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Title: Hypothetical
Author:
misura
Rating: PG-13 for language
Warnings: None.
Summary: Things to talk about when the copy-machine's broken.
A/N: A drabblet.
"If I were a man, I'd totally fuck you," Amanda said - she was a little tipsy, so Marc knew that at least part of that sentence was the alcohol talking, but the sentiment was still one he felt deserved a hug.
"Darling, if you were, I'd ... I think I'd want to run off with you to get married somewhere - Vegas, perhaps? They marry everyone in Vegas, don't they? Britney Spears and her little lapdog, no reason why they wouldn't marry two hot-looking guys either." Marc allowed the fantasy to play itself out in his imagination. "We could invite all kind of famous people to our wedding-party and force them to play strip-poker with us."
"Brad Pitt."
Marc scoffed. "Too old. Think ... younger. Jared Leto'd be nice."
"And he's got a band."
Marc wasn't sure what that had to do with anything, but politely refrained from saying so. Instead, he took another swig of the bottle of wine they'd gotten from sone company or another - cheap swill, of course, although it was beginning to taste better and better the more he'd drunk of it.
"You know, I think I'd be jealous," Amanda said, reaching for the bottle.
Marc handed it over after another sip. "Of Jared Leto?"
"No-o-o." Amande rolled her eyes at him. "Of you wanting to play strip-poker on our wedding-night with other people. Aren't you supposed to be passionately in love with nobody but me?"
"They'd be famous people," Marc pointed out reasonably.
Amanda pouted. If Marc's last boyfriend had been able to pout like that, Marc'd never have dumped him - well, not before someone better had come along, at any rate. He sighed.
"Sweetheart," he said, "let's not argue. Let's just say it'd be amazing. We would be amazing."
Once they'd found another bottle, they drank to that.
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Rating: PG-13 for language
Warnings: None.
Summary: Things to talk about when the copy-machine's broken.
A/N: A drabblet.
"If I were a man, I'd totally fuck you," Amanda said - she was a little tipsy, so Marc knew that at least part of that sentence was the alcohol talking, but the sentiment was still one he felt deserved a hug.
"Darling, if you were, I'd ... I think I'd want to run off with you to get married somewhere - Vegas, perhaps? They marry everyone in Vegas, don't they? Britney Spears and her little lapdog, no reason why they wouldn't marry two hot-looking guys either." Marc allowed the fantasy to play itself out in his imagination. "We could invite all kind of famous people to our wedding-party and force them to play strip-poker with us."
"Brad Pitt."
Marc scoffed. "Too old. Think ... younger. Jared Leto'd be nice."
"And he's got a band."
Marc wasn't sure what that had to do with anything, but politely refrained from saying so. Instead, he took another swig of the bottle of wine they'd gotten from sone company or another - cheap swill, of course, although it was beginning to taste better and better the more he'd drunk of it.
"You know, I think I'd be jealous," Amanda said, reaching for the bottle.
Marc handed it over after another sip. "Of Jared Leto?"
"No-o-o." Amande rolled her eyes at him. "Of you wanting to play strip-poker on our wedding-night with other people. Aren't you supposed to be passionately in love with nobody but me?"
"They'd be famous people," Marc pointed out reasonably.
Amanda pouted. If Marc's last boyfriend had been able to pout like that, Marc'd never have dumped him - well, not before someone better had come along, at any rate. He sighed.
"Sweetheart," he said, "let's not argue. Let's just say it'd be amazing. We would be amazing."
Once they'd found another bottle, they drank to that.
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Date: 2008-06-09 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-10 03:18 pm (UTC)Personally, I have this tiniest, teensiest bit of a soft spot for Daniel-Betty, even though they're unlikely to ever go beyond the 'kind of friends, except that he's her boss and she's his administrative professional'-stage.