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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
mariez:
Good Afternoon - wow - so many great quotes today - thanks!
I always liked this little exchange from Chapter 3, as they are leaving Dr. Sampson's office:
“You want ta go home now?” Ellery said as they left.
“Yeah I’d like ta. But I got ta make a stop. Nate asked me ta bring in some business cards to the bar an I couldn’t say no. You did say you approved, right?”
“You still flirtin with that guy? I’ll punch his lights out if he calls ya ‘Buttercup,’ Ennis, an I ain’t foolin.”
Ennis smiled tightly. “He ain’t the ‘Buttercup’ type. If I were ta guess I would say he would be the type ta call a guy ‘Daddy’ or somethin weird. I had some kid come up ta me Saturday night an say ‘Hey Daddy you want ta get down on the dance floor?’ an I said ‘No but I’d be glad ta stand ya in the corner an make ya miss supper.’”
Ellery laughed. “I take it he didn’t ask twice.”
You know, I don't know why I always think of Ellery as the funny one - he might not do it as often, but when Ennis comes up with a funny line - it's really funny! Nice to have these little exchanges in the middle of all the angst over the AIDS testing.
Thanks - Marie
MaineWriter:
Re-readers...chapters 6 to 10 today.
http://louisev.livejournal.com/51486.html
I have to rush off to Bangor ... right now... so I don't have time for quotes. Ack! I will leave that up to you guys, okay?
Leslie
louisev:
Filling in as Quote Mistress today, one of denizens of the Red Stallion who turns out later to be a villain, is Arthur Lang, who, for those who were fans of the "Oz" series, I patterned quite obviously on Vern Schillinger, the head of the Aryans, who loved to call the other inmates by flower names:
Rudy poured him a shot of whiskey as he slid onto the barstool. “Everythin all right with you an Ellery then?”
Ennis frowned. “What are you talkin about?”
“Well ya know... I thought maybe there were fireworks or somethin, you not comin in, goin out campin ta kiss an make up an all.”
“It wasn’t like that at all. Rudy can’t you fer once mind yer own business? Yer worse’n Wayne.”
“An not half as pretty as him either. Hey there Buttercup, been missin ya.” A familiar low rasp greeted Ennis and he half turned to the swarthy, leering face of Arthur Lang.
“Lang why don’t ya just shut up an get drunk an happy so I don’t have ta kick yer ass tonight okay?” Ennis grumbled.
“Why Buttercup, you know I come in here just ta see you!” Lang made a feint toward patting Ennis on the cheek and he dodged.
“Don’t,” Ennis growled.
“Ooooh, you are such a hardass.” Lang knew how far he could go, though, and slid onto a barstool, giving Ennis a little room. “Bud,” he said to Rudy. “Where the hell is Wayne anyway, he used ta show up here from time ta time after he got canned...”
“Sick,” came a sad voice from the office. It was Lauren, leaning on the doorway, eyes red, and it looked like he had been crying.
“Sick?” Ennis said.
“Sick, real sick. In the hospital sick. With some kinda pneumonia that you only get when you get ... you know.”
“He got AIDS?” Rudy asked, setting Lang’s beer down and turning to the shaken youth.
Lauren nodded, as if not daring to say it aloud.
Lang blinked. “Well shit... poor Wayne. Where they got em, Lauren?”
“Ivinson a course. Since he’s out a job he ain’t got no insurance anymore...”
“I think somebody should tell Ellery don’t you Buttercup?” Lang said, looking pointedly at Ennis.
“I think somebody ought a stop callin me things that make me wanna punch em out, Lang. So you just drink yer beer an shut up.”
louisev:
Another quote from Chapter 6, which is, for Ennis - and for the entire bar, a Bad Saturday Night:
There was a high squeal as Leon dashed over to the bar, clutching at Ennis’s arm. “They’re goin outside! There’s gonna be bloodshed, I just know it!” Ennis saw that Lang and Leon’s burly boyfriend were indeed making for the back door.
“Well Leon you got what you wanted. Too big dudes fightin over ya. I guess you get ta go home with the one who’s still standin,” he smiled tightly.
“You have ta stop them!” Leon wailed.
“Not if they ain’t in the bar I don’t. If you want ta call a cop go ahead, an he can get an ambulance if there’s any broken bones.”
To Ennis’s surprise, Leon drew his hand back and slapped him hard on the cheek. “You asshole!” he shrieked, and Ennis grabbed his wrist, tightly, holding the thin boy up by the wrist until he rose on tiptoes, sobbing, Ennis’s face turning bright pink with Leon’s hand print outlined starkly against the pale flesh.
“Now listen boy, you keep yer hands offa me and don’t try that shit again unless you want ta have me spank your ass till yer sobbin fer yer momma.”
“Lemme go!” Ennis unclenched his wrist, turning roughly away, and Leon ran out of the bar, sobbing.
“Another satisfied customer,” Rudy commented softly, looking down the bar as Lauren brought Ennis’s beer. Ennis downed it rapidly, and looked at his watch. It was only 10 p.m.
Sort of makes the Saturday nights they've had recently look a mite tame!
louisev:
In Chapter 7, Ennis's bad day is not without its silver lining, as he makes his way home to "Officer Darlin." I quoted this in part because it contains Fred's favorite Ennis line: "That too." It's also notable for fitting in Ennis's distinct fetish for Ellery's uniform - nothing like ending a twenty year stretch of fearing larger society by getting a blowjob from an officer of the law, wearing his hat!
By the time Ennis got home, he was half drunk, depressed, and exhausted. He dropped the keys to the front door twice before Ellery opened it for him, wearing nothing but his cutoff denim shorts, a large glass of beer in his hand.
“Ennis you look terrible. Is everything okay?”
“No. Wanna go ta bed.”
“Okay. Bed sleep or bed fuckin?”
“Bed,” He said, dropping his hat on the recliner, popping the snaps on his shirt. His face still showed bright pink on one cheek where Leon had slapped him, and he went into the bathroom, dropping his pants and stepping into the shower almost as soon as the water lost its cold edge. Ellery trailed him in, leaning in the doorway, sipping.
“Somethin happen?”
“Yeah, somethin always happens,” Ennis said. “Rudy is a nosy ass sumbitch, Lauren is havin a nervous breakdown cause Wayne’s got AIDS, Lang is hittin on some other biker’s little bitch fem boyfriend who slapped me because I wouldn’t break em up when they went outside ta settle it with fists, an I don’t want ta fly ta Denver an why the fuck did Jack have ta go off with Justin Worrell an get his head bashed in?” he ended his diatribe with a sob, shutting the water off and sagging against the wall, naked, dripping, and defeated.
“Aw... sweetheart... you shoulda just come home. C’mere.”
“I’m tired, Ellery, I’m real fuckin tired.”
“I know.” Ellery grabbed a large bath towel and wrapped it around Ennis’s trembling shoulders. “Come on an lie down. Yer drunk.”
“Yeah I’m drunk, you know how I get when I’m drunk.”
“Usually horny as hell,” he said softly, breathing into his ear, rubbing his arms with the towel.
“That too.”
“That part we can take care of, don’t you worry.”
“Okay,” Ennis said, his face carved into a deep frown. Ellery rubbed up his arms with the towel, drying him, and then walked him slowly out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
“You want me ta put my uniform on fer this?”
Ennis smiled slightly. “Maybe the hat.”
“Okay, the hat. It’s not a hat by the way, it’s technically a beret.” Ellery reached up into the closet and put his uniform beret on, which he only wore if he was appearing at an official event, or in court. He posed, the cutoff denims revealing more than they hid, his long legs accentuated by their briefness, just barely hanging from the bones of his hips and revealing the faint dark line of hair widening out to his pubes beneath his hollow belly.
“Beret then.”
“Okay you climb in there, an tell Officer Darlin what he can do to you.”
Ennis thought, his eyes glazed with that edge of drunkenness that could easily turn to lust if properly triggered, staring at the bizarre sight of Ellery, nearly naked, wearing his uniform hat and nearly nothing else, crawling toward him on the bed, now climbing between his open thighs.
“Suck me, darlin...” he rasped, his head falling back as he relaxed into arousal, trying to wipe the litany of prodding pains from his mind, gasping softly as Ellery’s hot mouth overtook his cock and began to suck on it, stiffening, his hips rising off the bed. “Ohh... yeahhhh....” he fell into a sort of dazed dream, gazing down at the beret as it slid off the side of Ellery’s head, black mass of hair flying free and tickling his thighs, and he thrust up and into his hot mouth, “suck me... boy,” he moaned, forgetting momentarily his anxieties about the coming week, the arguing men at the bar, Rudy with his grasping, lascivious hands rubbing up Lauren’s back... a host of disturbing images wiped away leaving only the erotic vision of his lover’s mouth swallowing him whole, accompanied by the arousing noise of sucking, and he wouldn’t last, he couldn’t last under this onslaught.... he grabbed onto the pillow with his hands, bucking up, forcing his cock into Ellery’s hot throat, needing it, his throat pulsing hard with his racing heartbeat as he felt himself nearly float up off the bed, the hat spinning and rolling before flipping over, forgotten, in the middle of the bed, as a torrent of pleasure washed through him and he cried out, a sharp, sobbing sound, and spurted a jet of semen into Ellery’s sucking mouth, before falling back on the bed, panting heavily.
Ellery rose to his elbows and looked up at the half-open eyes, reached out and snagged his uniform hat, putting it back on his head and smirking.
“Will that be all sir?”
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