. ([identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] hackthis_archive 2010-06-02 01:58 am (UTC)

And Ben Sherman. ::nods::

TELL ME ABOUT THIS NEWSLETTER. I WANT TO SUBSCRIBE. Dood. Ben would look at Tim with those eyes, and Tim would be all, "No, I don't need whatever the hell he's hauling around behind him. I CAN SEE HIS BAGGAGE!" And Ben would just go back to his beer, mouth fully around the bottle, and Tim would get this muscle spasm in the side of his neck, because he could do things with that mouth. Life-saving things. And Ben would get up to go outside, check his phone or something and Tim would just glance at his ass. Just a glance. And then he'd look at the bartender, who'd give him this blank look, and he'd be all, whatever he just had, get him another on me. And when Ben came back there'd be a new beer, and he'd look over, with those eyes and you know that flush he gets and Tim would be TOAST. T-o-a-s-t. And he'd love every minute of it. And then the morning after the phones would start ringing and Tim would think it was him, but it'd be Ben and then Ben would put on his uniform and Tim would be like, "Please tell me you are joking and this is some stripper costume." And Ben would narrow his eyes and Tim would be all. "This is funny, the US Marshall and the LAPD."

What?

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