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Anthony Goldstein is cute and kosher. ([info]goldstn) wrote in [info]ultrarpg,
@ 2008-08-15 12:15:00

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Who: Anthony Goldstein and Terry Boot.
When: Thursday evening, after Anthony gets off work.
Where: Terry's flat.
What: Bringing ice cream to the hungover.
Rating: PG, surely.
Status: In Progress.

He'd had a hard time finding some ice cream that met Terry's specifications. So instead of wasting his time looking all over town for his off the wall combination, he simply bought vanilla and then the requested toppings. Not wanting it to melt before he even got there, he walked out the entrance closest to the back of the store, giving the area a look over before apparating into Terry's apartment.

He would've called out to him, but given his being hungover, he might not appreciate the noise. Instead he moved into the kitchen, searching for a bowl and spoons. After finding one big enough, he went to work scooping his friend a bowl before topping the vanilla off with chocolate chips and coloured marshmallows. He stuck a spoon in it for Terry, then grabbed the extra one so that he might could eat his pint of chocolate chip cookie dough with his friend.

Making his way into the hallway, he leant against Terry's bedroom door and knocked softly, ".. Terr, you still awake? Or should I just stick this in the freezer?"

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[info]terrynboot
2008-08-15 02:43 pm UTC (link)
Terry's face was smothered in the pillow when Anthony arrived. He had spent all afternoon amusing, and discovering things, with James. Then he had promptly gotten drunk again and so he had a brand new hangover by the time his friend arrived. Groaning, he literally rolled out of bed, hit the floor, and rolled to the door. He reached up high enough to open the door and stared up at Anthony.

"'Lo. Gimme ice cream or I'll never love you again. Did you get the chocolate and marshmallows?"

He twitched about on the floor and finally managed to stand up, his hand going straight to his head. No more getting drunk. At least not twice in 24 hours.

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[info]goldstn
2008-08-15 03:36 pm UTC (link)
He blinked as the door swung open, and his eyes fell to his friend on the floor-- which was probably where he shouldn't be. He should've stayed in bed; Anthony could've opened the door himself. He let out a soft sigh, blowing his fringe out of his eyes before setting their ice cream down.

"Don't worry, I brought it-- covered in chocolate chips and festive marshmallows, just the way you wanted," he assured him, fondly ruffling his hair as he stood. "No offense meant, but you look like crap." He then pointed to the bed authoritatively, silently commanding that he hop back in.

"Why the sudden drinking binge?" he asked, making his way towards the bed, ice cream in hand. He plopped down on top of the comforter and handed Terry his bowl before taking the lid off his own pint. "Something happen that I'm just not aware of--?"

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[info]terrynboot
2008-08-15 03:43 pm UTC (link)
"Nothing. Nothing at all happened." Terry frowned, slowly, VERY slowly, moving towards his bed. He was tired and his head was pounding. That ice cream was looking so good though.

Once he finally reached the bed he climbed up and smiled at his friend, putting his hands out for the proffered ice cream. "Awww, no chocolate syrup? And vanilla ice cream?" He pouted at Anthony. "You don't love me after all, do you?"

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[info]goldstn
2008-08-15 03:52 pm UTC (link)
"You didn't ask for any, so I didn't think to buy it-- and what's it matter if it's vanilla or not? It's ice cream, isn't it?" he said with a shrug, digging out a piece of cookie dough with his spoon. "If it makes you feel any better, you can have some of mine. But it's vanilla, too. Just with bits of cookie dough in it," he offered.

He didn't quite believe Terry's story of "nothing happened, I just decided to go on a drinking binge for the fun of it", but he kept to himself, as he wasn't one to pry. "It's probably a good thing that you pledged sobriety for the upcoming party, though I wouldn't want you to feel obligated," he said, picking off one of Terry's marshmallows for himself.

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[info]terrynboot
2008-08-15 03:59 pm UTC (link)
Oh bugger. The party. He had completely forgotten about THAT. Terry groaned and immediately shoveled a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. So during the party he was NOT to drink and somehow manage to balance watching Susan, keeping Noel company, and make sure Lucy didn't kill Noel. "I'm going to need to be sober for that party."

Relaxing back on his bed, he happily pulled his stuffed Spongebob toy to his chest. "So... How are things with you, Anthony?"

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[info]goldstn
2008-08-15 04:16 pm UTC (link)
Anthony put his hand on the bowl as Terry moved to lie down on his back, not wanting it to topple over and make a mess all over his comforter. "Save yourself the headache. Susan and I were up last night destroying the kitchen in a baking frenzy. Get sick off the sugar, not the alcohol," he offered, flashing his friend a half-smile as he licked the vanilla off his spoon.

"... Complicated, to say the least. But getting out helps to keep a clear conscience," he said, not quite willing to unburden himself onto his friend. After all, Terry probably had his own worries.

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[info]terrynboot
2008-08-15 04:19 pm UTC (link)
Terry had this wonderful problem of latching onto something as soon as he heard it and not giving it up. "Susan and you?" He grinned, sitting up and grabbing his ice cream again. He shoveled another spoonful in his mouth and suffered a brain freeze before talking.

"So... Susan and you?" He grinned a dimpled smile. "Come on. Give me something to think about besides my own drama. Pleeeeeeease? I'll love you forever!"

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[info]goldstn
2008-08-15 04:31 pm UTC (link)
He wasn't quite sure what had Terry grinning like that, but the implication rather unnerved him. Just slightly. ".. Well, there's not much to say, really. I went over after we closed for the night, then helped her make a cake for the party. Innocent baking fun," he reassured him, shaking his head lightly.

"Besides, you know I'm not interested in dating any girls right now."

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[info]terrynboot
2008-08-15 04:35 pm UTC (link)
"Awwww. There went the hope of her getting together with somebody nice. Damn." Susan deserved somebody great. Well, that and the fact that somebody else could watch her at the party.

"Actually, I didn't know that." Terry tilted his head, now thoroughly confused. He had a feeling he was missing something. Something important. "Come on, tell me what's wrong. What's going on. Pleeeeeeeeease? I need to stop thinking about ways I've buggered up today!"

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[info]goldstn
2008-08-15 04:46 pm UTC (link)
"I don't have the time to date right now-- not with a full-time job and my course load at the university," he said a bit too quickly, not wanting Terry to assume anything else. It was a lie, yes, but that was his own issue, something he planned to work past and get over.

"Everything's fine. I just have a lot on my mind lately, and I'm starting to understand why mum wanted me to take a year or two off from school instead of immediately going back to pursue a master's. It really drains you," he said, his eyes focused on his ice cream.

"... Then something really is bothering you." He'd caught Terry's little Freudian slip.

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[info]terrynboot
2008-08-15 04:52 pm UTC (link)
"So finish this semester and take some time off. You're smart, but you need to get a life, mate. I mean... I know your mum is trying to play matchmaker or whatever, but you need to have some FUN. I know, why don't I take you out sometime? We can go pick up girls or something? And don't even talk to me about not having time for girls."

Terry did NOT want to talk about how he screwed up. Not happening. Ever. He just started shoveling the ice cream in again.

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[info]goldstn
2008-08-15 05:06 pm UTC (link)
"I want to, but I'm afraid the 'time off' might turn into something permanent. That I'll get too complacent with where I am, and just not even bother with going back. And I'd probably lose my scholarship as well," he noted.

"I do have fun-- I love my job, and going to temple, and we just hired a new technician last week.. He's nice. A bit forward, persistent too. But nice. I don't need to pick up girls to have fun. I'm not really interested anyway, remember?"

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[info]terrynboot
2008-08-15 05:10 pm UTC (link)
"Anthony, tell me right now. Why are you not interested? Come on. I'm your best bloody friend. Teeeeeell meeee!" He grinned, starting to get annoying now that he had enough sugar in his system. Terry could not imagine not being interested in women. Or men.

"Maybe we can go check out guys then?" It was worth a try.

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[info]goldstn
2008-08-15 05:21 pm UTC (link)
"I'm just-- I'm just not, all right? And even if I was, it usually doesn't work out because A) I work too much, B) And when I'm home, I'm usually holed up in my room with a book, and C) My mum would rather me hit it off with a girl from temple she can pair me off with. Well-to-do, Jewish, educated.." he said, trailing off, though his eyes widened just slightly at Terry's alternative suggestion.

"Why do I have to check anyone out--? That's what I do for regular patrons all day," he said, though that obviously wasn't what Terry had meant. He huffed, setting his pint of ice cream on the floor before collapsing onto his back, stealing a pillow to cover his face with it.

"Besides," he said, his voice muffled, "that's against Jewish law."

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[info]terrynboot
2008-08-15 05:30 pm UTC (link)
"Listen, I'm not big on religion. ANY religion. But don't you think it's not right to let some law dictate who you can and can not be with? If you're attracted to somebody then you should be allowed to be with them no matter what. Fuck Jewish law." Terry looked around, making sure Mrs. Goldstein was not going to be breaking through any walls and killing him for that.

"You need to stop letting your religion rule your life. Your mother too."

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[info]goldstn
2008-08-15 05:47 pm UTC (link)
He sat up suddenly at that, the pillow falling into his lap as he stared over at his friend, his eyes narrowed-- he'd clearly taken offense to that, whether it was Terry's intention or not. "My faith doesn't dictate my life or relationships, it simply sets guidelines-- and while I'd never force you to accept something your heart isn't into, I do wish you'd at least tolerate it, instead of throwing it back in my face like that."

He sighed, running his fingers through his fringe, then drew his knees up against his chest. "Judaism isn't that simple, anyway-- it recognizes homosexuality as natural and instinctive, like heterosexuality. It doesn't condemn the urges or feelings, not if you don't act upon them."

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[info]terrynboot
2008-08-15 05:52 pm UTC (link)
"What?" Terry blinked, totally confused. "I do tolerate it, but you're making it sound like you can't do anything just because your Jewish. You're the one actually like it's some kind of woe to bear or whatever. So before you start snapping at me maybe you should just back off."

Great. Today was apparently a day for fighting. Terry frowned, burying himself in his ice cream. "So what's the real problem?"

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[info]goldstn
2008-08-15 06:06 pm UTC (link)
"I wasn't trying to snap at you, I just meant that I wish you could show a little more respect for my personal faith. Instead of deeming it oppressively dogmatic, you know? Admittedly, I have doubts, and I don't always agree with what it considers right and wrong, but it's still an important part of my life."

Rolling over onto his stomach, he buried his face against the comforter, refusing to answer his question. "I'm sorry. I didn't come over here to fight with you or debate over spirituality."

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[info]terrynboot
2008-08-15 06:12 pm UTC (link)
"Anthony. I'm really not in the mood to argue about faith or any of that shite. I have been drunk twice in 24 hours and called a whore by the bloke I like. I'm REALLY not wanting to fight with you. So either tell me what your problem in life is or you know where the door is."

Terry was not a happy Terry anymore. He was too hungover and too annoyed to be pleasant.

"Thank you for the ice cream."

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[info]goldstn
2008-08-15 06:54 pm UTC (link)
".. And self-pity's going to suddenly make everything better, right? The more you drink and take out your problems on me, the more affection you'll garner from him? Is that how you see it? I didn't come over here to fight with you, Terry. And to be quite honest, I don't really consider myself as the one who started the argument in the first place."

He sat up then and silently stood, making his way to the door. "Try sorting your shit out before before we meet up at Susan and Zacharias's. I would've been there to listen to you, but I'm not sticking around for this-- I don't deserve it."

He stepped out of the room and apparated, the ice cream forgotten.

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[info]terrynboot
2008-08-15 07:02 pm UTC (link)
Right. He didn't deserve that. Neither of them did. However, Anthony DID need to stop putting everything on the Jew Excuse and he had no intention of apologising for that. Hopefully Anthony would pull the stick out of his arse before the party. If not, then the no drinking thing would be null and void.

"Sod it all, going back to bed."

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