When Pants dream big and survive harrowing journies...
The Charlie Edition.
So, last night's episode was pretty mind-blowing for one reason, and one reason only.
"Oh, god. Damian Lewis dresses to the right." ~ jesshelga
Isn't it beauuuuuutiful? *dreamy sigh*
That's beautiful too. But we're not talking about that right now, are we?
This? Not beautiful. Well, it is, but it isn't. It came from the corner of Left Field and WTF?! Implausibility Street. Charlie would never, never, NEVER go back into a holding cell. NEVER! Especially not for something so minor as that. NEVER! And where the FUCK did this scene come from? Seriously? But, he was cute. Sadly, the Pants were discreetly hiding in their dressing room downing Jello shooters during this moment of terrible whatthefuckery. I don't blame them.
But then they decided to brave the wind and kick some interrogation ass.
Oh yes, be proud Charlie. Be very proud. Although, it was more Reese than the Pants, but the Pants don't need to know that.
Heck, the Pants had to sit through random outbursts of overemotional acting from previously unemotional persons.
Damian was rattled.
But the Pants held strong. Very strong.
The epitome of Crews/Reese banter adorableness?
Piece of cake for the Pants. A cakewalk. Baking a cake in an easy-bake oven.
Oh, stop it, that was so not a euphemism. If I had said something about sticking your cake in a hot, easy oven, then it would have been a euphemism. But I didn't say that. So it wasn't.
Get your mind out of the gutter, man.
And then this dude was trying to harsh the Pants' mellow:
And he happens to look like Marshall Mann on 'roids, which I mentioned in my last post.
See?
I'll... take that as a yes. Anyway,
Pants. And pointing. Pointing Pants.
The Pants are so wild that they're trying to start a bar fight with Marshall Mann on 'Roids. Well, more like a cafe fight. These are rich people. Rich people fight in cultured places.
The Pants took some time to recuperate.
Then they were back to full flirting position.
They almost got lucky. I'm fairly certain that there was groping going on.
The Pants had convinced the Shirt to show some sternum bush. That increased the chances of getting laid by about 60%.
Sadly, somebody developed a conscience. And it wasn't the Pants.
Definitely wasn't the Pants.
At one point, the sexuality of the Pants was questioned with air quotes. Why? Because Tidwell totally wants to get inside those Pants.
Sadly, the Pants are WAY out of Tidwell's league. He'll have to settle for [air quote]accidental[/air quote] brush bys at the water cooler and whatnot.
The Pants aren't too sure if they're cool with that.
Expressive Pants + Sternum Bush = Lethal Combination
Did I mention that they look good from the back, too? Oh lordy, do they look good. As does the back torso that goes with it. HOLY CRAP! Sexiest back in the universe.
CANDID CROTCH SHOT!!! Seriously, the Pants had no idea that I was watching, let alone taking a screencap. It's almost a Sharon Stone level of candid. Really.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
&hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts
The Pants had a good night. A really, really good night. Despite the craptastic guest actors and monumental stains on the writing of the show. *coughdeadguyinbackofpolicecarcough* Oh, Pants. You totally make Life worth living. &hearts