Gravity (Jimmy/Yves)viola_dreamwalkAugust 22 2011, 03:14:38 UTC
“You know, most people save their yearly benders for St. Paddy's Day.”
“I'm only a couple weeks off...” Jimmy set his shot glass down on the bar next to a half-empty pint of beer. He pointed at the glass. “What do you say, Sam?”
“I say you've had plenty,” Sam replied and whisked the shot glass back behind the bar with a practiced hand. He picked up the phone and dialed a number from memory. “Hey, come get your boyfriend.”
“What did she say?” Jimmy asked once Sam had hung up.
“That she's not your girlfriend...” He paused. “But that she'll be here in ten minutes.”
Even drunk as he was, he noticed when she walked in. He couldn't not. He was tuned to everything about her: her perfume, the way she walked, the way - today of all days - she was looking at him with something worryingly close to pity in her eyes.
“Six years today,” he said, a little unsteady on his stool. She didn't reply, just handed Sam a folded twenty, a look passing between them that Jimmy couldn't quite read. He reached out and grabbed her by the arm, demanding her attention. “Six years.”
“I know, Jimmy,” she said, her voice softer than usual.
“How can it have been that long? It doesn't feel like it's been that long.”
“They've been gone a long time. Why do you do this to yourself?” She helped him off the bar stool, slinging his arm around her shoulders.
“Why do you come and get me?”
“You already know the answer to that,” she said, managing him through the door and out to her car.
“Then so do you.” He let her put him in the passenger seat. “We can't let go, can we?”
He caught her as she backed away, one hand heavy on the back of her neck, fingers tangled in her long hair. He pulled her in close and kissed her firmly on the mouth before letting go.
“You're right, Jimmy,” she said, reaching over and fastening his seat belt. “I guess we can't.”
This (and the Parker/Hardison stuff) totally reminded me that I used to have a dancing icon that was Jimmy/Yves. I'll have to try and dig it up. :) Thank you!
“I'm only a couple weeks off...” Jimmy set his shot glass down on the bar next to a half-empty pint of beer. He pointed at the glass. “What do you say, Sam?”
“I say you've had plenty,” Sam replied and whisked the shot glass back behind the bar with a practiced hand. He picked up the phone and dialed a number from memory. “Hey, come get your boyfriend.”
“What did she say?” Jimmy asked once Sam had hung up.
“That she's not your girlfriend...” He paused. “But that she'll be here in ten minutes.”
Even drunk as he was, he noticed when she walked in. He couldn't not. He was tuned to everything about her: her perfume, the way she walked, the way - today of all days - she was looking at him with something worryingly close to pity in her eyes.
“Six years today,” he said, a little unsteady on his stool. She didn't reply, just handed Sam a folded twenty, a look passing between them that Jimmy couldn't quite read. He reached out and grabbed her by the arm, demanding her attention. “Six years.”
“I know, Jimmy,” she said, her voice softer than usual.
“How can it have been that long? It doesn't feel like it's been that long.”
“They've been gone a long time. Why do you do this to yourself?” She helped him off the bar stool, slinging his arm around her shoulders.
“Why do you come and get me?”
“You already know the answer to that,” she said, managing him through the door and out to her car.
“Then so do you.” He let her put him in the passenger seat. “We can't let go, can we?”
He caught her as she backed away, one hand heavy on the back of her neck, fingers tangled in her long hair. He pulled her in close and kissed her firmly on the mouth before letting go.
“You're right, Jimmy,” she said, reaching over and fastening his seat belt. “I guess we can't.”
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“What did she say?” Jimmy asked once Sam had hung up.
“That she's not your girlfriend...” He paused. “But that she'll be here in ten minutes.”
Perfect!
I like that you indicate there is a "usual" for them.
So in character (and, yes, so sad).
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