I can't believe I'm coming down sick.
Mar. 5th, 2004 04:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
out_thereTo quote Dan, "This bites!"
I'm headachey, I feel hot, I'm tired and I'm cranky. And in case I didn't mention it, my head is *pounding*. This sucks!
I'm cranky, and I hate the world, because I'm coming down sick on the Friday before a long weekend. This bites.
Not only is it a long weekend, it's a fannish weekend. I was planning to spend Saturday indulging in slasher company, SN, pizza and alcohol. And Laylee even offered to bring pie.
This totally bites.
I don't know what to do. I *should* spend the next three days in bed, do my uni reading and get better, but then I miss out on the aforementioned SN fun. Alternatively, I could be totally rude and inconsiderate, and take Cold&Flu tablets and show up secretly sick.
I'm trying to work out if my love of SN outweighs my social conscience.
And, even though I'm sick, I got a *tiny* bit of the homophobic fic done, but saving it to disk is far too hard. Hence, I'll stick it here.
***
A few days later, they hadn’t brought it up again, but Casey had to ask. “Do you still sleep with guys?”
“Do I still…?” Dan parroted, looking at Casey I surprise. “You know, this is still none of your business, Casey.”
Casey crossed his arms, and leaned back against their table. “It is my business.”
“How?”
“It’s our show. Calvin might not be Luther Sachs, but this is still something that could kill our ratings pretty quickly.”
Dan grinned. “It could bring us a whole new audience.”
“I’m serious, Dan.”
“Yeah, I know. But it’s still none of your business.”
Casey huffed in impatience. “Do you still do it?”
“No,” Dan said, and Casey felt relieved, until Dan added, “And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”
“Why not?”
Dan looked at him and pronounced each word carefully. “None of your business.”
“You tell me about the women you date. I tell you about my dates. Why is this not my business?”
“Because it would change the way you behave, Casey.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’d suddenly become self-conscious about comments. The next time you called me a woman, you’d stop yourself and wonder. You’d start to keep an eye on me in interviews, and start editing my script, to make sure that I didn’t come across as vaguely gay.”
“Well, probably…” Casey acknowledged.
“I’m not going to live like that, Casey. I don’t make it obvious. You never realised. I don’t need you watching over me all the time. Not to mention, you’re not a great liar, Casey.” Dan shrugged.
“So?” Casey asked, confused.
“So, someone would say something, and your reaction would show. That, in and of itself, would be enough to start rumours.”
Casey deflated at that comment. After a pause, he said softly, “You could trust me with this, you know.”
Dan smiled gently. “I really couldn’t. I need to check the tape,” Dan said and walked to the door.
“Okay.” Casey shrugged. “I just… wanted to know.”
Dan stopped with his hand on their door handle, and turned back to face Casey. “I don’t, okay? I’m in sports journalism. I’m not stupid. I know the consequences of this, Casey.”
“Good,” Casey said as Dan walked out. “I just wanted to know.”
***
Dan was using the laptop, the keys making a soft sound as he typed. He was sitting at the table, writing in starts and stops, the way he always did. It was such a familiar scene, familiar sight and familiar sound, that Casey normally didn't even notice it. Today, he was wondering how it could feel so familiar. How it could reassure him that Danny was still Danny, even if Danny was suddenly... not quite who he thought Danny was.
He must have been staring, because Dan looked up at him pointedly. "What?"
"Do you miss it?" Casey blurted out.
Dan blinked at him. "Do I miss what?"
"Umm..." Casey said, stalling. "Working on the computer? You seem to use the laptop all the time."
Dan shrugged. "Not really. I like the keyboard."
"It's too small."
"The keys feel better. Softer. More... bounce."
Casey grinned. "Bounce?"
"I'm making writing a tactile experience," Dan said, and then turned back to his page. Casey laughed and turned back to the PC, complete with its larger, harder and louder keys.
***
"Catherine Zeta Jones," Dan said, leaning back on the bar stool. Dana and Natalie were discussing something at the table behind them, and somehow the topic of celebrities had come up.
Casey shook his head and reached for his beer. "Nope."
"You wouldn't sleep with Catherine Zeta Jones?"
"Isn't that hyphenised? Zeta-Jones?"
Dan shot him a sharp look. "I don't think you're right, but I doubt you could tell if I was saying it with or without a hyphen." Casey shrugged and swallowed. "But, my question remains. You wouldn't sleep with Catherine Zeta-Jones?"
"I don't have good luck with brunettes."
"I've never seen you date a brunette," Dan leaned back on the barstool, and it looked like Dan's will was the only thing stopping gravity and intoxication from dragging him to the floor. "How could you know you don't have good luck with them?"
"My first kiss was with a brunette."
Dan snorted. "And from one bad adolescent kiss you will blame all brunettes?"
"I just prefer blondes," Casey said, thinking of Dana, Pixley and Sally. He thought about Lisa, and decided that strawberry blonde was still more blonde than red.
Danny started humming something under his breath, and then shook his head. "I can't believe one kiss could be that bad."
"Spin the bottle. She bit my tongue. It was bad." Danny snickered and Casey glared at him. "What about your first kiss?"
"Mine?" Dan blinked, and a wistful smile appeared on his face. "My first kiss was with a redhead. Cathy. It was... fun."
"Yeah?"
"Aha." Dan looked far too smug. "You know that 'seven minutes in heaven' game? Sometimes it really is seven minutes in heaven."
Casey rolled his eyes. "I wasn't so keen on party games."
"You were spending your time wearing leotards and doing the splits," Dan shot back with a grin.
"What about the first time you...?" Casey started and then trailed off as he realised what he was about to ask. He really didn't think he was quite drunk enough for that.
"First time I slept with a girl? I was fifteen, she was a brunette, and it was... not bad. Could have been better, I'm sure, but..." Dan shrugged. "I still enjoyed it. What about you?"
Casey nodded, even thought that wasn't what he was going to ask about. "Senior year, blonde, drunk and half-forgotten."
Dan nodded ruefully. "I had a lot of those in senior year too." Casey had the urge to ask if that had been with guys or girls, but swallowed another mouthful of beer instead. It tasted flat against his tongue.
***
(I think I'll go to bed earlyish, and spend the morning in bed, and see if just rest can kick this thing to the curb.)
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laylee's sick too. In that case, I'm definitely coming. I'm following Casey's example and playing through the pain (or, partying through the pain, as the case may be).
I'm headachey, I feel hot, I'm tired and I'm cranky. And in case I didn't mention it, my head is *pounding*. This sucks!
I'm cranky, and I hate the world, because I'm coming down sick on the Friday before a long weekend. This bites.
Not only is it a long weekend, it's a fannish weekend. I was planning to spend Saturday indulging in slasher company, SN, pizza and alcohol. And Laylee even offered to bring pie.
This totally bites.
I don't know what to do. I *should* spend the next three days in bed, do my uni reading and get better, but then I miss out on the aforementioned SN fun. Alternatively, I could be totally rude and inconsiderate, and take Cold&Flu tablets and show up secretly sick.
I'm trying to work out if my love of SN outweighs my social conscience.
And, even though I'm sick, I got a *tiny* bit of the homophobic fic done, but saving it to disk is far too hard. Hence, I'll stick it here.
***
A few days later, they hadn’t brought it up again, but Casey had to ask. “Do you still sleep with guys?”
“Do I still…?” Dan parroted, looking at Casey I surprise. “You know, this is still none of your business, Casey.”
Casey crossed his arms, and leaned back against their table. “It is my business.”
“How?”
“It’s our show. Calvin might not be Luther Sachs, but this is still something that could kill our ratings pretty quickly.”
Dan grinned. “It could bring us a whole new audience.”
“I’m serious, Dan.”
“Yeah, I know. But it’s still none of your business.”
Casey huffed in impatience. “Do you still do it?”
“No,” Dan said, and Casey felt relieved, until Dan added, “And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”
“Why not?”
Dan looked at him and pronounced each word carefully. “None of your business.”
“You tell me about the women you date. I tell you about my dates. Why is this not my business?”
“Because it would change the way you behave, Casey.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’d suddenly become self-conscious about comments. The next time you called me a woman, you’d stop yourself and wonder. You’d start to keep an eye on me in interviews, and start editing my script, to make sure that I didn’t come across as vaguely gay.”
“Well, probably…” Casey acknowledged.
“I’m not going to live like that, Casey. I don’t make it obvious. You never realised. I don’t need you watching over me all the time. Not to mention, you’re not a great liar, Casey.” Dan shrugged.
“So?” Casey asked, confused.
“So, someone would say something, and your reaction would show. That, in and of itself, would be enough to start rumours.”
Casey deflated at that comment. After a pause, he said softly, “You could trust me with this, you know.”
Dan smiled gently. “I really couldn’t. I need to check the tape,” Dan said and walked to the door.
“Okay.” Casey shrugged. “I just… wanted to know.”
Dan stopped with his hand on their door handle, and turned back to face Casey. “I don’t, okay? I’m in sports journalism. I’m not stupid. I know the consequences of this, Casey.”
“Good,” Casey said as Dan walked out. “I just wanted to know.”
***
Dan was using the laptop, the keys making a soft sound as he typed. He was sitting at the table, writing in starts and stops, the way he always did. It was such a familiar scene, familiar sight and familiar sound, that Casey normally didn't even notice it. Today, he was wondering how it could feel so familiar. How it could reassure him that Danny was still Danny, even if Danny was suddenly... not quite who he thought Danny was.
He must have been staring, because Dan looked up at him pointedly. "What?"
"Do you miss it?" Casey blurted out.
Dan blinked at him. "Do I miss what?"
"Umm..." Casey said, stalling. "Working on the computer? You seem to use the laptop all the time."
Dan shrugged. "Not really. I like the keyboard."
"It's too small."
"The keys feel better. Softer. More... bounce."
Casey grinned. "Bounce?"
"I'm making writing a tactile experience," Dan said, and then turned back to his page. Casey laughed and turned back to the PC, complete with its larger, harder and louder keys.
***
"Catherine Zeta Jones," Dan said, leaning back on the bar stool. Dana and Natalie were discussing something at the table behind them, and somehow the topic of celebrities had come up.
Casey shook his head and reached for his beer. "Nope."
"You wouldn't sleep with Catherine Zeta Jones?"
"Isn't that hyphenised? Zeta-Jones?"
Dan shot him a sharp look. "I don't think you're right, but I doubt you could tell if I was saying it with or without a hyphen." Casey shrugged and swallowed. "But, my question remains. You wouldn't sleep with Catherine Zeta-Jones?"
"I don't have good luck with brunettes."
"I've never seen you date a brunette," Dan leaned back on the barstool, and it looked like Dan's will was the only thing stopping gravity and intoxication from dragging him to the floor. "How could you know you don't have good luck with them?"
"My first kiss was with a brunette."
Dan snorted. "And from one bad adolescent kiss you will blame all brunettes?"
"I just prefer blondes," Casey said, thinking of Dana, Pixley and Sally. He thought about Lisa, and decided that strawberry blonde was still more blonde than red.
Danny started humming something under his breath, and then shook his head. "I can't believe one kiss could be that bad."
"Spin the bottle. She bit my tongue. It was bad." Danny snickered and Casey glared at him. "What about your first kiss?"
"Mine?" Dan blinked, and a wistful smile appeared on his face. "My first kiss was with a redhead. Cathy. It was... fun."
"Yeah?"
"Aha." Dan looked far too smug. "You know that 'seven minutes in heaven' game? Sometimes it really is seven minutes in heaven."
Casey rolled his eyes. "I wasn't so keen on party games."
"You were spending your time wearing leotards and doing the splits," Dan shot back with a grin.
"What about the first time you...?" Casey started and then trailed off as he realised what he was about to ask. He really didn't think he was quite drunk enough for that.
"First time I slept with a girl? I was fifteen, she was a brunette, and it was... not bad. Could have been better, I'm sure, but..." Dan shrugged. "I still enjoyed it. What about you?"
Casey nodded, even thought that wasn't what he was going to ask about. "Senior year, blonde, drunk and half-forgotten."
Dan nodded ruefully. "I had a lot of those in senior year too." Casey had the urge to ask if that had been with guys or girls, but swallowed another mouthful of beer instead. It tasted flat against his tongue.
***
(I think I'll go to bed earlyish, and spend the morning in bed, and see if just rest can kick this thing to the curb.)
ETA:
laylee's sick too. In that case, I'm definitely coming. I'm following Casey's example and playing through the pain (or, partying through the pain, as the case may be).
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Date: 2004-03-05 02:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-05 02:58 am (UTC)I bought Blue Caueourlaarjraljl;ajr;jk (that's probably not how you spell it *g*), and I bought Blue Sprite, so I need to come and drink giant blue things in company.
Is it wrong that I'm amused that my painkillers are blue as well?
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Date: 2004-03-05 03:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-05 03:09 am (UTC)Although, I don't think the Ibuprofin has any don't mix with alcohol warnings. I'm fairly certain I checked the packets before I bought them. *g*