Nigel and Theo
Sep. 18th, 2003 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skydarkJust for fun. =)
The woman is a shark. She smells a little blood in the water and hones right in, and circles watching the helpless thrashing of her victim. This time, it’s me.
I answer the phone because it would be a defeat not too, a sign of weakness like bearing one’s throat to a wolf. I try not to let my consternation confuse her primal instincts.
“Good morning Margie darling, what good news do you have for me today?” I glance down the bed at Theo, lying naked and on his stomach, feet in the air and crossed at the ankle. He’s reading my latest manuscript and moving his lips. Truly inspirational.
“Nigel, where is it? You said it would be on my desk this morning and it isn’t, what am I suppose to tell Elliott? My heart can’t take this Nigel, it really can’t, you have to get it here! What’s the problem? Should I send a courier? Tell me to send a courier. I want to hear you say that right now – ‘Oh Margie, here it is, send a courier’, tell me you’re going to say that Nigel.”
I study my nails as she rasps in my ear, far too many Pall Malls for my girl Margie.
“I'm doing some last minute editing” I glance at Theo again, “I’ll get back to you, how’s that?”
“Get back to me? There is no getting back to me, it’s me sending out the hounds Nigel, it’s me hiring the swat team, you don’t get back to people. You malinger, that’s right, you’re a malingerer and don’t you deny it, no you don’t!”
She moans then, this little pasty sound that gurgles from the pit of her throat and I hold the phone away from my ear and pick at a thread on my robe. I wait until I can hear her gasping for breath again.
“Look peapod,” I soothe, “You don’t want me to turn in something I’m not satisfied with do you? I have to make sure the piece is riveting as well as charming and subtle. I have to make sure you’ll be happy love, I only live for your happiness. How long has it been… 15 years? 20? Margie you and I have always been a team. Trust me on this. Just trust me.” Theo has rolled up onto his side, taking the manuscript with him and it’s getting warm in my robe and light in my head.
“Well… has he?” I hear the flick of her fifty dollar lighter and the scuffing of a glass ashtray pulled across the desk.
“Not yet, but wait for it, he’s just getting to the good bits” I lick my lips and hold my breath.
“I swear to god, I will never represent another pretentious fag who won’t turn in a manuscript if it doesn’t give his boyfriend an erection!”
I smile lazily and shrug, even though I know she can’t see it.
“What can I say?” I purr into the phone, “It’s a gift.”
The woman is a shark. She smells a little blood in the water and hones right in, and circles watching the helpless thrashing of her victim. This time, it’s me.
I answer the phone because it would be a defeat not too, a sign of weakness like bearing one’s throat to a wolf. I try not to let my consternation confuse her primal instincts.
“Good morning Margie darling, what good news do you have for me today?” I glance down the bed at Theo, lying naked and on his stomach, feet in the air and crossed at the ankle. He’s reading my latest manuscript and moving his lips. Truly inspirational.
“Nigel, where is it? You said it would be on my desk this morning and it isn’t, what am I suppose to tell Elliott? My heart can’t take this Nigel, it really can’t, you have to get it here! What’s the problem? Should I send a courier? Tell me to send a courier. I want to hear you say that right now – ‘Oh Margie, here it is, send a courier’, tell me you’re going to say that Nigel.”
I study my nails as she rasps in my ear, far too many Pall Malls for my girl Margie.
“I'm doing some last minute editing” I glance at Theo again, “I’ll get back to you, how’s that?”
“Get back to me? There is no getting back to me, it’s me sending out the hounds Nigel, it’s me hiring the swat team, you don’t get back to people. You malinger, that’s right, you’re a malingerer and don’t you deny it, no you don’t!”
She moans then, this little pasty sound that gurgles from the pit of her throat and I hold the phone away from my ear and pick at a thread on my robe. I wait until I can hear her gasping for breath again.
“Look peapod,” I soothe, “You don’t want me to turn in something I’m not satisfied with do you? I have to make sure the piece is riveting as well as charming and subtle. I have to make sure you’ll be happy love, I only live for your happiness. How long has it been… 15 years? 20? Margie you and I have always been a team. Trust me on this. Just trust me.” Theo has rolled up onto his side, taking the manuscript with him and it’s getting warm in my robe and light in my head.
“Well… has he?” I hear the flick of her fifty dollar lighter and the scuffing of a glass ashtray pulled across the desk.
“Not yet, but wait for it, he’s just getting to the good bits” I lick my lips and hold my breath.
“I swear to god, I will never represent another pretentious fag who won’t turn in a manuscript if it doesn’t give his boyfriend an erection!”
I smile lazily and shrug, even though I know she can’t see it.
“What can I say?” I purr into the phone, “It’s a gift.”
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Date: 2003-09-19 08:49 am (UTC)Yes. This one gets a big fat YES. ;-)
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Date: 2003-09-19 09:18 am (UTC)Thanks! *big wet sloppy smooch*
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Date: 2003-09-19 06:59 pm (UTC)I love it :)
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Date: 2003-09-19 07:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-20 11:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-20 11:22 am (UTC)very nice. the imagry is just overwhelming - in the GOOD way, of course. ^__^
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Date: 2003-09-20 11:38 am (UTC)Yeah Margie is sitting at her desk in my head, surrounded by stacks of overflowing manilla folders and a couple of ashtrays brimming to the gills, she wears her glasses on a chain around her neck!
I'm actually a little scared of her, good thing she's always after Nigel instead of me!
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Date: 2003-09-20 11:40 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-09-21 06:14 am (UTC)