Dana/Lisa Wip
Mar. 16th, 2004 02:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
out_thereMan, I spent my lunch break well. *rolls eyes at self*
***
"I think he's in love with you," Lisa says, staring at the ceiling in contemplation.
You look over, and you're still vaguely surprised that it's short. It's cut in a straight bob, strawberry blonde strands brushing her bare shoulders when she turns to look at you. It's stylish and mature, the type of haircut that makes you think of smart suits, businesswomen, and oddly enough, Lois Lane. You miss her curls. "What?"
"I think he's in love with you," she repeats with soft eyes and you shake your head. Your long earrings bounce lightly against the side of your neck, and you remember why you like small studs.
"Jerry isn't serious." He's a nice guy, sweet and successful, but not exactly charming. So far, it's been a couple of casual dates, and you're already wondering when he'll stop calling.
She looks down at her hands, and you notice that her nails are even shorter than in college. "Not Jerry. Casey."
"He's your husband," you remind her.
"That doesn't mean anything."
"He's married to you. You're his wife." It seems so logical, so obvious to you. "Of course he loves you."
"He loves Charlie. He loves being a father. He loves being someone's husband. I just don't think he loves me." Her eyes are wide and soft, and she blinks as she looks at you. "He's definitely not in love with me."
"He's not in love with me," you parrot back and she smiles. Her smiles used to light up her face, now they just haunt it.
"I think he is. He just doesn't want to admit it." She looks over at the wine glasses, and you don't know what to say.
You think that this might have been a bad idea. Dan had blown into town for the weekend, so Casey had celebrated by going out drinking, "a boys' night out". Lisa had suggested a girls' night in, movies, girl-talk and drinks, just like college. She chose the movies and organised snacks, and you brought the bottles of wine, but the comeraderie isn't here. The years between college and L.A. have changed both of you too much for this to be comfortable. It's only a couple of years, and suddenly Lisa isn't the aspiring lawyer she once was. She's a housewife with a toddler wandering around, a successful husband and an cosy baby-proofed house. You've got your masters, and your associate producer position, and your career is falling into place while your lovelife only falls apart.
She breaks the silence, placing her wine glass back on the table. "I'm sorry. I think I've had too much to drink."
"Or not enough," you say, because that used to be a familiar joke. The pair of you weren't drunk enough unless you were blaring KC and the Sunshine Band and dancing wildly around the room. You reach over for the bottle of white wine but she places her hand over the glass.
"I should stop. Casey will be hung over tomorrow. We don't need both of us wincing when Charlie wakes up."
You nod, but this is unfamiliar territory. You don't have to worry about looking after a child the next day, you can just drag yourself to bed and spend the next day with the blinds closed. "You need a nanny."
Lisa nods. "As soon as we can afford one. It would be nice to be able to moan and groan together."
You snicker at the phrasing, because your sense of humour tends to regress when you're drunk, and she stares at you. Then, she starts to snigger too, giggling to herself and then shaking with laughter. She's laughing too hard to sit up straight, and slides sideways against your shoulder. "You're impossible, Dana."
Her laughter is infectious. "No, I'm improbable. Big difference."
***
Okay, the rest of the fic is playing out in the back of my mind and it involves Dana and Lisa making out. Of course, I also have a metaphorical Dan back there, glowering at me with his arms crossed and saying that I shouldn't be doing this to Casey. (My Casey muse is missing altogether.)
See? This is what happens when Casey isn't around to defend himself. The girls get to have some fun. *g*
***
"I think he's in love with you," Lisa says, staring at the ceiling in contemplation.
You look over, and you're still vaguely surprised that it's short. It's cut in a straight bob, strawberry blonde strands brushing her bare shoulders when she turns to look at you. It's stylish and mature, the type of haircut that makes you think of smart suits, businesswomen, and oddly enough, Lois Lane. You miss her curls. "What?"
"I think he's in love with you," she repeats with soft eyes and you shake your head. Your long earrings bounce lightly against the side of your neck, and you remember why you like small studs.
"Jerry isn't serious." He's a nice guy, sweet and successful, but not exactly charming. So far, it's been a couple of casual dates, and you're already wondering when he'll stop calling.
She looks down at her hands, and you notice that her nails are even shorter than in college. "Not Jerry. Casey."
"He's your husband," you remind her.
"That doesn't mean anything."
"He's married to you. You're his wife." It seems so logical, so obvious to you. "Of course he loves you."
"He loves Charlie. He loves being a father. He loves being someone's husband. I just don't think he loves me." Her eyes are wide and soft, and she blinks as she looks at you. "He's definitely not in love with me."
"He's not in love with me," you parrot back and she smiles. Her smiles used to light up her face, now they just haunt it.
"I think he is. He just doesn't want to admit it." She looks over at the wine glasses, and you don't know what to say.
You think that this might have been a bad idea. Dan had blown into town for the weekend, so Casey had celebrated by going out drinking, "a boys' night out". Lisa had suggested a girls' night in, movies, girl-talk and drinks, just like college. She chose the movies and organised snacks, and you brought the bottles of wine, but the comeraderie isn't here. The years between college and L.A. have changed both of you too much for this to be comfortable. It's only a couple of years, and suddenly Lisa isn't the aspiring lawyer she once was. She's a housewife with a toddler wandering around, a successful husband and an cosy baby-proofed house. You've got your masters, and your associate producer position, and your career is falling into place while your lovelife only falls apart.
She breaks the silence, placing her wine glass back on the table. "I'm sorry. I think I've had too much to drink."
"Or not enough," you say, because that used to be a familiar joke. The pair of you weren't drunk enough unless you were blaring KC and the Sunshine Band and dancing wildly around the room. You reach over for the bottle of white wine but she places her hand over the glass.
"I should stop. Casey will be hung over tomorrow. We don't need both of us wincing when Charlie wakes up."
You nod, but this is unfamiliar territory. You don't have to worry about looking after a child the next day, you can just drag yourself to bed and spend the next day with the blinds closed. "You need a nanny."
Lisa nods. "As soon as we can afford one. It would be nice to be able to moan and groan together."
You snicker at the phrasing, because your sense of humour tends to regress when you're drunk, and she stares at you. Then, she starts to snigger too, giggling to herself and then shaking with laughter. She's laughing too hard to sit up straight, and slides sideways against your shoulder. "You're impossible, Dana."
Her laughter is infectious. "No, I'm improbable. Big difference."
***
Okay, the rest of the fic is playing out in the back of my mind and it involves Dana and Lisa making out. Of course, I also have a metaphorical Dan back there, glowering at me with his arms crossed and saying that I shouldn't be doing this to Casey. (My Casey muse is missing altogether.)
See? This is what happens when Casey isn't around to defend himself. The girls get to have some fun. *g*
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Date: 2004-03-15 07:35 pm (UTC)Dana, Lisa, continue. I'll keep Danny busy. *g*
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Date: 2004-03-15 07:37 pm (UTC)