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Tweak says, "I don't need more shoes!"

Geoffrey Tennant (unhingedrapier) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-09-11 15:06:00

Entry tags:

ellen fanshaw, geoffrey tennant

Caught Up
Who: Geoffrey Tennant, Ellen Fanshaw and the agent of the gay retired model Geoffrey replaced
What: Someone didn't get the memo their client's gone.
Where: At Geoffrey's home in Luton, England
When: This morning
Warnings: Language, probably.

Geoffrey's in an obscenely good mood.

Those don't happen very often. And even less rarely do they happen in the morning hours. It probably doesn't hurt that he's gotten laid with startling frequency this last week or so, along the prospect of starting his own theatre up again without the irritating corporate involvement that the New Burbage festival so readily courted. No whiny executive complaining about the cost of installing a thrust. No ridiculous numbers of boxes of notes written by Oliver on a play he's never really liked all that much.

And oh, most importantly, no Oliver.

One could almost say he's approaching normalcy, as he pads around the ridiculously large kitchen in his bare feet, boxers and a pale green t-shirt this morning, his unruly dark hair the only potential giveaway to his sometimes unstable personality, carting around a mug of coffee while he seeks something for breakfast that he can make without potentially burning the house down.

It'll probably be toast. Again.

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	dame_ellen 2009-09-11 07:29 pm UTC (link)
	Ellen drifts into the kitchen, wearing once more the silk dressing gown she appropriated shortly after her arrival. "You," she says as she glides to the table, "are disgustingly cheerful this morning. Whatever you're drinking, make me a double." She sits down, resting her head in her hands. "Or a triple." (Reply to this) (Thread)

	unhingedrapier 2009-09-11 07:39 pm UTC (link)
	Geoffrey grins obnoxiously at her. "They don't make buckets that large," he replies, drifting back across the kitchen to pluck a mug from the stainless steel tree that sits on the counter. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dame_ellen 2009-09-11 07:42 pm UTC (link)
	"Then pour it into the sink. I'll stick in my head like a horse to trough." She rubs at her eyes. "God. There need to be more trees in front of the windows here. Something to block the sun. Which, I might add, is being almost as annoying as you." Despite her carping, her gaze follows him around the kitchen, and is somewhat softer than her tone. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	unhingedrapier 2009-09-11 07:56 pm UTC (link)
	Coffee arrives in front of her in short order, and he leans in to kiss her cheek in a brief, fly-by gesture before he reaches over and yanks on the cord for the blinds. "There. Problem solved," he says cheerily, before bulldozing his way back towards the kitchen to embark on his daily combat with the toaster, which, he's convinced, has something against him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dame_ellen
2009-09-11 07:59 pm UTC (link)

"Coffee. Mmm." Ellen breathes deeply of the steam rising from the cup before she picks it up to take that first drink. "I take back what I said about you being annoying."

Another long draught. "I'll need breakfast before I take back anything else. And God, I'd kill for a fag. Maybe I need one of those rubber bands to smack on my wrist. Does that actually work or is it just a load of shit perpetuated by the rubber band companies?"

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	unhingedrapier 2009-09-11 08:12 pm UTC (link)
	Geoffrey inserts four slices of bread into the infernal contraption, and gives it a suspicious look before jamming the lever down. A few seconds pass, and it appears to be cooperating; so he turns back to her, a faintly baffled expression crossing his face. "Are you always going to be this cranky in the morning, or is just the post-elopement hangover?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dame_ellen 2009-09-11 08:15 pm UTC (link)
	She raises her coffee mug a third time, then rises to cross the kitchen, the robe parting with a flutter of silk to display her legs as she joins him at the counter. "This isn't cranky," she asserts, slipping an arm about his waist. "This is simply a reasonable reaction to waking at an unreasonable hour." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	unhingedrapier 2009-09-11 08:18 pm UTC (link)
	"It's not unreasonable," he scoffs, duplicating her emphasis. "It's a glorious day out there, and we should enjoy it." The toaster belches, popping up four slices of toast that haven't even begun to brown yet. Geoffrey's head snaps around to glare at it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dame_ellen 2009-09-11 08:24 pm UTC (link)
	"Will we enjoy it by going out for breakfast?" she asks, peering at the toaster. "I think that thing is broken. It's probably got one of those stupid computer ... things in it. Not like the old toasters. Those just worked. Without any computer things." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dame_ellen 2009-09-12 06:09 am UTC (link)
	Joanne blinks slowly, looking rather like a lizard. "What?" she asks at last. "Thorn. Isn't. Here," says Ellen, perfectly reproducing Geoffrey's intonations. "But I left messages," insists Joanne. "On the phone." Ellen is not moved. "Price of tea. China." (Reply to this) (Thread)

	dame_ellen 2009-09-12 06:15 am UTC (link)
	The burnt toast falls to the floor, bouncing once before it hits the floor again, breaking into several pieces. Ellen purses her lips, studying the stunned Joanne. Joanne, for her part, can't seem to take her eyes off the frozen phone. "You," she says in a hushed voice. "You. You've ... replaced him?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dame_ellen 2009-09-12 06:21 am UTC (link)
	"So you can leave now," prompts Ellen, adjusting the sash of her yukata. Joanne doesn't seem to hear her. "But--but--" Her chin quivers. "But ... I just landed him a contract. For six figures." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	unhingedrapier 2009-09-12 06:29 am UTC (link)
	Money has never meant much to Geoffrey. He leans on the counter and folds his arms, and peers up at her past that block of ice, which is about to start thawing very slowly at room temperature. "And to answer an earlier question, if it means you'll leave me the fuck alone, no." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)