Numbers/Entourage part 6
Something about the actor's posture rang a distant bell in Don's mind but he couldn't place it. Drama reached for his water bottle before going to his workout and suddenly it became clearer."Hey," Don asked him. "Raise your other hand above your head, too."
Johnny looked confused, but he did it. Don figured he finally sounded like a leader. "I knew it...even though you don't look much like Vince, I've seen your face before."
"You don't think much like Charlie," Drama blustered.
"You're Torvald, aren't you? Hail, Torvald! And I'm sorry...I didn't mean anything. just calling a spade a spade, you know what I mean? But it feels funny to be talking about Torvald without a drink in my hand."
"I imagine more than a few of your comrades-in-arms cushion the blows of the mean streets with alcohol."
"You're probably right, but I was thinking more about this game...it's really stupid. Are you sure you want to hear more about it?"
Drama nodded, looking like the world's most buff therapist. "Go on, it's good for me when my subjects have flaws."
"Okay? Well, anyway, college...freshman year, I had this roommate that was a Viking Quest freak...he had it all on tape and everything. Could probably answer questions about it that would leave you stumped."
"Before Comic-con, I'd agree. But since then, it pays for me to keep abreast."
"Do you mind? You're not speaking for me yet."
"Of course."
"Well, my roommate made up this drinking game. Every time somebody said "Hail Torvald," or you said "Victory!" we drank.You've been there for some of the greatest buzzes of my young life."
"I wonder if this is how Bob Newhart feels."
"Couldn't tell you that."
"I've got the DVDs back at the house...we could do that if you want."
"I'm not a college boy now, Mr. Chase. FBI agents don't play drinking games."
Johnny looked confused, but he did it. Don figured he finally sounded like a leader. "I knew it...even though you don't look much like Vince, I've seen your face before."
"You don't think much like Charlie," Drama blustered.
"You're Torvald, aren't you? Hail, Torvald! And I'm sorry...I didn't mean anything. just calling a spade a spade, you know what I mean? But it feels funny to be talking about Torvald without a drink in my hand."
"I imagine more than a few of your comrades-in-arms cushion the blows of the mean streets with alcohol."
"You're probably right, but I was thinking more about this game...it's really stupid. Are you sure you want to hear more about it?"
Drama nodded, looking like the world's most buff therapist. "Go on, it's good for me when my subjects have flaws."
"Okay? Well, anyway, college...freshman year, I had this roommate that was a Viking Quest freak...he had it all on tape and everything. Could probably answer questions about it that would leave you stumped."
"Before Comic-con, I'd agree. But since then, it pays for me to keep abreast."
"Do you mind? You're not speaking for me yet."
"Of course."
"Well, my roommate made up this drinking game. Every time somebody said "Hail Torvald," or you said "Victory!" we drank.You've been there for some of the greatest buzzes of my young life."
"I wonder if this is how Bob Newhart feels."
"Couldn't tell you that."
"I've got the DVDs back at the house...we could do that if you want."
"I'm not a college boy now, Mr. Chase. FBI agents don't play drinking games."