Perverts for Love
Excerpts from IRC log, November 26, 2000 Francesca and AnnaS (with guest appearance by Margie)Cesca could see sort of doing a romance
Cesca: they met years ago, etc etc
Cesca: something sort of sexy and chaste
Cesca: Except Cesca sighs
Cesca: it's all just too...coincidental.
Cesca: Bugs me, that
anna: Man...now you have seriously got me thinking about a Jim/Blair story where Blair is, like, thirteen...
anna: Jim would be twentyish.
Cesca: Write it with me!
Cesca: And he saves him
anna: saves him?
Cesca: from a burning building
Cesca: in Kazanilastanskishan
anna: oh my god, what?
Cesca: And then!!
anna: you nut.
Cesca: They go make out somewhere
Cesca: in a barn
anna: how the hell did you type that?
Margie shakes her head at the pervs
Margie: am going to eat my dinner
Cesca: the local fire department — wearing turbans — hauls water by pail to the site of the fire
Cesca: is in a nearby Kibbutz. Obviously.
anna: That's just wacky, girl.
Cesca: But it has smooching and fire and a kibbutz...
Cesca pouts more
anna: I don't know if I'd be any good at co-writing. I tend to think of it as moneylending between friends. Dangerous...
Cesca: I hate you.
anna: But I'd read it avidly and with wails of joy if you wrote it.
Cesca: I might have to .
Cesca: Just cause
anna: yes, yes, yes!
Cesca: I like fire and smooching and underaged boys kissing soldiers in barns.
Cesca: So there.
anna looks warily at Ces who likes fire.
anna: How about we both write one, and compare as we go?
Cesca: The great Underaged Sex in Kazanilastanskishan fic challenge!
anna: Um, no.
anna: The great Underaged Sex challenge.
Cesca: No Kazanilastanskishan? No fire?
Cesca: No barn?
anna: I will be remaining in Cascade.
Cesca rolls eyes
anna: No Kazanilastanskishan. No fire.
anna: Sorry. <g>
Cesca: Oh, all right.
Cesca: Take all the fun out.
anna: But I want to read yours, dear.
Cesca: No turbans?
Cesca: Put in at least one turban.
anna: No turbans for me, no.
Cesca: Like the deli guy.
anna: I'll try.
Cesca: It's an international city.
anna: And a fire of some kind.
Cesca: Fire and a turban.
anna: The great Underaged Fire and Turban Sex challenge.
Cesca: Like, it will be a demented cousin of my story. Or vice versa.
Cesca is happy now! Cesca comes close to anna and whispers anna leans in
Cesca: "You know, I have this thing, that when you're going to do what is an essentially silly and or embarrassing thing, you do it with lots of swagger."
anna lights a cigarette, kisses Cesca's cheek, leaving a red-lipsticked print.
Cesca: "So, see, if I'm gonna do an underaged Jim and Blair story — I want turbans, fire, camels, people gibbering in arabic, Naomi's gauzy dress catching fire, maybe trumpets. Faces smeared with dirt. A brass band. Muffins."
anna goes up on stage to sing a torch song.
anna: Mine will probably be rather mundane, I'm afraid.
anna: (Muffins? Well, those are always nice.)
Cesca: I just feel — go for it!
Cesca: Be loony.
Cesca: I get away with a lot of stuff by being OTT. Hesitation is fatal.
Cesca: I have little subtlety. You have, so you can do it.
Cesca mmmms to self
Cesca: What if
Cesca: has stayed in the closet
Cesca: his whole life
anna: I love that whole paragraph you wrote from turbans to muffins. anna says happily.
Cesca: ever since this weird incident with the camels and the muffins
Cesca: and kissing this weird dirty kid in a barn
Cesca: he thinks
Cesca: he's a pederast?
Cesca: I'm serious!
anna: that's a hoot. Cesca muses thoughtfully.
Cesca: Not knowing
Cesca: of course
anna: but it's really just his one true love!
anna: One True Love!
Cesca: that he's a sort of specifically tuned pervert, not one of the general variety.
Cesca: Oh, ok. Have it your way. One true love!
anna: Well, what do you mean by specifically tuned pervert? <g>
Cesca: I was thinking Specific Pervert.
anna: specifically tuned pervert = one true love
Cesca: Well, we're all perverts for love.
Cesca: <happy sigh>. You share my disturbing kink.
anna: I do.
Cesca: I love you.
anna: I love you.
anna: We're Akbar and Jeff!
Cesca: I find that my love for you is also a disturbing kink.
Cesca falls over
Cesca: Oh no!
Cesca: I look bad in a fez!
anna: That was such an Akbar and Jeff *line*!
anna: "I find that my love for you is also a disturbing kink"
Cesca: How true!
Cesca: We're our own cartoon!
Cesca: Sad, sad, sad. So sad. So very sad.
PS. After much pressure from me, and after trying to weasel out in every way including renaming herself The Fic-Writer Formally Known as Anna, Anna finally lived up to her contractual obligations in a technical sense by producing the following:
Once upon a time, Jim was a 40-year old man and Blair was a 7-year old boy in a turban. "Hi," said Jim, smiling.
"Want some candy?"
Blair stuck his thumb in his mouth.
"Are you lost?" Jim asked, kneeling next to the boy and looking around surreptitiously for the child's mother.
"My truck's right over here," Jim said. "Have you ever been in a truck?"
The child's angelic eyes lit up. "Twuck!" he cried.
"Very good," Jim said, reaching down into his front pocket and feeling around. "I think I have something for you...right here...somwhere....ahhhh, there it is...."
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