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rugbytackleTitle: Drinking The Night Away
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Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Totally not true, only entertaining myself.
Archive: rugbytackling
Summary: Saturday night. Drinking.
Notes: New here ::waves:: Also, first time writing this pairing.
Sean can’t remember when he started feeling like this. This old. He thinks it has something to do with his fellow cast members dancing around, drinking and enjoying themselves while he’s merely sitting there, drinking. Not enjoying himself.
But maybe it’s just the drinking. There was a time when drinking and enjoying went hand in hand. Now all drinking does is turn him into this. A grumpy, depressed, old man. Perhaps he should call it a night, or perhaps one more drink will make him forget.
“Are you done?”
He doesn’t look up, grunts something incoherent that can be interpreted as an attempt at polite conversation, if Viggo is as far gone as he is, that is.
“I think you’re done.”
He looks up, meeting Viggo’s eyes and seeing no signs of Viggo being drunk, but then again, drunk Viggo isn’t that much different from normal Viggo. Which, of course, is terribly unfair. “Done with what?” He mumbles.
“Wallowing.”
He almost opens his mouth to deny it, but decides against it, knowing that he is indeed wallowing. So what? A man should be allowed to wallow in peace, and besides, it’s not like he has anything better to do. “Not done.”
Viggo smiles and shakes his head before shrugging, “Fine. Resume wallowing then, I just thought,” his voice trails off there and he turns to walk away.
“Thank you, don’t think I won’t ,” he hears himself say, and he’s already thinking about getting another beer when the last part of Viggo’s sentence finally sinks in.
He gets out of his chair a little too quickly and has to wait a few seconds for the room to stop spinning, “Vig, wait.”
He meant to say the words, not bellow them out, and now everyone appears to be looking at him. Including a smirking Viggo. “Wait,” he says again.
Viggo steps a little closer, smirk still firmly in place when he asks, “I guess you’re done then?”
Sean nods. “I suppose.”
“Are you sure, because I could just ask...” Viggo lets his voice trail off once again, his eyes scanning the room as if he’s searching for someone else.
“Fuck you.”
Viggo turns his head instantly at Sean’s words and smiles, a genuine smile not at all resembling the earlier rather smug smirk. “Now you’re talking,” he says before turning around and making his way towards the exit.
Sean stands there for a few seconds, watching Viggo walk away and wondering what the hell he has been doing all night. Because he knows he’s not 25 anymore, and perhaps he isn’t able to hold his liquor the way he used to. But that’s no reason to spend his Saturday nights wallowing.
It’s not like he doesn’t have better things to do.
Author:
ullmanPairing: SB/VM
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Totally not true, only entertaining myself.
Archive: rugbytackling
Summary: Saturday night. Drinking.
Notes: New here ::waves:: Also, first time writing this pairing.
Sean can’t remember when he started feeling like this. This old. He thinks it has something to do with his fellow cast members dancing around, drinking and enjoying themselves while he’s merely sitting there, drinking. Not enjoying himself.
But maybe it’s just the drinking. There was a time when drinking and enjoying went hand in hand. Now all drinking does is turn him into this. A grumpy, depressed, old man. Perhaps he should call it a night, or perhaps one more drink will make him forget.
“Are you done?”
He doesn’t look up, grunts something incoherent that can be interpreted as an attempt at polite conversation, if Viggo is as far gone as he is, that is.
“I think you’re done.”
He looks up, meeting Viggo’s eyes and seeing no signs of Viggo being drunk, but then again, drunk Viggo isn’t that much different from normal Viggo. Which, of course, is terribly unfair. “Done with what?” He mumbles.
“Wallowing.”
He almost opens his mouth to deny it, but decides against it, knowing that he is indeed wallowing. So what? A man should be allowed to wallow in peace, and besides, it’s not like he has anything better to do. “Not done.”
Viggo smiles and shakes his head before shrugging, “Fine. Resume wallowing then, I just thought,” his voice trails off there and he turns to walk away.
“Thank you, don’t think I won’t ,” he hears himself say, and he’s already thinking about getting another beer when the last part of Viggo’s sentence finally sinks in.
He gets out of his chair a little too quickly and has to wait a few seconds for the room to stop spinning, “Vig, wait.”
He meant to say the words, not bellow them out, and now everyone appears to be looking at him. Including a smirking Viggo. “Wait,” he says again.
Viggo steps a little closer, smirk still firmly in place when he asks, “I guess you’re done then?”
Sean nods. “I suppose.”
“Are you sure, because I could just ask...” Viggo lets his voice trail off once again, his eyes scanning the room as if he’s searching for someone else.
“Fuck you.”
Viggo turns his head instantly at Sean’s words and smiles, a genuine smile not at all resembling the earlier rather smug smirk. “Now you’re talking,” he says before turning around and making his way towards the exit.
Sean stands there for a few seconds, watching Viggo walk away and wondering what the hell he has been doing all night. Because he knows he’s not 25 anymore, and perhaps he isn’t able to hold his liquor the way he used to. But that’s no reason to spend his Saturday nights wallowing.
It’s not like he doesn’t have better things to do.
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Date: 2004-08-29 04:29 pm (UTC)Nice just leaves you wanting more!
Thanks for sharing!
Love Tara
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Date: 2004-08-30 01:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-29 06:11 pm (UTC)A great first story; I really enjoyed it. I love the dynamics between Viggo and Sean, and how it frustrated Sean that he was getting older and that he was turning into a melancoloy (sorry, sp?)drunk. And I especially loved that Sean hated that Viggo drunk was the same as Viggo not drunk.
And the ending was great too, although it's got me wanting more!
Again, welcome. And I hope to see more from you in the future.
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Date: 2004-08-30 01:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-29 08:04 pm (UTC)drunk Viggo isn’t that much different from normal Viggo.
Ya know, I can totally see that.
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Date: 2004-08-30 01:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-29 08:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-30 01:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-30 02:56 am (UTC)I would think Viggo could draw anyone out of a bad mood!!!!
A wonderful first VigBean ficlet.
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Date: 2004-08-30 02:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-30 06:36 am (UTC)I loved this. It's not my usual pairing, but the idea rocks. :D:D:D
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Date: 2004-08-30 01:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-31 12:22 am (UTC)And I have corrupted another... *twisted* ;)
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Date: 2004-08-30 07:43 am (UTC)Lovely ficlet, makes me want to read more!
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Date: 2004-08-30 02:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-30 11:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-31 04:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-04 09:49 pm (UTC)Welcome, sorry for the late FB, thanks so much for sharing this lovely ficlet, and can't wait to read more SB/VM from you!
*rushes back out the door*
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Date: 2004-09-06 02:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-30 09:07 am (UTC)