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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
mariez:
Good Morning and Good Afternoon - it's probably lunchtime for you, Fabienne!
Thanks for the great quotes -
--- Quote from: belbbmfan on February 15, 2007, 07:33:26 am ---
Let's start with a conversation between Dupree and Mr. Oblivious :laugh:
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Good one, Fabienne! He really can be, can't he? Oblivious is adorable on Ennis! :laugh: :laugh:
It just hit me - when Nick first walked into the bar, Lance used the "Hello sailor" line on him, too - only this time he was right! LOL!
Something else that just hit me during the re-read back in Chapter 66:
“Mr. Ruskin will be right with you,” said the clerk, a sour-faced youth who looked like a college student.
“Tell em the Sheriff is waitin, son.”
“Right, I got that,” the boy said, pouting, and Ellery looked a little closer. Hair a little longer than regulation but not flowing like Ellery’s, dark brown eyes and an olive complexion – he looked very familiar, but Ellery couldn’t place him. Suddenly he was aware that the boy was staring back.
“Can I help you with somethin?”
“Excuse me fer starin, you just looked familiar.”
The youth shook his head, his frown deepening. “I know who you are Mr. Cantrell, but that is only from the newspaper.”
The first time we meet Larry Esteban - now we know what that frown is about!
Thanks!
Marie
belbbmfan:
--- Quote from: mariez on February 15, 2007, 07:52:51 am ---
Something else that just hit me during the re-read back in Chapter 66:
“Mr. Ruskin will be right with you,” said the clerk, a sour-faced youth who looked like a college student.
“Tell em the Sheriff is waitin, son.”
“Right, I got that,” the boy said, pouting, and Ellery looked a little closer. Hair a little longer than regulation but not flowing like Ellery’s, dark brown eyes and an olive complexion – he looked very familiar, but Ellery couldn’t place him. Suddenly he was aware that the boy was staring back.
“Can I help you with somethin?”
“Excuse me fer starin, you just looked familiar.”
The youth shook his head, his frown deepening. “I know who you are Mr. Cantrell, but that is only from the newspaper.”
The first time we meet Larry Esteban - now we know what that frown is about!
Thanks!
Marie
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You're right Marie. Somehow I completely overlooked that.
MaineWriter:
From chapter 68:
Lance went over to where Lauren was seated, looking dazed. Lauren looked up at him. “I guess somebody don’t want us ta open back up again,” he said slowly. “Could ya get me the brandy? It’s right up there on the third shelf, that half full bottle right there.”
“Sure,” Lance said, picking up one of the shot glasses Lauren had been polishing, and poured him a double shot, setting it in front of him. “I guess you guys really do need some security here.”
“Never used ta be this way,” Lauren said, accepting the glass and sipping on it.
Ennis hung up the phone, his face still registering shock “Lauren what’s yer number, I’ll call Simon an have em come down.”
“No! No... you do that he won’t let me work here no more.”
“Maybe that ain’t such a bad thing,” Ennis said doubtfully.
Lauren looked at Ennis. “I would a thought you of all people would understand, Ennis. After those Lang boys broke in an grabbed you, did that tell you it’s time ta move out a Ellery’s house an go back where ya came from?”
“Well, no, but that was...”
“Same damn thing,” Lauren said, raising his chin. “It’s the same damn thing. There’s some kind a anti-queer crime spree here an runnin away from it won’t solve it.”
They all froze when they heard a gunshot. “Oh Jesus,” Lauren whispered.
“We probly shouldn’t go out there,” Ennis said, his voice quavering.
“No, we shouldn’t,” Lance said, nodding, his own face pale with anxiety.
Then they heard a police siren.
Lauren reached out a trembling hand and rested it on Ennis’s arm. “He’s okay, Ennis.”
Ennis smiled faintly at Lauren. “Hope so.”
MaineWriter:
Chapter 70...you know, Lance was an okay guy at the beginning...
Ennis looked around quickly, but Dupree had gone in the Gents to wash up and change, and Lance was nowhere to be seen. He came around the bar and up behind Ellery, slipping his hands up his elbows and resting on his shoulders, mouth close to Ellery’s ear.
“I hope you ain’t too tired fer a little gettin fancy.”
Ellery’s breath quickened and he leaned back into Ennis’s half-embrace. “You know that is pretty hard ta turn down, sweetheart.”
Ennis nibbled lightly on Ellery’s earlobe. “Good. Then you can sleep in tomorrow.”
Lance came in through the back door, giving Ennis just enough time to step back from the embrace, but the look on their faces told him he had interrupted something. “Sorry, folks. I hope everythin went well tonight.”
“Yeah with the exception a my bartender gettin assaulted everythin was fine. I’ll get on that background check in the mornin an barrin any surprises if you don’t mind showin up between six an one Tuesdays through Saturdays you can have Sundays an Mondays off, or if ya just want part time ya can do Thursday Friday an Saturday, those are when we’re busiest.”
Lance smiled. “I do appreciate it, that’s gonna really help me out a lot. I’ll take the full time if ya can use the help.”
Ellery nodded. “Sure can, looks like we chased everybody out now, so you can go home.”
Lance reached out and shook Ellery’s hand, then Ennis’s. “I appreciate it. And I just wanted ta say... I think you two make a great couple.”
Ellery smiled, and Ennis blushed. “I always thought so,” Ellery said. “But thank you.”
“Do you know... has Dupree got anybody special right now?” Lance’s voice dropped.
“He just broke up with somebody... he’s a little...vulnerable,” Ellery said, straight-faced.
“Ellery,” Ennis said, warning in his voice.
“Ya might want ta give em some time,” Ellery added, looking sidelong at Ennis.
Lance nodded. “Sure, thanks for the advice. I’ll keep cool an see how things go.”
MaineWriter:
Okay, so I jumped the gun a little bit, re-readers, but only because chapter 71 has some of my most favorite scenes of all...
71-75 is the assignment.
http://louisev.livejournal.com/94387.html
Ennis smiled, but there was worry in his eyes. “Let’s not have the intimate chat under the shower, Ellery, come on now.”
“Sure,” Ellery picked up the soap and began to lather himself, then turned the shower head to spray down over Ennis’s back, rinsing Ennis first and then himself. Ennis hopped out of the shower and rubbed himself down in his practiced five-minute routine. Ellery was somewhat slower, washing his hair and then rubbing it into a damp tangle once Ennis had gone into the bedroom.
As usual, Ennis had made the bed with fresh sheets, and had turned it back neatly. When Ellery saw the crisp look of the bed, he was always tempted to make a quip about there being no mints on the pillows, but he enjoyed Ennis’s attention to bed-making so much he didn’t want to joke about it and discourage him.
Ennis combed his hair back in three or four easy strokes of the comb and hung up the towel, sitting down on his side of the bed. Ellery came in, fighting with his hair, and Ennis said “C’mere boy, lemme do that,” and pushed back on the bed, opening his knees. Ellery sat down on the floor, lotus-style, and Ennis took his comb from him, gently tugging at the damp locks to untangle and smooth them, as Ellery leaned back with a soft sigh, rubbing his hands down Ennis’s shins and feet, resting them there.
“You like me combin yer hair?”
“Yeah, I feel like Cinderella gettin ready fer the ball,” Ellery said with a chuckle.
“Yer more like Rapunzel gettin ready fer the Prince ain’t you?”
“Oh yer gonna call me Rapunzel now, huh? Ain’t my hair a little dark ta be Rapunzel?”
“I dunno, why can’t ya have a black hair Rapunzel?”
“Because she had golden hair, Ennis.”
“Well you ain’t a beautiful young girl neither, so I can still call ya Rapunzel. There, yer all combed out.”
Ellery reached up to smooth his hair back, and turned to peek up at Ennis. “You don’t seem to be in too wild a mood, I thought you’d be rarin ta go an yer just sittin there combin my hair like my grandma.”
“I dunno... I guess I’m feelin lucky, want ta just sit here an be with ya.”
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