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Bros and Flamingos

Dec 31, 2008 18:25

Who: Denny, Barney, Alan Shore.
What: Alan's ill-timed arrival.
When: Afternoon.
Where: The Balcony.
Rating: F for Flamingos
Status: Incomplete

( Denny Crane was the happiest he'd been since before he could remember. )

*status-in progress, alan shore, !closed, denny crane, barney stinson

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going_inmy_blog January 2 2009, 01:45:54 UTC

Barney had been having...an interesting...few days. He lost one of his suits! But had really good sex in the meantime! So he was torn as to whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. Thank goodness that he kept a few things out of his wallet at all times. Habit, one might suppose, of living in New York City. Or simply of being Barney and thinking up one crazy scheme or another.

He was on his cell phone, canceling cards and such, when another phone call came in. It would have to wait. But Barney picked up the other call. Finally.

"Hello?"

flamingodenny January 2 2009, 05:53:36 UTC

"Barney? This is Denny Crane! I've got someone coming I want you to meet. You should come to my place, and quick. I've got brandy!"

going_inmy_blog January 2 2009, 06:32:36 UTC

Oh good god. Denny. Denny was a life saver! "I'll be right over!" The younger bro reassured him, the grin audible over the phone. Hanging up, Barney caught a cab and headed over to the lakeside house of one Denny Crane.

It, naturally, took a little longer than a second. Snow and all. But soon enough, he was hopping on the front porch and shaking off any loose snow that might have made its way onto his coat. And rang the doorbell.

flamingodenny January 2 2009, 06:54:38 UTC

Denny heard the doorbell and leaped (as well as Denny Crane could leap) out of his chair. Could it be Alan?

He shuffled to the door and opened it, to find Barney Stinson standing outside, slightly snowy.

"Uggh, it's you. What do you want?" Denny grumbled. Then he looked down and saw the phone in his left hand.

"Oh, right. Come in, come in! Put your coat, uh, in the closet there. Drinks are on the table. Alan should be here soon."

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fixed it for real, really! flamingoalan January 3 2009, 11:09:50 UTC

The plane ride had been hellish. First, there had been the kerfluffle at TSA over Denny's favorite cigar knife, which he had conveniently forgotten in Alan's travel bag. Then the seat-kicking child and the lack of meals in the aircraft, which had been late arriving in Boston. Finally, there had been the half hour of circling above Toronto, in queue for a landing slot that seemed like it would never come. Alan had wanted to watch the latest Bang Bros (bad habit, soothed him when stressed) but the other child--same endlessly large family--looking over his shoulder had forced him to watch The Princess Bride instead, and guilt had forced him to share ( ... )

Re: fixed it for real, really! flamingodenny January 3 2009, 18:47:21 UTC

Denny laughed, a strange sort of hybrid between a belly laugh and a cackle. He looked at Barney and pointed at himself with his cigar. "Hey, if she tries to con me out of MY suit, she'll be forgetting one thing: I'm Denny Crane!"

He took a long puff of the cigar, then set it down in favor of the glass. "I like you, Barney. You think like me and, well, how could that be better?" He raised his glass. "To bros."

Re: fixed it for real, really! going_inmy_blog January 3 2009, 18:56:29 UTC

Barney grinned, "True enough!" Denny was..like Yoda! Without the withering green skin and shortness. He was Broda, really.

"I can't see anything being better than two men who think awesomely similar." He lifted his own glass. "To bros." Then took a drink.

oh crud you said it was afternoon and I said it was night. flamingoalan January 4 2009, 05:35:40 UTC

Alan had seen enough.

He deposited his carry-on beside a potted palm, sliding the door aside and stepping through onto the slatted wooden deck. The balcony had everything: the wide, comfortable chairs, just like the ones in Boston; the little side table for the brandy and ashtray; even the view, though endless gray water and the barest intimation of an opposite shore differed wildly from Crane, Poole & Schmidt's vista of the Charles River and the Back Bay.

"What's this?" he demanded hotly.

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flamingoalan January 10 2009, 17:31:22 UTC

Fingers on elbow, Alan led Denny through to the relative privacy of the space behind the potted plant. He drew the sliding door closed and stood staring at his friend for a moment, hands at his hips.

"Who is that man?" he asked indignantly. "And what is he doing on balcony?

flamingodenny January 22 2009, 04:18:57 UTC

Looking him in the eyes, Denny desperately tried to recover the situation. "That's just Barney! He's my bro. I invited him over to come meet you! But then... you took a while to get here, and we just got to talking..."

He grabbed Alan by the shoulders. "Alan, he means nothing to me, I swear!"

flamingoalan January 24 2009, 02:21:40 UTC

For a long moment, Alan said nothing. He had probably overreacted, and now Denny was upset. He didn't want Denny to be upset; things...happened when Denny was upset, which was precisely what they had been trying to avoid by coming to Canada in the first place.

But Alan was upset, too. The balcony was special, whatever balcony it was, and he had been looking forward to being reunited with his balcony time the entire trip from Boston, and possibly for all the months his friend had been gone and he had been forced to stay. To see another man in his place had been...a shock. A confirmation of the sense of loss he had experienced and feared with Denny gone.

He sighed, slumping minutely and letting down his ruffled feathers. "I'm sure he's a nice...bro," he said as calmly as he could. "But I've just arrived, and I'd like to have some time alone with my best friend. I'm sure he'll understand."

He would stipulate, later, that he didn't want this Barney back on his balcony in the future, either.

flamingodenny April 2 2009, 20:44:24 UTC

Denny Crane had an overwhelming amount of positive traits, but he knew that good timing was not usually one of them. He had been hoping Alan and Barney would get along, but it was obvious now where his priorities needed to lie.

"Alan," he said, taking his hands off Alan's shoulders again. "If there's one thing I've learned in life, it's 'bros before hos.' Now, Barney is my bro, but you're..." He wrinkled his brow. "...I don't actually know where I was going with that. The point is, I'm sorry, and if you give me a minute, I'll get him out of here and we can have a drink and talk about your flight.

He lumbered back to the chairs, where Barney was sitting and sipping brandy. "Barney, Alan and I are going to need the balcony to discuss some... very important.. official business. We'll get together another time, yeah?"

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