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Being fannishly productive, instead of being productive at work. Oops.
Anyway, I added the last section to that Sam Seaborn fic posted last night. I'm only 100 words over, which is pretty good for me pre-beta. Anyone interested in betaing it?
Also, I posted an SN fic to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
inthetallgrass, Five Pictures That Were Never Taken. (I wanted to use ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
celli's "soulless office" phrase, but couldn't get it to fit. Needless to say, it'll probably crop up in another fic sometime soon. *g*)
Now, I need to work. I'm not going to sit down and write the Attractive/Handsome SN fic that's been floating in my mind all morning. Really.
Anyway, I added the last section to that Sam Seaborn fic posted last night. I'm only 100 words over, which is pretty good for me pre-beta. Anyone interested in betaing it?
Also, I posted an SN fic to
inthetallgrass, Five Pictures That Were Never Taken. (I wanted to use celli's "soulless office" phrase, but couldn't get it to fit. Needless to say, it'll probably crop up in another fic sometime soon. *g*)Now, I need to work. I'm not going to sit down and write the Attractive/Handsome SN fic that's been floating in my mind all morning. Really.
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Expressive faces work well on television. It’s probably why he and Dan are so popular. When they’re on air, their audience can see that they’re excited by the sports they report. It’s easy to tell when they’re saddened by a scandal or amused by a blunder, and the viewers respond well to them. It makes them feel as if they know them, and Dan’s fan mail proves that it makes some of their fan base want to sleep with them.
Of course, expressive faces also make it difficult to hide their feelings. All across the country, people could see how furious he was during Draft Day 2000. They didn’t get to see how sorry Dan was. They didn’t see Dan’s jaw go tense or the sincere heartbreak in his eyes. They just saw Casey’s tight smile.
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Dana approaches him before Tuesday’s show. “Casey?
Casey keeps fiddling with his tie, trying to get the knot straight. “Yeah?”
“Why have you suddenly become a narcissist?”
“What?” Casey frowns at the stubborn material, the knot that refuses to sit right. His lips press together and his forehead scrunches up.
“The makeup girls tell me you can’t stop watching yourself in the mirror.” She bats his hands out of the way, and pulls at the tie as she talks. “And you keep asking everyone if they consider you handsome and attractive.”
“Or,” Casey says, grimacing as Dana pulls a little hard near his neck.
She shakes the blonde hair out of her eyes, and tries to knot the tie again. “What?”
“Handsome or attractive.” He stands very still, looking over Dana’s head, seeing his weary expression in the mirror behind her. “I didn’t claim I was both.”
“Still,” she pauses as she gets the tie right this time. Smoothing it down, she steps back, one brow raised in speculation. “Why the sudden strange behaviour?”
“Considering where we work, I hardly think it’s strange.”
“Why, Casey?” she asks, planting a hand on her hip.
“Just a comment a girl made,” Casey lies. “I just wanted to know if I was handsome or attractive.” Dana harrumphs, and rolls her eyes eloquently. “How would you describe me?”
“An idiot,” she says and leans against the makeup desk. “You know you’re good looking, Casey.” She stands up straight and looks at him firmly. “Stop obsessing over how pretty you are, and go do my show.”
Casey watches her stride away, walking to the control room. As he walks over to the set, he thinks ‘good looking’ probably counts as handsome.
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So far, it's not a bad system.
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Jeremy blinks behind his large glasses. “Walk with you?”
“Walk with me.”
“Why do you want me to walk with you?” Jeremy asks, but he’s still walking alongside Casey. “Where’s Dan?”
“Meditating,” Casey says quickly.
Jeremy stops and looks at him, his eyes widening in disbelief. “Meditating?”
“Well, no,” he admits. “He went downstairs to find a working snack machine.”
“Ah,” Jeremy says, nodding slightly. Casey starts walking again and Jeremy follows. “What do you want?”
“Do you have much sway with the IT guys?” he asks quietly.
“Why?”
He stops walking and pulls Jeremy into an empty corridor. “I want to influence the internet poll.”
One of Jeremy’s eyebrows rises above the thick frames of his glasses. “You want a rematch?”
“No. Different question.” Casey takes a step closer, lowering his voice slightly. “I want to find out which one of us is more attractive.”
“Okay,” Jeremy says slowly, obviously waiting for Casey to make sense. “You want to cheat on this one?”
“No, I don’t cheat,” Casey objects in a hiss, and then remembers enlisting Jeremy’s help on the last poll. “Well, okay, I did, but I want this one to be purely objective.”
Jeremy bites his bottom lip and Casey notices just how wide Jeremy’s mouth is. “You want to prove to Dan that you’re better looking?” he hazards.
“Not better looking. The poll should be on who’s... more attractive.”
“I fail to see the difference,” Jeremy says with a tilt of his head.
“It’s, okay, it’s not who’s more aesthetically pleasing. It’s,” you pause and quiet your voice a little. “It’s attractive. Who’s looks cause more attraction?”
“Ah,” Jeremy nods in understanding. “And you don’t want to cheat?”
Casey sighs. “I don’t want to cheat.”
“You know Dan will win, right?” Jeremy asks, using a finger to push his glasses up.
Casey’s pretty sure he will, but he shrugs and says, “We’ll wait and see.”
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Dan looks up from his laptop and Casey can almost feel his eyes watching him type. “What business are we in?”
“We’re part of a travelling circus,” Casey replies, finishing his sentence about the Knicks.
“A travelling circus?”
Casey looks over at Dan’s bewildered face, at the half-smile that threatening to emerge. “Yep. You and Dana are clowns. I wow the crowds on the flying trapeze.”
Dan pouts, but the corners of his lips are twitch upwards. “Why are we clowns?”
“Because sometime you’re funny and sometimes you’re just scary. The type of thing nightmares are made of,” Casey replies, watching the keyboard as he types.
Dan laughs. “You were frightened of clowns, weren’t you?”
“Still am, Danny. You can’t trust ‘em,” Casey says, looking up for a second and grimacing at the memory of bright coloured faces. “They follow no logic.”
Dan blinks and then says, “Okay, can we rewind to about half an hour ago when you were still sane?”
“Sure,” Casey replies. “But you might want to know that the bearded lady has a crush on you.”
“Why does the...?” Dan closes his mouth mid-sentence, shaking his head.
Grinning, Casey hits save and swivels the desk chair around to face Dan. “She just does, Danny. These things are not to be questioned.”
“Back to my original question,” Dan says, rubbing his hand through his short hair. “What business are we in?”
“We are sports anchors, Dan.” Casey grins and waits for whatever has baffled Dan. “Why do you want to know?”
Dan makes an exaggerated sigh of relief. “Wanted to make sure we hadn’t suddenly become gigolos.”
“Gigolos?” Now Casey’s the one who’s blinking. “Gigolos, Dan?”
Dan changes the subject with a quick wave of his hand. “Guess what this week’s poll is?”
Casey looks up at the ceiling, trying to think about any confrontational games reported last week. “The Rangers strategy last game?”
Dan takes a deep breath, and says in a monotone, “Who would you rather sleep with?”
“Huh?”
“That’s this week’s poll, Casey. Who would you rather sleep with, Casey McCall or Dan Rydell? They are polling our audience’s sexual attraction to us,” Dan says, lifting his arms out wide.
Casey smiles, amused by Dan’s antics. “I thought our main demographic was males aged 19 to 35?”
“Apparently, this week’s poll is aimed at our female viewers.”
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