Four Angles (Avery/Liz)
Title: Four Angles
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Avery/Liz
Word Count: 322
Rating: PG
Summary: ...so you're not thrown by how quickly her tone changes over the course of a few moments.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
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She treats you as four different things (sex partner, friend, servant, meaningless piece of furniture... really, she's thrown a coat on you more than once, like she's Meryl Streep and you're Anne Hathaway's desk), so you're not thrown by how quickly her tone changes over the course of a few moments.
"Danielle--" (Note: You rejected that name. But you shouldn't have had a say, anyway.) "--looks so cute when she saddles up on Pilar." (Proud.)
"That's... your maid, right? You named a horse after your maid?"
"No. I wouldn't let my daughter ride an animal." (Dismissive.)
"Oh. Okay." You nod. Put your glass of wine down on the coffee table. "She rides your maid."
"I assume you want to see pictures." (Sweet.) "Honestly, I thought you would have already seen them. Jack doesn't usually keep anything from you, does he?" (Icy and dismissive.)
"Well... I don't know. But no. Have not seen them."
You wonder if it's because Jack knows you wouldn't approve. But Avery is right, he shares everything about his life, even the stuff you wouldn't approve of, all the time. Like the affair that broke up his marriage, and the affair Avery doesn't know about.
(Sometimes, when you feel like her friend, you want to tell her.)
"So you and Jack *don't* talk about everything, then." (Icy.)
You tense. "I think it would be better if we not talk about..." You blurt out, "I don't want to talk about Jack." Pause. You smile. "Wanna talk about one of those cupcake shows? Because I do."
"Fine."
"Really?"
"But first--"
"Damn it."
"I want to know if you've told Jack we're sleeping together."
"We're not doing much sleeping." You raise your arm. "Up top! No? Okay." You fold your hands in your lap. "No. And I'm not going to. You're not going to, right?"
She doesn't respond.
"Avery."
"Take your clothes off, Liz."
You exhale; adjust to the change.
END
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Avery/Liz
Word Count: 322
Rating: PG
Summary: ...so you're not thrown by how quickly her tone changes over the course of a few moments.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
She treats you as four different things (sex partner, friend, servant, meaningless piece of furniture... really, she's thrown a coat on you more than once, like she's Meryl Streep and you're Anne Hathaway's desk), so you're not thrown by how quickly her tone changes over the course of a few moments.
"Danielle--" (Note: You rejected that name. But you shouldn't have had a say, anyway.) "--looks so cute when she saddles up on Pilar." (Proud.)
"That's... your maid, right? You named a horse after your maid?"
"No. I wouldn't let my daughter ride an animal." (Dismissive.)
"Oh. Okay." You nod. Put your glass of wine down on the coffee table. "She rides your maid."
"I assume you want to see pictures." (Sweet.) "Honestly, I thought you would have already seen them. Jack doesn't usually keep anything from you, does he?" (Icy and dismissive.)
"Well... I don't know. But no. Have not seen them."
You wonder if it's because Jack knows you wouldn't approve. But Avery is right, he shares everything about his life, even the stuff you wouldn't approve of, all the time. Like the affair that broke up his marriage, and the affair Avery doesn't know about.
(Sometimes, when you feel like her friend, you want to tell her.)
"So you and Jack *don't* talk about everything, then." (Icy.)
You tense. "I think it would be better if we not talk about..." You blurt out, "I don't want to talk about Jack." Pause. You smile. "Wanna talk about one of those cupcake shows? Because I do."
"Fine."
"Really?"
"But first--"
"Damn it."
"I want to know if you've told Jack we're sleeping together."
"We're not doing much sleeping." You raise your arm. "Up top! No? Okay." You fold your hands in your lap. "No. And I'm not going to. You're not going to, right?"
She doesn't respond.
"Avery."
"Take your clothes off, Liz."
You exhale; adjust to the change.
END