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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
2009-09-12 06:44 am UTC (link)

"But why not?" Joanne cants her head, once more examining him from head to toe. "You could probably do quite well, after all. Assuming you could lose the flab." She holds up her hands, framing him as if for a camera lens. "Your profile is quite good, and those eyes are exquisite--"

"What part of no isn't getting through your peroxided head?" demands Ellen, shifting position so that she stands slightly in front of Geoffrey. "Get out. Get the fuck out. Now. Or even sooner."

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	unhingedrapier 2009-09-12 06:50 am UTC (link)
	"No, I'm not!" he says, his shoulders hunching, his hands coming up to flail at her. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dame_ellen
2009-09-12 06:54 am UTC (link)

Ellen moves forward, jabbing an angry finger at Joanne. "Get out. Leave my husband alone. Just who the hell do you think you are--no, wait. You said." Her lips curl. "An agent. Fucking parasite."

Joanne backs up a few steps, crablike. "That is not a fair characterisation--"

"I don't give a shit," Ellen says, her eyes flashing as she advances again. "I want you out of our house. Out of our lives. If you want to get the fuck off this planet while you're at it, that's fine, too!"

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	unhingedrapier 2009-09-12 07:00 am UTC (link)
	Geoffrey's hands find their way to his unruly hair, bunching in fists. So much for the glorious day. "Jesus Christ!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dame_ellen 2009-09-12 07:03 am UTC (link)
	"That's what we need," says Ellen. "An exorcism. Can you do an exorcism with a baseball bat?" Joanne backs up a few more steps, tottering on her high heels. "You wouldn't--" "Oh, try me," Ellen growls. "Try me. Now." The blonde agent retreats to the front door. Silence reigns until she says: "I'll leave my card, in case you change your mind." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	unhingedrapier 2009-09-12 07:06 am UTC (link)
	"GET OUT!" Geoffrey roars from somewhere back in the kitchen. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dame_ellen 2009-09-12 07:07 am UTC (link)
	The next sound is the front door, opening and then closing. Then Geoffrey can hear Ellen's bare feet moving across the living room floor, back to the kitchen. "Bitch," she mutters. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	unhingedrapier 2009-09-12 07:09 am UTC (link)
	By now, he is leaning on the counter next to the thawing phone, which is puddling around itself rapidly, with his face buried in his hand. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dame_ellen 2009-09-12 07:11 am UTC (link)
	"She's gone. She went away." Ellen sucks in her lower lip as she moves to rest a hand on Geoffrey's shoulder. "I made her go away." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	unhingedrapier 2009-09-12 07:14 am UTC (link)
	A deep breath in, and he drops his hand from his face, his expression somewhere between relief, exasperation and petulant sulk. "Are we done talking about my wang with complete strangers today?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dame_ellen 2009-09-12 07:17 am UTC (link)
	"I think," she says slowly, "that we're done with complete strangers today, period." Her hand slides across his shoulder, then moves down his back. She rubs his back slowly for a while in silence. "Does that mean we can talk about your wang when nobody else is here?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	unhingedrapier 2009-09-12 07:25 am UTC (link)
	"Do we need to be talking about it at all?" he asks, faintly incredulous. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dame_ellen 2009-09-12 07:26 am UTC (link)
	She shakes her head, slowly, then leans forward to demonstrate that speech, of any kind, is not in fact necessary at this moment. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	unhingedrapier 2009-09-12 07:33 am UTC (link)
	He hasn't shaved yet this morning, she'll realise. But his tension slowly ebbs from his frame as she absorbs him in her kiss. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dame_ellen 2009-09-12 07:35 am UTC (link)
	"Geoffrey," she whispers as the kiss ends, "my feet are getting wet." She shakes one leg, scattering icy droplets across the rest of the floor. "Do we have a mop?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	unhingedrapier 2009-09-12 07:41 am UTC (link)
	Geoffrey and domesticity don't tend to mix. "I don't know," he shrugs, then reaches past her for a dish towel and drops it on the floor. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dame_ellen 2009-09-12 05:29 pm UTC (link)
	She looks down at the dishtowel, as if she has never seen fabric soak up water before, then looks back up at Geoffrey. "Well," she says thoughtfully, "we could just go upstairs and not-talk about your wang." Her arms slip around his waist as she rests her head on his shoulder. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	unhingedrapier 2009-09-12 07:28 pm UTC (link)
	The phone continues to thaw. Drip. Drip. Drip. Geoffrey sighs, still on edge after that unexpected experience. "I have work to do, Ellen." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dame_ellen 2009-09-12 07:51 pm UTC (link)
	The ultimate trump card. Especially considering that his current work would be a showcase for her. One arm slips away from his waist. "All right." Inspiration strikes. "Since we're married now, why don't I pretend to be a traditional wife this morning and make you breakfast?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	unhingedrapier 2009-09-12 08:05 pm UTC (link)
	"That sounds like an eminently demanding role," he replies. "Are you sure you're up to it?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dame_ellen 2009-09-12 08:08 pm UTC (link)
	"Geoffrey, have you ever known me to back away from an acting challenge?" She draws herself up to her full height, looking as dignified as she can in a yukata with nothing worn underneath. "Go sit down. I'm going to make you an omelette. And it will be delicious. Probably disgustingly healthy, too, considering what I have to work with here." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	unhingedrapier 2009-09-12 08:20 pm UTC (link)
	"Back away from, no - be late for? Always," he notes, as he moves out of the kitchen, pausing to lift one foot with a wordless declaration of surprise as he steps in another rogue puddle of icy water. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dame_ellen 2009-09-12 11:37 pm UTC (link)
	"I can't be late with this role," she declares, moving to the refrigerator to investigate the contents once more. "There's no real deadline, and no one else but you is involved, so therefore I cannot be late." With such sophistry at her command, she begins pulling ingredients out of the refrigerator, humming a jaunty tune as she works. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	unhingedrapier 2009-09-13 12:03 am UTC (link)
	Geoffrey heads gingerly towards the table, shaking his offended foot as he goes before he sits down. "In other words, I should probably go get a good book." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dame_ellen 2009-09-13 12:08 am UTC (link)
	"I doubt Thorn had any." She searches the cabinets, pots and pans clattering as she goes. "For all we know he was barely literate. A prettyboy who got filthy stinking rich for posing and pouting. While real artists starve. Is that fair? I ask you, is that fair?" With a wordless noise of triumph, she retrieves an omelet pan and sets it on the stovetop. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)