Entourage - The Man in the Would-Be Suit
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hackthis_archiveI have Harry/Neville and Ron/Neville on the brain, but I can't figure out which to tackle first, so I went with a different fandom instead ;)
Entourage (spoilers for 1:7 The Scene)
The Man in the Would-Be Suit
"But I wanna do this picture,” Vince says for the fiftieth time in five minutes. He does petulant well. Eric knows he’s been practicing in the bathroom mirror every morning; he wakes up Eric to get his opinion all the time. "With this director."
"Well, I want to be a fucking millionaire," Eric snaps back, "but not everybody gets what they want all the time, in case you didn't notice, Vince."
Eric spits out his name like it's something distasteful, and Eric can actually see him wince.
"Hey, I know somebody who can hook you up with --" Turtle interrupts.
"Shut up, Turtle," Eric and Vince chime in unison.
It's the only thing they agree on right now, which isn't saying a lot. This is the kind of argument that only makes sense to them because Turtle just frowns and Drama looks confused, but then Drama always looks confused, and they're supposed to be past this thing by now.
They've signed on. Billy fucking Walsh has signed on. Ari is still shitting bricks about wanting a studio picture and the blow-job from hell, but even he's signed on as well. But Eric... Eric is not on board with this.
He’s nobody’s fucking suit.
He’s nobody’s Yes Man.
*
Eric doesn't care about the gay thing, and he only kind of cares about the some-other-guy-blowing-Vince-thing. He cares about how much they’ve invested in Queens Boulevard already. He cares about how it’s fucking sucking them dry. It doesn’t matter if the blowjob is simulated or real or whatever. Hollywood is all about appearances, just look at the mess with Vincent Gallo and Chloe Wassername and Brown Bunny. If Vince does this thing it’ll be all anybody talks about for the rest of his career. When he’s old and infirm, nurses will spoon-feed him and talk about how hot he was back in that one movie where that guy sucked him off on the subway, and this is not what Eric came from New York for. It’s not. They’ve worked – he’s worked his ass off to create this image for Vince as a teen heartthrob, and that's about to go down the fucking shitter because Vince has a vision and Billy fucking Walsh has a vision, and apparently his opinion doesn't count for shit.
"The job of a manager is to fucking manage," he snaps when Turtle asks if he wants the last of the sausage on his plate. “I can’t manage Vince if he doesn’t fucking listen to my advice. I’m supposed to keep him from doing stupid shit like this.”
“Whatever, E,” Turtle laughs. “How’re you gonna manage Vince when you can’t even manage not to drunk dial your piece on the side. What’d you do, go to Managers Community College?”
“I went to Kick Your Ass University,” Drama chimes in between shoveling forkfuls of egg into his mouth.
“And flunked out on the second day,” Turtle laughs.
“Shut up,” Eric snaps, poking Turtle with his fork when he tries to lift the last piece of sausage. “That’s mine. Don’t touch what’s mine.”
“Somebody’s touchy this morning,” Turtle says, rubbing the back of his hand.
“Shut up, Turtle,” Drama says absently.
*
In the elevator down from the Marmont penthouse, Vince rocks back and forth on his heels with a huge grin on his face, but Eric can’t bring himself to share in the excitement. “The gay thing really got you, didn’t it?” Vince says poking Eric in the ribs playfully.
“It wasn’t the gay thing,” Eric begins.
“He didn’t want you infringing on Drama’s territory,” Turtle chimes in. “Shirt-lifting is his thing, and you’ll never get him out the house if you take all his roles.”
“How about you infringe on this,” Drama says, yanking Turtle into a headlock.
When the elevator stops in the lobby Vince is laughing and Turtle’s gasping for air as Drama’s giving him a noogie, but Eric’s out the door.
*
“I’m nobody’s fucking suit,” Eric announces, rolling away when Vince slides under the duvet with him in the wee hours of the morning.
“You’re not still all bent out of shape about that, are you, E?”
Vince’s voice is scratchy, and he smells like sweat and chocolate and smoke. Obviously he and Turtle have been hot boxing in the bathroom again, and Eric snorts to himself as he throws one leg over the side of the bed and propels himself up to sit on the edge.
“I don’t wear a suit.” Eric pulls away from Vince’s fingers brush against the small of his spine. “I don’t get paid like a suit. I’m tired of being treated like I’m a fucking bad guy just because I’m trying to do the right thing for you.”
“This is about money?” Vince’s incredulous tone says a lot; Eric doesn’t need to see his face.
“No, this is about respect.”
“You want Billy to respect you?”
“No, I want you to respect me.”
“E, you’re my best friend, of course I respect you.”
“Bullshit, Vince, you don’t respect me at all.”
Eric can feel the mattress shifting as Vince sits up, but the minute Vince’s hand slips onto his shoulder Eric’s off the bed.
“You want a suit?” Eric says to the dark bedroom, “then you can have a fucking suit. But you can’t have it all, Vince. You can’t have a suit and a friend and somebody’s dick to suck at,” a glance at the nightstand, “three-seventeen in the morning. It doesn’t work like that.”
Eric takes a deep breath before turning around, and even in the darkness he can read Vince like a book. The look on his face is a strange mixture of confusion and suspicion and hurt. “What are you saying, E?”
“I’m saying that you better make up your mind what you want, because you can't have it all,” Eric says crossing the room and grabbing up yesterday’s clothes where he left them. He's got to get out of here. “I’m no suit, I’m your partner; I’m not here to be used. This may be Hollywood, but I'm no one's bitch.”
-end-
Entourage (spoilers for 1:7 The Scene)
The Man in the Would-Be Suit
"But I wanna do this picture,” Vince says for the fiftieth time in five minutes. He does petulant well. Eric knows he’s been practicing in the bathroom mirror every morning; he wakes up Eric to get his opinion all the time. "With this director."
"Well, I want to be a fucking millionaire," Eric snaps back, "but not everybody gets what they want all the time, in case you didn't notice, Vince."
Eric spits out his name like it's something distasteful, and Eric can actually see him wince.
"Hey, I know somebody who can hook you up with --" Turtle interrupts.
"Shut up, Turtle," Eric and Vince chime in unison.
It's the only thing they agree on right now, which isn't saying a lot. This is the kind of argument that only makes sense to them because Turtle just frowns and Drama looks confused, but then Drama always looks confused, and they're supposed to be past this thing by now.
They've signed on. Billy fucking Walsh has signed on. Ari is still shitting bricks about wanting a studio picture and the blow-job from hell, but even he's signed on as well. But Eric... Eric is not on board with this.
He’s nobody’s fucking suit.
He’s nobody’s Yes Man.
Eric doesn't care about the gay thing, and he only kind of cares about the some-other-guy-blowing-Vince-thing. He cares about how much they’ve invested in Queens Boulevard already. He cares about how it’s fucking sucking them dry. It doesn’t matter if the blowjob is simulated or real or whatever. Hollywood is all about appearances, just look at the mess with Vincent Gallo and Chloe Wassername and Brown Bunny. If Vince does this thing it’ll be all anybody talks about for the rest of his career. When he’s old and infirm, nurses will spoon-feed him and talk about how hot he was back in that one movie where that guy sucked him off on the subway, and this is not what Eric came from New York for. It’s not. They’ve worked – he’s worked his ass off to create this image for Vince as a teen heartthrob, and that's about to go down the fucking shitter because Vince has a vision and Billy fucking Walsh has a vision, and apparently his opinion doesn't count for shit.
"The job of a manager is to fucking manage," he snaps when Turtle asks if he wants the last of the sausage on his plate. “I can’t manage Vince if he doesn’t fucking listen to my advice. I’m supposed to keep him from doing stupid shit like this.”
“Whatever, E,” Turtle laughs. “How’re you gonna manage Vince when you can’t even manage not to drunk dial your piece on the side. What’d you do, go to Managers Community College?”
“I went to Kick Your Ass University,” Drama chimes in between shoveling forkfuls of egg into his mouth.
“And flunked out on the second day,” Turtle laughs.
“Shut up,” Eric snaps, poking Turtle with his fork when he tries to lift the last piece of sausage. “That’s mine. Don’t touch what’s mine.”
“Somebody’s touchy this morning,” Turtle says, rubbing the back of his hand.
“Shut up, Turtle,” Drama says absently.
In the elevator down from the Marmont penthouse, Vince rocks back and forth on his heels with a huge grin on his face, but Eric can’t bring himself to share in the excitement. “The gay thing really got you, didn’t it?” Vince says poking Eric in the ribs playfully.
“It wasn’t the gay thing,” Eric begins.
“He didn’t want you infringing on Drama’s territory,” Turtle chimes in. “Shirt-lifting is his thing, and you’ll never get him out the house if you take all his roles.”
“How about you infringe on this,” Drama says, yanking Turtle into a headlock.
When the elevator stops in the lobby Vince is laughing and Turtle’s gasping for air as Drama’s giving him a noogie, but Eric’s out the door.
“I’m nobody’s fucking suit,” Eric announces, rolling away when Vince slides under the duvet with him in the wee hours of the morning.
“You’re not still all bent out of shape about that, are you, E?”
Vince’s voice is scratchy, and he smells like sweat and chocolate and smoke. Obviously he and Turtle have been hot boxing in the bathroom again, and Eric snorts to himself as he throws one leg over the side of the bed and propels himself up to sit on the edge.
“I don’t wear a suit.” Eric pulls away from Vince’s fingers brush against the small of his spine. “I don’t get paid like a suit. I’m tired of being treated like I’m a fucking bad guy just because I’m trying to do the right thing for you.”
“This is about money?” Vince’s incredulous tone says a lot; Eric doesn’t need to see his face.
“No, this is about respect.”
“You want Billy to respect you?”
“No, I want you to respect me.”
“E, you’re my best friend, of course I respect you.”
“Bullshit, Vince, you don’t respect me at all.”
Eric can feel the mattress shifting as Vince sits up, but the minute Vince’s hand slips onto his shoulder Eric’s off the bed.
“You want a suit?” Eric says to the dark bedroom, “then you can have a fucking suit. But you can’t have it all, Vince. You can’t have a suit and a friend and somebody’s dick to suck at,” a glance at the nightstand, “three-seventeen in the morning. It doesn’t work like that.”
Eric takes a deep breath before turning around, and even in the darkness he can read Vince like a book. The look on his face is a strange mixture of confusion and suspicion and hurt. “What are you saying, E?”
“I’m saying that you better make up your mind what you want, because you can't have it all,” Eric says crossing the room and grabbing up yesterday’s clothes where he left them. He's got to get out of here. “I’m no suit, I’m your partner; I’m not here to be used. This may be Hollywood, but I'm no one's bitch.”
-end-
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Date: 2004-08-30 12:09 pm (UTC)It's that line. That line, for whatever reason, is so incredibly Eric. Your characters voices are right on all the time, here, but there's something about that particular line.
Also? You write the perfect Turtle.
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Date: 2004-08-31 10:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-30 12:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-31 10:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-30 01:05 pm (UTC)“Whatever, E,” Turtle laughs. “How’re you gonna manage Vince when you can’t even manage not to drunk dial your piece on the side. What’d you do, go to Managers Community College?”
but really i love E here. because there were about 12 things going on in that episode, and only a few of them had to do with the movie.
also, there's something here about how they all keep each other in check -- the constant ribbing, teasing, being guys to the extreme thing -- it's their way of attempting to keep these boundless egos in check. but it does seem like eric's kind of getting the short end of the stick here. i'm all tingly about just that one line about vince asking HIM to move out!
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Date: 2004-08-31 10:56 am (UTC)The entire episode my brain was on fire and I just kept talking to myself, like 'are they really putting this on TV?' 'that's text, that's not subtext!'
i'm all tingly about just that one line about vince asking HIM to move out!
OMG, I must've missed that line when I was too busy shrieking down the house.
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Date: 2004-08-31 11:13 am (UTC)If I'm not mistaken -- I can't check right now -- the clip from the finale was Eric being annoyed (obviously) and saying to Vince something like, "Let's just remember you asked ME to move out of the house." Unless I just heard that and really he said something like "you asked me to LEAVE" and it wasn't about the house. I'm sure somewhere here can confirm.
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Date: 2004-08-31 11:26 am (UTC)But I like your interpretation more, because it screams 'my man was fucking some chick and i couldn't take it anymore so i kicked him out' ANGST!
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Date: 2004-08-31 12:01 pm (UTC)but i like BOTH of them. vince, on the phone, all depressed. "E, c'mon, you'll love it out here. pleeeeease?" or yours, which is fabulously angsty and SO in love.
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Date: 2004-08-30 01:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-08-30 03:18 pm (UTC)This is going to sound wierd but my favorite thing about this was really Drama, because you've written his voice so well here. I also love the allusion to E kind of wanting to have it out with Vince especially because thepreviewsomg!
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Date: 2004-08-31 10:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-30 04:32 pm (UTC)But to comment on something else, mainly your particular mood theme picture. Dude! Boobie! Not work friendly! I nearly spit out my coke!
And then cracked up laughing when I realized who it was. Multi-fandom indeed. :D
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Date: 2004-08-31 11:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-30 05:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-31 11:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-30 06:49 pm (UTC)"But I wanna do this picture,” Vince says for the fiftieth time in five minutes.
SO VINCE OMG. He's a great big spoiled child who doesn't realize how much shit E really does go through for him. Vince got on my nerves big time last night. Because you don't treat your best friend like that, man. It was all very shades of Seth and Ryan with the Oliver thing and I was just cringing for Eric, who I love muchly.
He’s nobody’s fucking suit.
He’s nobody’s Yes Man.
You tell 'em, E!
Hollywood is all about appearances, just look at the mess with Vincent Gallo and Chloe Wassername and Brown Bunny
This is why I fucking love living in L.A., because I actually caught this reference and was very proud of myself. I do remember seeing the billboard and thinking it was a little risque, but at the same time, come on. It's Hollywood. Walk down the alley behind the El Capitan and you can see guys getting, um, actual blowjobs.
“You want Billy to respect you?”
“No, I want you to respect me.”
“E, you’re my best friend, of course I respect you.”
“Bullshit, Vince, you don’t respect me at all.”
Mmmm yes. I've only seen three episodes of this show and it's just SO FUCKING CLEAR, in absolutely everything Vince does. He thinks he's respecting Eric, but he's not. He's being a shit.
The way Billy talked to Eric and the way Vince LET him had me foaming at the mouth. You don't let somebody talk to your best friend like that and just laugh about it later. You let the asshole director know if he wants you, he's getting your boy, too. That shit doesn't fly.
I think the thing they're really leading up to here is that eventually, Vince is gonna have to make a choice between having Eric manage him or keep being his best friend. And that's gonna be fun.
Awesome, awesome job.
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Date: 2004-08-31 11:03 am (UTC)I watched the entire episode with my jaw on the floor. First with Vince's petulence and then the blowjob and then the gay thing and it was all TEXT dammit. Really. Shocked.
Hollywood is all about appearances, just look at the mess with Vincent Gallo and Chloe Wassername and Brown Bunny
This is why I fucking love living in L.A., because I actually caught this reference and was very proud of myself. I do remember seeing the billboard and thinking it was a little risque, but at the same time, come on. It's Hollywood. Walk down the alley behind the El Capitan and you can see guys getting, um, actual blowjobs.
I knew maybe one person was going to get that, but it sure as hell made me laugh when I put it in.
The way Billy talked to Eric and the way Vince LET him had me foaming at the mouth. You don't let somebody talk to your best friend like that and just laugh about it later. You let the asshole director know if he wants you, he's getting your boy, too. That shit doesn't fly.
WORD!
I think the thing they're really leading up to here is that eventually, Vince is gonna have to make a choice between having Eric manage him or keep being his best friend. And that's gonna be fun.
This is why you don't go into business with your friends, seriously.
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Date: 2004-08-30 09:37 pm (UTC)This is the kind of argument that only makes sense to them because Turtle just frowns and Drama looks confused, but then Drama always looked confused, and they're supposed to be past this thing by now.
the vince and eric bits most of all.
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Date: 2004-08-31 11:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-30 10:12 pm (UTC)Ouch. This hurts a bit at the edges, but I guess all of that tension had to go somewhere, yeah?
Oh, wonderful, wonderful job. Plus, Turtle/Drama secondary OTP!
*SWOONS*
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Date: 2004-08-31 11:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-31 01:17 am (UTC)You nailed every character perfectly and I felt so bad for Eric. You where absolutly right about the respect thing and I think that Vince really dosnt know that he isnt REALLY respecting Eric maybe he just wish he would. or whatever lol
I loved this one and I hope you write more moore mooooooorreeee!!! :P
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Date: 2004-08-31 11:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-31 04:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-01 09:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-14 02:41 am (UTC)"“I’m no suit, I’m your partner; I’m not here to be used..." - I am really happy with the partner part for more reasons then one.
Can you post this fic here:
http://community.livejournal.com/vinnyericfic/
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Date: 2007-02-16 09:29 pm (UTC)possibly where Vince apologizes in a Vince-like way and-well, sex?but honestly, i really liked it and will be looking for more of your writing. =)
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Date: 2007-08-06 10:10 am (UTC)Great job! Thanks for sharing :-)
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Date: 2008-06-22 02:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-27 05:12 am (UTC)(And I swear I read Kingdom of the Blaggers like once a month, even though it only has Ari and Lloyd and none of the boys.)