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peg22Okay, this follows after Troyswann's snippet . . .
just one of a hundred scenarios . . .
don't hate me because he's beautiful . . .
Hutch: Starsky . . .
(soft snore)
Hutch: Starsky.
(soft snore)
Hutch: STARSKY!
Starsky: You don't have to yell.
Hutch: What are you doing here?
Starsky: Sleeping, until a minute ago.
Hutch: I thought you had a date.
Starsky: Did.
Hutch: And?
Starsky: And now it's over.
Hutch: Over? This early?
Starsky: Over.
Hutch: So why are you here? Lost the way to your place?
Hutch heads for the kitchen and puts on some hot water.
Starsky: So, what did you do after I left?
Hutch: Cried in my beer.
Starsky joins him at the sink.
Starsky: Really?
Hutch: No, not really - played some pool, talked to Huggy.
Starsky: Oh . . . meet anyone?
Hutch: Yes, he's waiting in the car - kind of inconvenient with you here, though.
Starsky: Oh, jeez, Hutch, I never, I'm sor . . . oh hell . . .
Hutch: Starsky - I'm kidding.
Starsky: Good.
Hutch: Good? Why good?
Starsky: Didn't want to leave.
Hutch: Never ask you to.
Starsky: Even if . . .
Hutch: Oh,sure, well then - yeah, you might have to go.
Starsky: Really?
Hutch: Unless you wanted to make it a threesome?
Starsky quickly moves back into the living room.
Hutch: I'm kidding, Starsk - jeez, you are jumpy.
Starsky: Don't kid. It's not funny.
Hutch: No its not - you standing there looking at me like that.
Starsky: I'm not looking at you like anything.
Hutch: You're exhausting - should never have told you anything.
Starsky: But you did.
Hutch: Tag, you're it.
Starsky: What?
Hutch: I volleyed - now you return.
Starsky: Hutch, I told you . . .
Hutch: What you tell me has nothing to do with what you are doing here.
Starsky: Just wanted to see you.
Hutch: Why?
Starsky: dunno - I have to have a reason?
Hutch: Not in my book. You can stay here forever if you want.
Starsky: Forever?
Hutch: are all your answers questions?
Starsky: why don't you like brunettes?
Hutch: Apparently so. I never said I didn't like brunettes.
Starsky: said you preferred blondes.
Hutch: so?
Starsky: isn't it obvious?
Hutch: not so much.
Starsky: I'm not blond.
Hutch: (sits on the couch, exhausted) Really?
Starsky: Well, you don't prefer blonds.
Hutch: and you know this because . . .
Starsky: Because you prefer me.
Hutch: and you know this because . . .
Starsky: (joins Hutch on the couch)Tell the truth, Hutch.
Hutch: That's what I've been doing all night.
Starsky: You like me.
Hutch: Not as much as I did before this conversation started.
Starsky: I'm serious.
Hutch: No you're not - if you were serious, you'd be naked by now.
Starsky: Quit kidding around.
Hutch: Not kidding - you look great naked.
Starsky: (starts to say something - stops - says something else) Really?
Hutch: Please - you know that.
Starsky: No, I mean, really - like in a man way?
Hutch: Starsk - you look good any way.
Starsky: Really?
Hutch: Really. Your ass drives me crazy.
Starsky: Really? In these jeans?
Hutch: Oh my God, what have I created?
Starsky: I'm serious, Hutch. I thought maybe they were too tight . . .
Hutch: There's no such thing.
just one of a hundred scenarios . . .
don't hate me because he's beautiful . . .
Hutch: Starsky . . .
(soft snore)
Hutch: Starsky.
(soft snore)
Hutch: STARSKY!
Starsky: You don't have to yell.
Hutch: What are you doing here?
Starsky: Sleeping, until a minute ago.
Hutch: I thought you had a date.
Starsky: Did.
Hutch: And?
Starsky: And now it's over.
Hutch: Over? This early?
Starsky: Over.
Hutch: So why are you here? Lost the way to your place?
Hutch heads for the kitchen and puts on some hot water.
Starsky: So, what did you do after I left?
Hutch: Cried in my beer.
Starsky joins him at the sink.
Starsky: Really?
Hutch: No, not really - played some pool, talked to Huggy.
Starsky: Oh . . . meet anyone?
Hutch: Yes, he's waiting in the car - kind of inconvenient with you here, though.
Starsky: Oh, jeez, Hutch, I never, I'm sor . . . oh hell . . .
Hutch: Starsky - I'm kidding.
Starsky: Good.
Hutch: Good? Why good?
Starsky: Didn't want to leave.
Hutch: Never ask you to.
Starsky: Even if . . .
Hutch: Oh,sure, well then - yeah, you might have to go.
Starsky: Really?
Hutch: Unless you wanted to make it a threesome?
Starsky quickly moves back into the living room.
Hutch: I'm kidding, Starsk - jeez, you are jumpy.
Starsky: Don't kid. It's not funny.
Hutch: No its not - you standing there looking at me like that.
Starsky: I'm not looking at you like anything.
Hutch: You're exhausting - should never have told you anything.
Starsky: But you did.
Hutch: Tag, you're it.
Starsky: What?
Hutch: I volleyed - now you return.
Starsky: Hutch, I told you . . .
Hutch: What you tell me has nothing to do with what you are doing here.
Starsky: Just wanted to see you.
Hutch: Why?
Starsky: dunno - I have to have a reason?
Hutch: Not in my book. You can stay here forever if you want.
Starsky: Forever?
Hutch: are all your answers questions?
Starsky: why don't you like brunettes?
Hutch: Apparently so. I never said I didn't like brunettes.
Starsky: said you preferred blondes.
Hutch: so?
Starsky: isn't it obvious?
Hutch: not so much.
Starsky: I'm not blond.
Hutch: (sits on the couch, exhausted) Really?
Starsky: Well, you don't prefer blonds.
Hutch: and you know this because . . .
Starsky: Because you prefer me.
Hutch: and you know this because . . .
Starsky: (joins Hutch on the couch)Tell the truth, Hutch.
Hutch: That's what I've been doing all night.
Starsky: You like me.
Hutch: Not as much as I did before this conversation started.
Starsky: I'm serious.
Hutch: No you're not - if you were serious, you'd be naked by now.
Starsky: Quit kidding around.
Hutch: Not kidding - you look great naked.
Starsky: (starts to say something - stops - says something else) Really?
Hutch: Please - you know that.
Starsky: No, I mean, really - like in a man way?
Hutch: Starsk - you look good any way.
Starsky: Really?
Hutch: Really. Your ass drives me crazy.
Starsky: Really? In these jeans?
Hutch: Oh my God, what have I created?
Starsky: I'm serious, Hutch. I thought maybe they were too tight . . .
Hutch: There's no such thing.
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Date: 2006-01-31 11:55 pm (UTC)I need closure on that anecdote!
I love it - I wish we could resurrect the guys as they were in 1975 and film the entire thing. It would be the lost episode that we always, always really wanted to see!
Well, those of us who actually HAD TVs in 1975 and were old enough to watch the show, which wasn't me... Sigh...
So...
When you gonna write more?
Huh?
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Date: 2006-02-01 04:05 am (UTC)just did a little more.
wanna take over the reins?
K
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Date: 2006-02-01 12:17 am (UTC)Starsky: So, what did you do after I left?
Hutch: Cried in my beer.
HA!!! Egad, I can so see it, the deadpan beauty of it.
Hutch: are all your answers questions?
Starsky: why don't you like brunettes?
Hutch: Apparently so. I never said I didn't like brunettes.
Har! Oh, oh Hutch. You long-suffering darling, you!
Starsky: You like me.
Hutch: Not as much as I did before this conversation started.
Dear Kaye, please marry me, love, Sal
Yay!
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Date: 2006-02-01 04:06 am (UTC)yes, Ill marry you - if you write me an angsty gorgeous snippet every day!
Kaye
(and make more and more icons . . .)
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Date: 2006-02-01 04:52 am (UTC)Well, since it's Sal... I guess I can share.
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Date: 2006-02-01 05:12 am (UTC)snirk!
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Date: 2006-02-01 12:27 am (UTC)*omgodwtfhowcanoustuopthereyou'redrivingmecrazywithhthelust...O.o*
:D:D:D:D
You are *wonderful* :D
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Date: 2006-02-01 05:27 am (UTC)lust is good, right?!
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Date: 2006-02-01 01:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-01 05:27 am (UTC)(did that come out right?)
:)
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Date: 2006-02-01 12:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-01 01:17 am (UTC):)
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Date: 2006-02-01 02:22 am (UTC)This is wonderful. But why did it stop there? Hint Hint
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Date: 2006-02-01 03:39 am (UTC)Finish it!!!
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Date: 2006-02-01 04:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-06 02:00 pm (UTC)Just wanted to tell you, I love the way you have them talking to each other - it IS like watching a volleyball match. (heh, I said "ball")
I laughed out loud when I got to this:
Hutch: Cried in my beer.
Are you going to write more? Huh?