alexdraven: close up of an eye with goth makeup (Mal)
( Jan. 15th, 2004 05:33 pm)
She's not even naked, and nothing about this situation is different from a hundred other jobs, and it would be really unprofessional to jump up and rummage through her street clothes to find her phone, and even if she did, who was she going to call? So she's going to just sit here and do her job. Sit here and keep on adjusting the angle of her ankles on teetering heels and keep on biting her lip and twisting her hair around her fingers and following the god damned directions because Tony had thought of her for this, not any of the other girls. And this guy had paid Ezzy on the spot, shaking Ezzy's boyfriend by the hand when he came by to pick her up and then peeling off the notes, which meant he was already leagues ahead of some jobs, and really, truly, nothing had changed, so chill, babe, chill.

Damnit, no modelling job had gotten to her like this since the time Kyle had whipped out a razor and a tub of Directions and challenged her to turn herself into a natural blue for him in front of the camera, back when she was 17 and new to London. No way was she letting this guy with his pathetic little toy box and his overheated studio get under her skin, no matter how she could feel his eyes heavy on her, or how much he touched her setting up his posses, or how many times he called her sweetheart. She just wasn't.
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alexdraven: close up of an eye with goth makeup (Mal)
( Jan. 15th, 2004 05:33 pm)
She's not even naked, and nothing about this situation is different from a hundred other jobs, and it would be really unprofessional to jump up and rummage through her street clothes to find her phone, and even if she did, who was she going to call? So she's going to just sit here and do her job. Sit here and keep on adjusting the angle of her ankles on teetering heels and keep on biting her lip and twisting her hair around her fingers and following the god damned directions because Tony had thought of her for this, not any of the other girls. And this guy had paid Ezzy on the spot, shaking Ezzy's boyfriend by the hand when he came by to pick her up and then peeling off the notes, which meant he was already leagues ahead of some jobs, and really, truly, nothing had changed, so chill, babe, chill.

Damnit, no modelling job had gotten to her like this since the time Kyle had whipped out a razor and a tub of Directions and challenged her to turn herself into a natural blue for him in front of the camera, back when she was 17 and new to London. No way was she letting this guy with his pathetic little toy box and his overheated studio get under her skin, no matter how she could feel his eyes heavy on her, or how much he touched her setting up his posses, or how many times he called her sweetheart. She just wasn't.
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Note : I actually don't know enough about Nsync/Backstreet's chronology to be sure that it does fit with Walker's, but seeing as the idea insisted on showing up, and it's actually really hard to try and find singles charts for 5 years hence, I'm going to let this go out, although it might not be 'canon' for the story as a whole. The boy's general attitude to each other's music tastes, however, really is. Set the first Christmas after Luke and Walker got together, just before their 1 year anniversary.

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Luke was doing his level best to remember why it was a good thing that Jenna was throwing a 'homeless for Christmas' party this year when Walker bumped open the study door with his hip. The stack of CD's his boyfriend dumped on the desk didn't do a whole lot to help the mental argument.

"Here you go – cheesy Christmas music from the vaults, just for Jenna."

OK, so maybe Walker's smile and the feeling of Walker's hands trailing down the back of his neck were pretty good things, but Luke was fairly sure he could have gotten them anyway, so that still wasn't actually a positive for the party.

"Hey babes." He smiled, leaning back into the touches. "How's it going in the catering department?"

Luke scanned the cd spines while Walker grumbled good naturedly about the trials and tribulations of sharing a kitchen with Jenna and a deadline.

"Walker?" Luke interrupted after a while. "Please tell me you didn’t buy these at any point? These are school disco leftovers or something, right?"

Read more... )
Note : I actually don't know enough about Nsync/Backstreet's chronology to be sure that it does fit with Walker's, but seeing as the idea insisted on showing up, and it's actually really hard to try and find singles charts for 5 years hence, I'm going to let this go out, although it might not be 'canon' for the story as a whole. The boy's general attitude to each other's music tastes, however, really is. Set the first Christmas after Luke and Walker got together, just before their 1 year anniversary.

******

Luke was doing his level best to remember why it was a good thing that Jenna was throwing a 'homeless for Christmas' party this year when Walker bumped open the study door with his hip. The stack of CD's his boyfriend dumped on the desk didn't do a whole lot to help the mental argument.

"Here you go – cheesy Christmas music from the vaults, just for Jenna."

OK, so maybe Walker's smile and the feeling of Walker's hands trailing down the back of his neck were pretty good things, but Luke was fairly sure he could have gotten them anyway, so that still wasn't actually a positive for the party.

"Hey babes." He smiled, leaning back into the touches. "How's it going in the catering department?"

Luke scanned the cd spines while Walker grumbled good naturedly about the trials and tribulations of sharing a kitchen with Jenna and a deadline.

"Walker?" Luke interrupted after a while. "Please tell me you didn’t buy these at any point? These are school disco leftovers or something, right?"

Read more... )
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