Fancy Schmancy, 30 Rock, Jack/Liz, day 7 holiday advent fill
Fancy Schmancy for day 7 of my holiday fic advent.
30 Rock, "What is this all about?"
Notes: This one was a shocker. michellek wants 30 Rock!?!? ;D I miss my show. COME BACK, SHOW!
She’s halfway through a burrito-extra guac, extra queso because that’s how she rolls-when Jack bursts into her office without so much as a knock. Liz doesn’t bother to hide the burrito, or sit up straight, or wipe the sour cream smudges off of her cheeks.
It’s weird, she never really thought about or particularly cared what Jack thought about her, and now she realizes the time for that is over. He’s seen her at her absolute worst; if he was going to be that horrified at her current state he certainly wouldn’t have put up with her for this long.
Ignoring the intrusion, she gives him a little “What’s up,” perk of her head and keeps going at her burrito. As though if she puts it down something might run in and take it. ...well, that’s actually... you don’t know, that could happen!
“Dear god Lemon, you do know that you’re consuming your daily calories in that one meal?” He tries to look disgusted but this is old hat to them; it’s like he’s come to accept it. ‘That’s nice,’ she thinks and with her free hand holds up a second burrito.
Liz chews, Jack perks an eyebrow.
“Two for one,” she explains.
Jack rolls his eyes, all part of the routine. “That’s simply irresponsible! Was this the cart just past Dean and Deluca?” Liz nods, begins unwrapping her second lunch when it’s snatched from her hands. Jack deposits it quickly in the bin.
“I know you’re not above sifting through your garbage to retrieve that, but let’s for a moment pretend that you are,” Jack pleads and she sulks a bit.
“Fine,” she concedes; she gives in easier now. “What do you want?”
Jack stands there for a moment, pressing his hands to the bottom of his suit jacket, smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles. “I would like you to come with me, please,” he says, rather formally though and Liz is immediately suspicious.
Of course.
What other reaction would she have? “Whhhhy?” she draws it out.
“Because there is something... that I think might interest you... in my office.” Jack’s a bit jittery, won’t make eye contact with her.
Liz’s eyes close to slits and she sits back in her seat, half in order to survey Jack fully and half because her burrito baby has begun kicking. “...are you going to try and ambush me into a brow wax again? Because these are all the rage, they’re Keira Knightly brows, or as Vogue says, ‘The Caterpillar’, so-”
“Lemon, could we just?”
She slinks out of the office behind him, dragging her feet as she does. Jack purses his lips at her but says nothing as they enter the elevator. “But seriously, my eyebrows are fine,” Liz says under her breath.
Jack’s lips perk in a half-smile. “It’s not your brows, they’re fine.”
“They are!” she responds excitedly, “Right? They finally all grew back!”
Jack says nothing, waits for the elevator to ascend to his floor and with a sweep of his hand, allows Liz to walk out before him. Still however, she trails just behind them as they walk to his office.
Jonathan glares at her all the while.
When Jack opens his door, she’s hit by a strange but, well, delicious smell. It takes her a moment to realize that the smell is coming from the cheese. From the baskets, boxes, containers of cheese. They cover every surface in his office.
Liz is... confused. And hungry. Again. “What is this about?”
“It’s your... Christmas gift, “ Jack explains, though he sounds a little confused. He moves to the window, opens a balcony door and some of the heady aroma is sucked out into the Manhattan air.
Liz blinks. “This is all... for me.” It’s a statement. No, that’s not right. “All of it, me?”
“I wanted to be sure that the quality of the cheese was of the highest caliber but... well, as it happens they don’t allow you to sample the cheeses before enrolling so,” Jack holds out his hands. Liz surveys her cheese kingdom. It is wonderful.
“You’ll have to decide for yourself,” Jack rushes.
Liz barely hears him and there are stars in her eyes and it’s all she can do not to bring her hands to her mouth and squeal in girlish delight.
She looks from Jack to the cheese and back to Jack. She’s flinging herself into his arms before she knows what she’s doing because so many fancy schmancy cheeses.
“Oh my god,” Liz steps back, still in awe. “I’m going to have to go and buy crackers, yeah. I’m going to go buy crackers!”
Jack curses himself; that's what he forgot: the crackers!
He supposes the bottle of wine he's opening will have to do.
30 Rock, "What is this all about?"
Notes: This one was a shocker. michellek wants 30 Rock!?!? ;D I miss my show. COME BACK, SHOW!
She’s halfway through a burrito-extra guac, extra queso because that’s how she rolls-when Jack bursts into her office without so much as a knock. Liz doesn’t bother to hide the burrito, or sit up straight, or wipe the sour cream smudges off of her cheeks.
It’s weird, she never really thought about or particularly cared what Jack thought about her, and now she realizes the time for that is over. He’s seen her at her absolute worst; if he was going to be that horrified at her current state he certainly wouldn’t have put up with her for this long.
Ignoring the intrusion, she gives him a little “What’s up,” perk of her head and keeps going at her burrito. As though if she puts it down something might run in and take it. ...well, that’s actually... you don’t know, that could happen!
“Dear god Lemon, you do know that you’re consuming your daily calories in that one meal?” He tries to look disgusted but this is old hat to them; it’s like he’s come to accept it. ‘That’s nice,’ she thinks and with her free hand holds up a second burrito.
Liz chews, Jack perks an eyebrow.
“Two for one,” she explains.
Jack rolls his eyes, all part of the routine. “That’s simply irresponsible! Was this the cart just past Dean and Deluca?” Liz nods, begins unwrapping her second lunch when it’s snatched from her hands. Jack deposits it quickly in the bin.
“I know you’re not above sifting through your garbage to retrieve that, but let’s for a moment pretend that you are,” Jack pleads and she sulks a bit.
“Fine,” she concedes; she gives in easier now. “What do you want?”
Jack stands there for a moment, pressing his hands to the bottom of his suit jacket, smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles. “I would like you to come with me, please,” he says, rather formally though and Liz is immediately suspicious.
Of course.
What other reaction would she have? “Whhhhy?” she draws it out.
“Because there is something... that I think might interest you... in my office.” Jack’s a bit jittery, won’t make eye contact with her.
Liz’s eyes close to slits and she sits back in her seat, half in order to survey Jack fully and half because her burrito baby has begun kicking. “...are you going to try and ambush me into a brow wax again? Because these are all the rage, they’re Keira Knightly brows, or as Vogue says, ‘The Caterpillar’, so-”
“Lemon, could we just?”
She slinks out of the office behind him, dragging her feet as she does. Jack purses his lips at her but says nothing as they enter the elevator. “But seriously, my eyebrows are fine,” Liz says under her breath.
Jack’s lips perk in a half-smile. “It’s not your brows, they’re fine.”
“They are!” she responds excitedly, “Right? They finally all grew back!”
Jack says nothing, waits for the elevator to ascend to his floor and with a sweep of his hand, allows Liz to walk out before him. Still however, she trails just behind them as they walk to his office.
Jonathan glares at her all the while.
When Jack opens his door, she’s hit by a strange but, well, delicious smell. It takes her a moment to realize that the smell is coming from the cheese. From the baskets, boxes, containers of cheese. They cover every surface in his office.
Liz is... confused. And hungry. Again. “What is this about?”
“It’s your... Christmas gift, “ Jack explains, though he sounds a little confused. He moves to the window, opens a balcony door and some of the heady aroma is sucked out into the Manhattan air.
Liz blinks. “This is all... for me.” It’s a statement. No, that’s not right. “All of it, me?”
“I wanted to be sure that the quality of the cheese was of the highest caliber but... well, as it happens they don’t allow you to sample the cheeses before enrolling so,” Jack holds out his hands. Liz surveys her cheese kingdom. It is wonderful.
“You’ll have to decide for yourself,” Jack rushes.
Liz barely hears him and there are stars in her eyes and it’s all she can do not to bring her hands to her mouth and squeal in girlish delight.
She looks from Jack to the cheese and back to Jack. She’s flinging herself into his arms before she knows what she’s doing because so many fancy schmancy cheeses.
“Oh my god,” Liz steps back, still in awe. “I’m going to have to go and buy crackers, yeah. I’m going to go buy crackers!”
Jack curses himself; that's what he forgot: the crackers!
He supposes the bottle of wine he's opening will have to do.