This is what I do at work.
Jun. 2nd, 2003 09:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anxietygrrlThis isn't the fic I intended to write yesterday, but it's something I pulled out of my notebook that I thought might entertain a few people. It's just a silly little continuation of the 'Morning After the Night Before' day, but not substantial enough to ground a sequel, and nothing that warrants being added to the original. I'm not even sure it's any good, seeing as I'm running on no sleep right now, and I did write it between pouring lattes. The only place it might deserve to see the light of day is here, so here it is.
Lorelai barreled through the lobby of the Dragonfly and into the kitchen shouting, "Sookie! Sookie Sookie Sookie Sookie Sookie Sookie...!"
Her best friend and business partner emerged from behind the giant freezer door with an armful of Cornish game hens. "Yes, I'm here already, jeez. What is it?"
"Can I help you with your tiny naked chickens?"
"You can carry them over to the counter to thaw." She carefully deposited her frozen burden into Lorelai's arms and turned to delve next into the giant refrigerator. "On the segment of the cutting board clearly labeled 'poultry only' please!"
"Yes ma'am." Lorelai dumped the birds with a 'thud' and skittered surreptitously after one that bounced off the counter and tried to roll to freedom. She shrugged off her coat and hung it on the corner of a pantry shelf. "So I'll just wait for you to get your head out of the fridge, then. That's fine. It's not like I had anything important --"
"Lorelai. Honey. What are you wearing?" Sookie's face was quizzical, but there was a hint of deduction in her eyes.
Lorelai's eyes were wide with feigned bemusement. "Hm? Whatever do you mean?" She looked down at herself and plucked at the tail of the worn flannel shirt. "You mean this? I'm thinking of calling him 'Scott', but I haven't decided yet."
"Scott looks strangely familiar to me." She approached for a closer examination. "I think I've seen Scott somewhere before."
"That is very possible."
"Not really your style, though."
"Not usually, you're right. But this morning, I don't know, something about him spoke to me."
"Did he say, 'Lorelai, wear me to work and taunt Sookie with me and coyly dance around how you acquired me while barely suppressing a big, dopey grin?'"
Lorelai gasped. "How did you know!"
Both women were beginning to bounce giddily on the balls of their feet. "All right, I will have no more of this shilly-shallying and skullduggery! I know a boyfriend shirt when I see one, and that is a boyfriend shirt! And unless you're dating Eddie Vedder in 1991..."
"Luke's my boyfriend!"
After the requisite hugging and squealing and jumping up and down, Sookie proclaimed, "Yay! And, wow. And finally. And last night?"
"I know, it happened so fast, but all of a sudden it just felt right, and there was no reason for it not to happen, you know? Seriously, Sook. Best Oscar night ever. Oh, and 'Oscar night' is now a euphemism for sex." She picked up a carrot stick from a pile of prepped vegetables and crunched into it enthusiastically.
"Whoo, jumping right into the deep end, are we?"
"Head first, with no lifeguard on duty. And it's not just me. He kissed me this morning. In the diner. In front of God and Miss Patty. I'm surprised it's not on CNN by now."
"Aw, you guys are going to be our own little Bennifer!"
Lorelai clapped a hand to her chest in mock outrage. "That is offensive and uncalled for and you're going to have to take it back immediately."
"You're absolutely right. Besides, Luke's probably more the 'punch the paparazzi' type."
"How wrong is it that that sounds sexy to me now?"
Sookie giggled. "You think Luke is sexy!"
"Shut up!"
"You do! You're thinking sexy Luke thoughts right now!"
"Stop it, I am not!" she protested, but she was grinning fiercely and fingering the cuffs of her shirt.
"Do I need to leave you and Scott alone for a while?"
"Sookie!" She smacked her arm.
"Lorelai!"
"Luke's my boyfriend!"
"I know!"
"And it's scary and wonderful and I am so happy..."
"Oh, now you stop! You're going to make me cry." She waved her hands in front of her eyes.
"If you cry you're going to make me cry!" Lorelai sniffed and blinked rapidly. "And then we'll be crying in front of the tiny naked chickens, and what will that get us? Nothing but wet chickens." She wiped her eyes on her sleeve. "I should be anxious and worried and terrified, Sookie."
"But you're not."
"No. I'm a little nervous and a little surprised, but mostly I'm just..." She smiled softly. "I'm in love."
"That does it," Sookie declared. "It's no use." She bit her bottom lip, shook her head, and wrapped her friend in a hug. "Bring on the wet chickens."
Lorelai barreled through the lobby of the Dragonfly and into the kitchen shouting, "Sookie! Sookie Sookie Sookie Sookie Sookie Sookie...!"
Her best friend and business partner emerged from behind the giant freezer door with an armful of Cornish game hens. "Yes, I'm here already, jeez. What is it?"
"Can I help you with your tiny naked chickens?"
"You can carry them over to the counter to thaw." She carefully deposited her frozen burden into Lorelai's arms and turned to delve next into the giant refrigerator. "On the segment of the cutting board clearly labeled 'poultry only' please!"
"Yes ma'am." Lorelai dumped the birds with a 'thud' and skittered surreptitously after one that bounced off the counter and tried to roll to freedom. She shrugged off her coat and hung it on the corner of a pantry shelf. "So I'll just wait for you to get your head out of the fridge, then. That's fine. It's not like I had anything important --"
"Lorelai. Honey. What are you wearing?" Sookie's face was quizzical, but there was a hint of deduction in her eyes.
Lorelai's eyes were wide with feigned bemusement. "Hm? Whatever do you mean?" She looked down at herself and plucked at the tail of the worn flannel shirt. "You mean this? I'm thinking of calling him 'Scott', but I haven't decided yet."
"Scott looks strangely familiar to me." She approached for a closer examination. "I think I've seen Scott somewhere before."
"That is very possible."
"Not really your style, though."
"Not usually, you're right. But this morning, I don't know, something about him spoke to me."
"Did he say, 'Lorelai, wear me to work and taunt Sookie with me and coyly dance around how you acquired me while barely suppressing a big, dopey grin?'"
Lorelai gasped. "How did you know!"
Both women were beginning to bounce giddily on the balls of their feet. "All right, I will have no more of this shilly-shallying and skullduggery! I know a boyfriend shirt when I see one, and that is a boyfriend shirt! And unless you're dating Eddie Vedder in 1991..."
"Luke's my boyfriend!"
After the requisite hugging and squealing and jumping up and down, Sookie proclaimed, "Yay! And, wow. And finally. And last night?"
"I know, it happened so fast, but all of a sudden it just felt right, and there was no reason for it not to happen, you know? Seriously, Sook. Best Oscar night ever. Oh, and 'Oscar night' is now a euphemism for sex." She picked up a carrot stick from a pile of prepped vegetables and crunched into it enthusiastically.
"Whoo, jumping right into the deep end, are we?"
"Head first, with no lifeguard on duty. And it's not just me. He kissed me this morning. In the diner. In front of God and Miss Patty. I'm surprised it's not on CNN by now."
"Aw, you guys are going to be our own little Bennifer!"
Lorelai clapped a hand to her chest in mock outrage. "That is offensive and uncalled for and you're going to have to take it back immediately."
"You're absolutely right. Besides, Luke's probably more the 'punch the paparazzi' type."
"How wrong is it that that sounds sexy to me now?"
Sookie giggled. "You think Luke is sexy!"
"Shut up!"
"You do! You're thinking sexy Luke thoughts right now!"
"Stop it, I am not!" she protested, but she was grinning fiercely and fingering the cuffs of her shirt.
"Do I need to leave you and Scott alone for a while?"
"Sookie!" She smacked her arm.
"Lorelai!"
"Luke's my boyfriend!"
"I know!"
"And it's scary and wonderful and I am so happy..."
"Oh, now you stop! You're going to make me cry." She waved her hands in front of her eyes.
"If you cry you're going to make me cry!" Lorelai sniffed and blinked rapidly. "And then we'll be crying in front of the tiny naked chickens, and what will that get us? Nothing but wet chickens." She wiped her eyes on her sleeve. "I should be anxious and worried and terrified, Sookie."
"But you're not."
"No. I'm a little nervous and a little surprised, but mostly I'm just..." She smiled softly. "I'm in love."
"That does it," Sookie declared. "It's no use." She bit her bottom lip, shook her head, and wrapped her friend in a hug. "Bring on the wet chickens."
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Awwwwww!
Date: 2003-06-02 11:39 am (UTC)But hee! I love this! So cute! Tiny little ficlet of joy. ::flaps around excitedly::
*sigh* I wuv those two. Canon annoyances aside and all. *sigh*
Re: Awwwwww!
Date: 2003-06-02 02:56 pm (UTC)You should be! How dare you have a social life!?
Oh, and keep an eye on your mailbox. ::singsong:: Somebody finally got to the poooost offiiiiiice....! ^_^
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Date: 2005-07-23 03:28 am (UTC)i love seeing Lorelai talking to Sookie about it, and the tiny wet chickens. and the fact she has named the flannel "Scott."
yay!
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Date: 2005-07-23 03:44 am (UTC)