You keep your expectations low enough for long enough and it backfires--you start thinking of surprise as a good thing. That's how you rationalize it when the bottom drops out and you're left sick and startled, tracing invisible shapes on the cool surface of the bar.
(my notebook is a dangerous place, where half-finished fic and quickly jotted-down plotbunnies lurk.)
*nod* I have a large and troubling collection of such notebooks.
I'm personally having way too much fun with this particular meme.
Oh, me too.
"The Luckiest Guy on the Lower East Side"
Spring is just starting to bloom green and wet at the edges of the city, and there's still nothing better than a good meal, a good screw, and a good sleep next to someone warm and satiated.
"Two Characters in Search of a Country Song"
Bobby and Dom had known each other for as good as ever. All they'd ever had any aptitude for was petty cons--as Dom pointed out at great length--so why should it be any different now they're dead? Dom was given to pointing out lots of things at great length, and Bobby had the bad habit of agreeing just to get him to shut the fuck up. That's how they ended up in this mess.
Oh, these are both fabulous. The hedonistic pleasures of food, sex, and sleep work so well with the "green and wet" spring in the first bit...and I have no idea where the second one came from, either, but I'm all kinds of intrigued by it. It captures the feel of the title so perfectly, too.
She's observed two strategies, two schools of thought: one calculated, a well thought-out geometry of bodies; one spontaneous, a joyful invention of a game created on the spot. In the long run, she can never decide which is more successful.
I'm sure I will think of more but tired now and had 2 glasses of wine and brain not functioning.
*grin* I'm hoping to be in that situation myself shortly.
As Danny strings out the story, he looks Sonny straight in he eye. Danny figured out a long time ago that even the devil's right hand doesn't always know what his left is doing, so Sonny's got no chance of figuring it out.
The Rain Came Down
The rain came down for three days straight, ruining more crime scenes than Mac wanted to count. Still, he counted them. The mercury glare off the street was giving him a headache and Stella had started to give him that look again.
There's a trick to this kind of talk, a quick-step around what might be called the bare truth--if you are that literal a person. Problem is, Mac is that literal a person when it comes down to this.
"I Don't Even Want To Know"
"That shit-eating grin is enough. I don't want to know what you got away with this time."
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"The Patron Saint of Lost Causes."
(my notebook is a dangerous place, where half-finished fic and quickly jotted-down plotbunnies lurk.)
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You keep your expectations low enough for long enough and it backfires--you start thinking of surprise as a good thing. That's how you rationalize it when the bottom drops out and you're left sick and startled, tracing invisible shapes on the cool surface of the bar.
(my notebook is a dangerous place, where half-finished fic and quickly jotted-down plotbunnies lurk.)
*nod* I have a large and troubling collection of such notebooks.
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"The Luckiest Guy on the Lower East Side"
"Two Characters in Search of a Country Song"
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Oh, me too.
"The Luckiest Guy on the Lower East Side"
Spring is just starting to bloom green and wet at the edges of the city, and there's still nothing better than a good meal, a good screw, and a good sleep next to someone warm and satiated.
"Two Characters in Search of a Country Song"
Bobby and Dom had known each other for as good as ever. All they'd ever had any aptitude for was petty cons--as Dom pointed out at great length--so why should it be any different now they're dead? Dom was given to pointing out lots of things at great length, and Bobby had the bad habit of agreeing just to get him to shut the fuck up. That's how they ended up in this mess.
(i have no idea where that second one came from)
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I'm sure I will think of more but tired now and had 2 glasses of wine and brain not functioning.
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She's observed two strategies, two schools of thought: one calculated, a well thought-out geometry of bodies; one spontaneous, a joyful invention of a game created on the spot. In the long run, she can never decide which is more successful.
I'm sure I will think of more but tired now and had 2 glasses of wine and brain not functioning.
*grin* I'm hoping to be in that situation myself shortly.
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Scorpio Rising
The Devil's right hand
Goodbye is all we've got left to say
The Rain Came Down
The Art of Parties
The Ink in the Well
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As Danny strings out the story, he looks Sonny straight in he eye. Danny figured out a long time ago that even the devil's right hand doesn't always know what his left is doing, so Sonny's got no chance of figuring it out.
The Rain Came Down
The rain came down for three days straight, ruining more crime scenes than Mac wanted to count. Still, he counted them. The mercury glare off the street was giving him a headache and Stella had started to give him that look again.
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How about...
"Turn It Around"
"I Don't Even Want To Know"
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There's a trick to this kind of talk, a quick-step around what might be called the bare truth--if you are that literal a person. Problem is, Mac is that literal a person when it comes down to this.
"I Don't Even Want To Know"
"That shit-eating grin is enough. I don't want to know what you got away with this time."
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