(Untitled)

[bestsellingego]

Rick Castle looks ridiculous with a suntan.

Odd, because they guy spends nine months of the year (and around four figures) trying to affect the appearance of a natural tan through a lot of pampering, buffing, scalding and chemical peeling. But get him out into the sun for a couple of weeks, au naturale, and all of that dermatological work goes to

Comments

[mickandbono]

Jamie is sipping on scotch reading a book, trying to figure out why these people are addicted to Twilight when he's found it's good for a recycling bin.

He's going to need more scotch, he looks up seeing a man that looks like him. Almost maybe a not quite as handsome but wow.

[ooc: I'm perfectly okay if you don't reply.

[bestsellingego]

[ ooc: Are you kidding me? I almost did a backflip when I saw you'd tagged Rook in. XD ]

Castle never wanted to be the guy who retreated to the bar to get away from his problems but, hell, if the Bar at the End of the Universe is gonna' throw itself in front of you, aren't you obliged to stop in for at least a drink or two? He's already feeling better. 'Rationalizing his slow progress on the Naked Heat manuscript (even though he should have turned in a final edited draft, like, six weeks ago) by falling back on the old artist's standby: great art cannot be rushed.

He's just trying to figure out a way to express this to Gina when he sees the guy at the other end of the bar. Another look-alike. Except this one is...well, it's just weird. Not like Bill, or Captain Hammer, or the space cowboy. Really familiar.

Castle raises his eyebrows at the other man. The classic I-acknowledge-you look perfected by all guys who aren't quite sure about an initial approach.

[mickandbono]

[ooc:okay Awesome]

Rook blinks then nods and realizing what's got in his hands. Scotch that is manly enough but what the freak Twilight when you’re meeting another apparently masculine man this is not what you want caught with.

“This isn’t mine, okay it is mine. But, I wanted to know what the craze is about. I am not sure that you can’t understand this drabble if you’re over 15 or have a Y chromosome.”

He tosses it down and then runs a hand though his hair. This guy really is more than the normal, everyone has a twin thing.

[bestsellingego]

Jesus, even the gesture was familiar. Castle's sure he's seen it before. Maybe he's done it before (easy to spot, since the guy's wearing a variation of his face), or maybe it's more like catching yourself halfway in the mirror and it's just an impression of you and an action.

He then processes what the guy's actually saying.

"What, Twilight? I have a hard time believing that that stuff actually sells, you know? 'Specially when it pushes other, more interesting titles off the Times list."

Here is Castle's ire -- let him show you it.

[mickandbono]

Rook nods as he then glares at the book.

“I know, that is pure fluff it’s like reading a little kid’s diary, One that I might add didn’t do well at English. Yes, I agree. That thing doesn’t deserve to be on the list. Give me Patterson or Sheldon. They deserve to be on the list that doesn’t”

Rook smiles slowly then.

“Sorry, pet peeve.”

[bestsellingego]

"Mine too," Castle murmurs shiftily. Something about this guy doesn't wash, and it's not just the face or the build, or the cultured-and-kind-of-bored-at-the-same-time way he talks. All right. Castle's just gonna' push past it. Write it off to the heat and the fact that Bar's making the drinks extra strong tonight.

Right.

"Rick Castle." He offers a hand. "Good to meet a fellow lit snob."

[mickandbono]

Jamie nods and smiles as he looks at him. He shakes his hand.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Jameson Rook. Pleased to meet you. And, know that not all is pushed by a fad and still reads what is good."

Then something hits him. Not only do they look alike but their names are close. Rook and Castle?

[bestsellingego]

Castle's handshake goes limp about halfway through. He blinks.

"I'm sorry -- what? Your name's what?"

[mickandbono]

Rook notices the hand shake and raises an eyebrow he's had this reaction before.

"Jameson Rook, you know like the whiskey and then the castle piece on a chess board?"

Yes Castle your smart ass since of humor just slapped at you.

"You don't know a Kate Beckett I think it is do you?"

[bestsellingego]

"Yeah, yeah, I know like the whiskey and the piece on the chess board. I wrote --"

He cuts himself off.

"-- Beckett? You've...I mean, yeah. I know her. 'Question is, how's it that you do?"

Yep. It's definitely sun stroke. Castle's delusional from the heat. 'Put him up in Beth Israel for a week with a saline combo and a cable package.

[mickandbono]

"I met her here, she also seemed to be taken back at me. Maybe she thought I was you."

He nods that makes sense to him, totally works like that. "I am a Pulitzer prize journalist. Trying to follow one of New York's finest."

He really has to point out he's a prize winner. But then Castle knew that.

[bestsellingego]

This is weird. Like, recognizing yourself in your own dream weird. Castle is suddenly aware that, sometime in the last twenty seconds, he's downed the rest of his drink. Now it's just a matter of confirming, to his own satisfaction, that he's finally gone off the deep end.

"Oh yeah?" Beat. "How's that going?" He leans forward on an elbow, reaching through thin air for an adjective or two: "...kind of an antagonistic relationship, right? Fraught with weird, inexplicable sexual tension?"

[mickandbono]

Rook smiles and finishes his drink and orders another round for both of them laying the money on the bar.

"Yeah, how did you know? Or is it just something that is known. And we are going though this killing heat wave, that can't be explained or apparently broken."

[bestsellingego]

I know because I just got out of a fifty-minute phone conference about who's gonna' play you on the big screen. Wait -- can you play you?

"-- Summer in the city," Castle quickly interjects, "crime rate goes through the roof. You running into anything, ah, interesting?"

[mickandbono]

Rook sips his drink and frowns in to it slowly. Sounding disappointed answering slowly.

"No, that's the thing it's all been pop and drops and gang bangers, something a first year rookie could solve with one hand, hand cuffed behind their backs.."

[bestsellingego]

"I'm sure something will come along," he mutters into his freshened glass.