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hackthis_archiveI cannot talk now, because I have to go sell my soul for this.* I have not coveted an object this much since season one Smallville, when Lex came roaring down the road in that silver Ferrari Modena. Of course everyone wants a Ferrari, but I want one more!
Jamie Bamber! Katee Sackhoff! Tahmoh Penikett!
I have to go lie down. No, that's wrong, I need to go call Ari.Also, I see you all are trying to thwart me on the Kenny Loggins mp3 of This is It, but I still want it and someone will give it to me. Right? If you give it to me I'll write you something, anything, but no Hermione.
Okay, offer closed!
*I hope it goes to a good home where someone will love it and squeeze it and call it George.
Jamie Bamber! Katee Sackhoff! Tahmoh Penikett!
I have to go lie down. No, that's wrong, I need to go call Ari.
Okay, offer closed!
*I hope it goes to a good home where someone will love it and squeeze it and call it George.
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Date: 2005-12-01 11:15 pm (UTC)^What the fuck is that.
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Date: 2005-12-01 11:23 pm (UTC)What's what? The poker game? It's from the BSG series. Do you watch it? It's like the best show ever. It's so good I can't even write for it.
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Date: 2005-12-01 11:28 pm (UTC)I have only watched a few episodes of BSG. I plan to dl more over Xmas break.
And I'd like some Neville fic, please.
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Date: 2005-12-01 11:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-01 11:40 pm (UTC)My roommate would like you to use the words "run" and "purple". She is also keen on "Moose", but you can feel free to disregard her on that one.
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Date: 2005-12-01 11:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-01 11:17 pm (UTC)This Is It (http://s55.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1WQUZIT1RCOV6172L3JMRECPNH)!
Wanna go back and time and give me a little Lindsey? Meeting up with early SV Lex, maybe?
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Date: 2005-12-01 11:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-01 11:42 pm (UTC)And you don't HAVE to put Lex or anyone from SV in there. Hee.
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Date: 2005-12-02 01:36 am (UTC)*joins friends.com*
The City of Angels
Date: 2005-12-01 11:43 pm (UTC)"Luthor!" Lex doesn't even bother to look up when the police officer calls his name. His voice is flat and grating, and it makes Lex's eyeballs itch. He'll have his badge when he's sober anyway.
"Mr Luthor, I was sent to get you out of this – establishment." A pause. "If you'd just care to come with me." Lex looks up this time, there's an accent there, a soft one. Southern. Lex couldn't say from where, if it's not the East Coast or the West Coast or European he doesn't tend to be interested, at least not yet.
Lex's head is heavy on his shoulders, like a bowling ball, but when he does look up, it's all worth the effort. "Aren't you too pretty to be working for my father?" Lex asks saucily. "I thought he didn’t like dick."
The drugs have made Lex a little less candid than normal, and he rolls his eyes the policeman who slides open the barred door.
The pretty man in question just smirks. "I'm not here for your father, I'm here for you," he says handing Lex his business card.
Lex gives it a cursory glance. "Lindsey McDonald."
Lindsey nods. "At your service."
It's Lex's turn to smirk now. "Not yet, but soon, very soon."
Re: The City of Angels
Date: 2005-12-02 01:52 am (UTC)No words.
Except for these: old school high Lex.
*
OK, except I lied. WTF! I couldn't help myself.
*
On Lindsey’s way to the corner office, the loss and recovery of his hand, and a certain questionable relationship with the Savior of the World, he gets the shit jobs. Shit jobs could be filing cease and desist orders on the obviously pregnant ex-girlfriends of B-listers, grueling depositions with Succubi, or having to go to court with a client with an obvious tail. Lindsey always got the spoiled brat cases.
“Mr. Luthor, if you wouldn’t mind restraining yourself from vomiting on the floorboard of my car, that would be sunshine and kittens.” He buckles Lex’s seatbelt for him, having to lean across his sprawled body and twist around because Lex is being far from helpful. The belt clicks together just as Lex reaches up and brushes the backs three of his left fingers across Lindsey’s check, drawing them back and forth slowly. Lex’s pupils are black voids with tiny rims of blue when Lindsey sighs and smiles slow and long.
“I get paid for a lot, Mr. Luthor, but I have stooped to that yet.” Blood, entrails, beheaded chickens and Lilah Morgan Wolfram and Hart can pay Lindsey to cope with, but goddamned if he’s going to sell his ass along with his soul.
Lex’s laughter raises the hair on the backs of his arms and his stomach flip over a little bit. “Sometimes business relationships are the most…fruitful.” Lindsey slams the door and rounds the car. When he climbs in, Lex ads. “I didn’t offer to pay you. You should be more careful what cards you tip towards you opponent.”
Lindsey thinks he passes out then. He glances over. If that’s the Luthor boy’s level of functionality stoned, Lindsey wouldn’t want to see him sober and angry.
Re: The City of Angels
Date: 2005-12-02 04:44 pm (UTC)Re: The City of Angels
Date: 2005-12-02 06:07 pm (UTC)Lex and Lindsey, two great tastes that taste great together. Nicely done, both of you.
Lilah: Someone's going down.
Lindsey: If that's what it takes.
Re: The City of Angels
Date: 2005-12-02 08:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-01 11:21 pm (UTC)*crosses fingers for luck*
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Date: 2005-12-02 01:34 am (UTC)ARI NOW