You'll Never Watch Pulp Fiction the Same Way Again...

[bluestocking79]

Right, I am still very behind, but I would be remiss if I didn't point this out to everybody who hasn't already seen it. It made me laugh until I hacked!

Highly recommended for those who enjoy both Shakespeare and Tarantino, or really just for anybody who enjoys amazing cleverness: If Shakespeare wrote Pulp Fiction, it might sound something

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[lithiumdelusion]

*laughs* That was great.

Are you feeling better? Well, here's to hoping this makes you feel all fluffy... (I would post this in my own journal, but for some reason LJ has been eating my attempts to post voraciously.)

And let's us talk of cabbages and kings... Or was it dates and things? Title shamelessly cribbed from Bl3nd3rwort.

If the restaurant staff realized that they were seeing a first, they made no mention of it and continued carrying on business as usual. Of course, anyone who did know the man currently being seated at a cozy little table for two, would have had to pick their jaws up off the floor. Severus Snape, Former Potions master and Headmaster of Hogwart’s, was out on a date.

Somehow the world had ended and hell had frozen over without anyone noticing…

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Jill smiled across the table, amusement warming her golden skin with a faint blush. “Sev, if you don’t stop playing with that thread, you’re going to wind up unraveling your whole sleeve.”

Dark eyes darted up to meet hers and a faint hint of red brightened pale cheeks. “What did you call me?”

Jill smiled and rested her chin in folded hands. “Sev. Your full name is a bit of a mouthful, not to mention a dead giveaway that you’re not from around here. And Toby never suited you at all.” She said, referring to the false name he had adopted when he had first come to LA. “And I think it fits you. Sharp as a blade, and more than it appears to be.”

Her smile widened fractionally as his blush darkened and he looked rather desperately at the menu the waiter had put in front of him. Jill nodded at the grinning waiter and the man swept away, discretely tucking the wine-list back under his arm. Jill tipped her head, regarding the man across from her with a pleased smile. His wardrobe, like hers, showed D’s deft hand. Where she wore a sleek Chinese cheongsam in rich shades of blue and green, split at the sides clear up to her hips to reveal the black silk leggings that flattered her long legs; he was dressed in a proper suit… Armani, if she didn’t miss her guess, with a blue silk shirt that matched the rich jewel-tones of her attire.

The waiter returned with an unlabeled bottle of wine and poured a small amount into a fluted glass that he presented to Snape. Jill watched the expressions flit across his momentarily unguarded features. His thoughts were clear about the inferiority of Muggle wines, but after a moment where she could see him biting back a scathing comment, he accepted the glass and swirled the wine within it.

Jill watched patiently as he sipped the claret liquid and she grinned as his eyes widened. “This is… How d-did you…?”

Jill smiled as she accepted a glass from the hovering waiter, knowing he would leave the bottle… after all, she’d been the one to provide it. “McGonagall dropped by D’s place the other day while I was there. She brought a couple of bottles.” Jill contemplated the ruby wine. “She said that this was your favorite.”

Snape looked down into his glass with something that might have been a wistful expression. “Yes. I thought I would never taste this again.”

Jill sighed. “You do still have friends there, you know.” She reached out and rested her fingertips on the back of the hand holding the wineglass. “And here…”

For a moment, his reserve broke and he looked pleased and a little flustered. Jill felt warm inside, knowing that few ever saw the man beneath the cold gaze and sarcastic and cutting wit. The nervousness that he could not hide made him endearing. “Well,” She said, breaking the moment before it could stretch too long and become painfully uncomfortable, “Being that I asked you out to eat, hadn’t we better look at the menu?” She said the last on a teasing note.