around his mouth. One of the kids is talking to Rusty about something, but he might as well be speaking Hindi, because all Rusty can see is Danny fucking Ocean; and he looks pretty good. Actually, he looks great. Not everybody comes out the clink looking like they just had a vacation, but Danny’s never bothered to do things like anybody else, so there’s no reason for him to start now. And suddenly Rusty really doesn’t feel like playing cards, but cons are never about what you feel like doing. Every time people start throwing feelings in the mix – that’s when the scam gets messed up.
The lighting at Frank & Musso’s is so dim that if Rusty weren’t sitting across from Danny he’d never be able to see him, but he would still feel his presence, which is just a little too gay for comfort. They don’t do the gay thing. They do the ‘them’ thing, because just being with Danny is like living in the biggest scam ever. Every thought and every breath is about the next move and the next plan, and what they’re doing and how it might go wrong or get messed up. Tess was a bigger mess up than most, because Rusty really didn't see her coming, and scamming is about awareness. It's about adaptability, and Danny and Rusty are about bending and fitting and modifying. Living with Danny is about evolving, and Rusty has to be fluid and flexible. He has to believe that he’ll win in the end.
Cons have to have confidence. Thinking too hard about the specifics will only lead to trouble –- it always does.
Rusty got his fire tattoo after he met a guy named Seth near the border. Rusty wasn’t particularly in the market for a tattoo at the time, but he had a little time to kill and Seth looked so much like Danny that it was hard for Rusty to say no; so now he’s got a fire tattoo that ends around his elbow and memories of not doing the gay thing with someone else, too.
When Danny gets a good look at his tattoo the morning after the night before, he just raises an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth twitches in amusement.
“Get bored while I was away?” he asks, kicking his legs free from the 250-count white sheets provided by the Hotel Roosevelt and clambering out of bed.
“You know how I like to keep myself busy,” Rusty answers before going back to the full breakfast he’d had delivered.
Rusty was seventeen the first time Danny kissed him. They had been scamming together for three years at that point, doing card games and small-time heists, and Danny had never shown the slightest hint that he’d realized that Rusty’d had a crush on him that entire time.
The kiss was the first time that Rusty truly realized that nothing ever got past Danny Ocean, because Danny was drunk and Rusty was high, and afterwards, Danny passed out while Rusty spent the rest of the night staring at his swollen mouth in the bathroom mirror and wondering what the fuck had just happened to his entire life.
They don’t talk about the jail thing, because there’s not a whole lot to say. It wasn’t an Incan matrimonial head mask thing, it was a them thing. It was a them problem. It’s why Danny went to jail and Rusty just let him – because just this one time Rusty decided to let his emotions have the final say. He could’ve kept Danny out of jail. He could’ve taken the fall, and he would have, but Danny was safer in jail. He wasn’t with her in jail, and if Rusty couldn’t have Danny then Tess sure as hell couldn’t either. There was no way that some amateur art-critic was getting one over on Rusty.
On the flight out of Vegas after visiting Reuben, the flight attendant makes eyes at Danny, but Danny doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, and since Danny notices everything, Rusty’s pretty certain that he just doesn’t care. Which is good. Which is as it should be. As it used to be. Danny’s only ever had eyes for two people. Which is one too many in Rusty’s book.
“What are we going to do with Rueben’s remaindered furniture?” he asks as Danny reclines his seat another 5 degrees and closes his eyes in some approximation of sleep.
They used to live together. Before Tess. Obviously nobody told Reuben about Tess, not that Rusty could blame them, because he doesn’t like to talk about Tess if he can help it either.
Danny cracks one eye open and looks at Rusty as though it’s obvious. "Keep it – it’ll probably match that orange and purple suede sofa that he sent last time."
“What exactly is remaindered furniture anyway?”
Danny opens his other eye. “I have no idea.”
The second time Danny fucked him was just after Rusty’s twenty-first birthday, which they had celebrated by knocking over a small jewel supplier on the Lower East Side. There had been girls and champagne and really good Indian food, and then Rusty was on his back on the futon and his legs were up on Danny’s shoulders, and Danny was talking about this entry guy that he’d heard of, Phil, who was almost as good as Basher, who of course, was having availability issues again. The fact that Danny talked about scamming during the entire act of sex was clearly his way of leaving his emotions at the door, but it was really kind of hot.
Just being in the same room as Tess makes Rusty feel raw, like he went six rounds with a cheese grater and lost; but he can fake it better than anyone else he knows, so he chews thoughtfully on his shrimp while Linus chatters on about Benedict like he’s the man who knows it all.
Sometimes there’s nothing better than conning a con, and for the entire 74 seconds that it takes for Tess to walk down the stairs and through the lobby, Rusty thinks about sabotaging the plan because he's not going to give Danny to her again. He’s not being emotional, not really. He’s being smart. He’s looking out for his interests, their interests. Emotion only gets in the way.
So tonight Rusty is going to pay Linus a little visit after hours and let Danny see what it’s like to be on the wrong side of the scam.
Danny’s sitting on Rusty’s bed when he creeps into his suite at six-oh-eight after another night in Linus’ bed, and the stubble burn on Rusty’s jaw makes it kind of hard to smile, but Danny’s always been worth the effort so Rusty goes along.
“Having fun yet?” Danny’s tone is harsh, and Rusty’s smile falls away in an instant.
“I’m just playing the game you made,” Rusty points out.
The door handle sends a sharp pain up Rusty’s spine when Danny slams him against it. Danny’s kiss is harsh and dry, and his mouth tastes like whiskey and peanuts. “Never con a con,” he whispers against Rusty’s mouth.
Rusty closes his eyes as Danny yanks his shirt out of his trousers, and he rests his head against the door at an angle that makes his neck complain. “You started it,” he says quietly. “Are you going to change the plan halfway through the game? That’s no way to run a scam.”
Danny’s teeth are sharp on Rusty’s jaw. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that cons have to be flexible?”
The first night they’re together after Danny gets out, they just sleep. No fucking, no touching, just sleeping. Somewhere in his four years inside, Danny started snoring like a 500 lb. Sumo wrestler, and it takes Rusty a lot of poking and prodding and almost suffocating Danny to get him to rollover and shut up. On the morning of the job, Rusty wakes up to Danny staring at him with something very very close to affection, or worse, love. Rusty’s just opening his mouth to say something smart when Danny leans over and kisses him softly on the mouth.
Rusty’s brain is still misfiring while Danny’s heading for the shower. “You wouldn't like it as much if I did it all the time,” Danny says with a smirk before shutting the door behind him. “You’d get spoiled.”
Rusty goes to Chicago and looks up Linus while Danny’s serving his six to eight months. Linus isn’t Danny, which means that Rusty doesn’t have to worry about caring too much, or at all. He’s just killing time and waiting for his next job. The day that he opens the door and finds Tess on the other side, he actually smiles. Not for her, but for what she signifies.
They make it as far as Newark airport before everything starts to fall apart again, and Rusty really doesn’t have the inclination to stick around while Tess and Danny argue about who’s supposed to change for who and why being a con is or isn’t a real living. This isn’t his marriage, this is his living, so he picks up his suitcase and heads for the boarding gate for the flight to Monaco like they arranged with Reuben and Saul.
It only hits Rusty once he gets on the plane that if he leaves Danny behind now he may never have him again, but he slips into his business class seat and fastens his seat belt anyway. He takes a deep breath and looks out the window at the gray Jersey skyline.
He’s kind of hungry and he’s kind of empty, and it’s weird to think he might never scam with Danny again. He can’t really grasp the idea that the longest running confidence scheme in his life might come to an end like this, without fanfare or jail time or anything special to mark the occasion. He can’t believe that he might have nothing to show for the last twenty-odd years of his life besides thirteen million dollars that he can’t figure out how to spend.
He’s never been in this for the money, it’s always been about them, except that Rusty can’t figure out if he’s scammed Tess, or Tess has scammed him, or he’s scammed Danny’s, or Danny’s scammed them both, which would really be a serious con. And Rusty would almost have to respect that. Almost.
He’s flipping through the safety information and thinking about Hindu cows, when a body plops down next to him and a deep voice says, “Oxygen gets you high, you know that, right?”
Rusty only looks up when a bag of airline pretzels drops onto his lap, and the wink Danny gives him makes him smile. “You didn’t really think I’d let you do this on your own, did you?” Danny shifts in the seat next to him.
“I thought you were going to stay with your wife.”
“My ex-wife,” Danny corrects.
Rusty opens his mouth, but for second time in recent memory nothing comes out. Danny smiles. “Are you telling me that you fell for it? I thought I’d taught you better than that.”
“Yeah, but you and Benedict and Tess…” Rusty’s mind is all mixed up.
“You sound like Linus.”
“What?” Rusty’s distracted when his stomach growls, but the incredulous look he sends Danny says it all.
“Cons don’t work unless people believe them, you know,” Danny says, fastening his seatbelt and reclining his seat. “They’re called confidence scams for a reason, and if I couldn’t sell you on it then there was no way I could sell it to Tess or Benedict.”
Stunned is a serious understatement for what Rusty’s feeling right now, but his gut knows that there’s no way Danny’s lying; naturally, honesty has always confused the hell out of him.
“I did it for us,” Danny says.
“You conned me,” Rusty protests.
Danny smirks. “You were expecting something else?”
Rusty actually thinks about it for a minute. “No, not really.”
-end-
1. Beta, prodding and stuff by
lalejandra. Remaining fuck-ups are mine. 2. The title is taken from the movie itself as apparently it’s the first rule of cards.
3. The Seth of mention is actually George Clooney in his role From Dusk Til Dawn. I don’t remember who originally had this idea, I think it was A. Give her the credit.
4. The Hindu cows/ oxygen shoutie on the plane goes to Fight Club.
I’m not the only one feeling the O11 bug,
musesfool wrote a A Little Less Conversation, A Little More Action today, too!ETP*: People, if you have even the slightest interest in Entourage and you're not a member of
the_guesthouse you are so missing out. The fic is killer; the icons are gorgeous; plus, you know, Entourage!*ETP = Edited to Pimp (TM)
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Love the Rusty voice, it's so straightforward and pretend-suave and secretly seethy. And love the Linus/Rusty and the Rusty/Seth, too. I just watched Dusk til Dawn last night! What are the odds? Clearly it was a sign.
Love this best of all:
The fact that Danny talked about scamming during the entire act of sex was clearly his way of leaving his emotions at the door, but it was really kind of hot.
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I love it so much! And it perfectly explains Tess away, because god, could she have been any less interesting in the movie?
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They don’t do the gay thing. They do the ‘them’ thing, because just being with Danny is like living in the biggest scam ever.
OMGYES. That's just. Eek. *sighs happily*
Rusty spent the rest of the night staring at his swollen mouth in the bathroom mirror and wondering what the fuck had just happened to his entire life.
God, been there, done that. You capture that moment perfectly.
“Having fun yet?”
“I’m just playing the game you made,”
and
“I did it for us,”
“You conned me,”
“You were expecting something else?”
and just, all the dialogue! I could hear it, quite distinctly, and lo, it was good. Veryverygoodyes. XD
*runs off to watch the dvd*
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Yeah, now that's what I'm talking about. The elusivity of slashing those characters has always puzzled me, but you hit it right on the head. I do like the way Rusty's voice is always getting close to something emotional and then veers off into a rumination on scamming. How manly.
GRATE.
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This was really great.
I love this last exchange. It reminds me of the conversation in the elevator when Danny and Rusty were in the architect's office.
"You conned me," Rusty protests. - the faint whiff of incredulousness is great.
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Yes, it should be here! *looks at train station* *waits for train* *looks at tumbleweeds* *waits more*
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3. The Seth of mention is actually George Clooney in his role From Dusk Til Dawn. I don’t remember who originally had this idea, I think it was A. Give her the credit.
I would love to take the credit, but I believe it was Regina!
“Cons don’t work unless people believe them, you know,” Danny says, fastening his seatbelt and reclining his seat. “They’re called confidence scams for a reason, and if I couldn’t sell you on it then there was no way I could sell Tess or Benedict on it.”
You know it.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that cons have to be flexible?”
Yeah, Rusty, cons have to be flexible.
Danny is such a whiny bitch.
He can’t believe that he might have nothing to show for the last twenty-odd years of his life besides thirteen million dollars that he can’t figure out how to spend
!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could spend it. C'mere, Rusty, baby.
“What exactly is remaindered furniture anyway?”
Danny opens his other eye. “I have no idea.”
I love this.
Okay. Dude. I love this. I love this whole thing. I love the voice. I love the thread of love-as-scam. I love Rusty. I love that he's just gonna walk away - JUST LIKE HE TOLD DANNY TO!!!!! EEEEEE!!!
I love that Danny scammed him and Tess and everyone.
I love the remaindered furniture.
I love this line the most:
just being with Danny is like living in the biggest scam ever
♥
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Also, this bit:
“What exactly is remaindered furniture anyway?”
Danny opens his other eye. “I have no idea.”
I love this.
I wrote that while I was waiting for you to tell me what it was, because I was like 'if I have no idea then they can have no idea too'!
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I think Kass came up with it first, but it all happened in my LJ when I posted that crazy Rusty-as-a-teen fic (http://www.livejournal.com/users/queenofalostart/184502.html).
Also, well.
He could’ve taken the fall, and he would have, but Danny was safer in jail. He wasn’t with her in jail, and if Rusty couldn’t have Danny then Tess sure as hell couldn’t either.
Yis.
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I think Kass came up with it first, but it all happened in my LJ when I posted that crazy Rusty-as-a-teen fic.
Insanity.
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Really, very nice.
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Mmmmmmm, Rusty. *grins hugely*
I loved this, but who would expect otherwise? Because, you know, Z....did I ever tell you, you're my hero? I can fly higher than an eagle. But you? You are the wind beneath my wings.
*coughs* I truly don't know where that came from, and I'm not a little ashamed.
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What cracks me up is that when I first read this I thought you meant you 'cunning' little fucker, and then my brain was like 'duh, you idiot, CON' and I was like 'oh, Nifra's slick.' I'm so glad you enjoyed reading it, sweetie!
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Other than that, good show. *arthouse snaps*
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What would I do without you lot cleaning up after me?
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I like this. It fits the characters very well, has a better ending than the film and even manages a mention of Seth. Great stuff.
Gina
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and your writing is my not so secret crack.
*is fiend*
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This is so top notch you. Witty lines, internal lives that are hinted at enought to give a real feeling for the characters, characterization to kill for. Danny! Rusty! And you slay Tess.
I know it took me forever to read this, but when we talk that will all be explained. Thank you for making this, even though I wasn't there to love you in time.
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Squee!
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Danny, you sly dog. And Rusty, boinking Linus and desperately trying to keep it together and stay with the program. And the glimpses of past Rusty and Danny, always together, and how it just takes Rusty apart. Aw.
Con artists: Nothing says loving like scamming your own boyfriend into running away with you. There oughta be a Hallmark card.
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But omg, man. You have the absolute perfect voice for writing these characters. The dry tone, where everything is said lightly but meant in a completely different way. I love that. I think what I loved about them in the movie was that they're such assholes, but then it turns out that they only seem to be assholes to the third party, the audience, because they're speaking a different dialect. And you got that! And ee! So much love.
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Talk about life imitating art...Last night, imdb.com had a blurb about how supportive George Clooney was being of his old friend, Brad, even insisting that Brad stay in George's Italian villa for a while, since Brad's breakup with Jennifer Aniston. So of course my mind raced straight to the gutter.
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oh. my. fucking. god. that was perfect. perfect.
i loved this. very much.
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