[He sits up, mouth falling open in sheer outrage at all of that - implying that he might get dumped by Nina, first off, and saying castration like that, and the whole - all of it is just - ]
Look, mate, back off! Nina isn't going to dump me, first off, because I am not going to stare, and I don't ever, because I am devoted to her, understood. Second, I'm not a moron, and of course I'm not going to say that around her, and third I know she's not about to moon over me - Annie - because it's not like that between us, and fourth, I don't see what gives you the right to act like you're some - some - Betty Friedan, like you're the sensitive sort who just understands women just because you've -
[Right, no - even offended he's not going to end up where he could potentially end up if he wanted to do damage. It's just a party, that's all - nothing to get really worked up over.]
[His eyebrows raise a little, his face tightens a little, as he waits to hear how that sentence will end, because, yeah, he knows the real ending of that. Though sensitive sorts don't usually tear out women's throats and drink them dry, do they, and he might say that, if he were capable of joking about it, and if something in his chest didn't wrench the very thought of where sleeping with a lot of women usually ends him.
And why are they even talking about this, this is a party that they're planning. A happy fun drunky cheerful thing, for Annie. Can't they have happy fun drunky cheerful things? Jesus, but being supernatural sucks. Pun not intended.
So, okay, Mitchell rubs a hand over his face, over his mouth, and takes a breath, and says, dryly:]
George, I don't care about the rest of that shit, all I want t' know is, who the hell is Betty Friedan.
[And even though there's some thread of George that wants to keep on with it, some little angry bit that wants to not let it out of his teeth, he's gotten better lately at ignoring that part of him. And Mitchell is de-escalating the whole thing, and George would be an ass indeed to ignore that, so instead of snapping and snarling he goes for a disapproving:]
Who's Betty Friedan? Honestly, Mitchell, I know you don't read books, but that's simply inexcusable - Betty Friedan. Author of The Feminine Mystique. Seminal work of feminism. You're not serious.
[This time, when Mitchell raises his eyebrows, it's more of a I-can't-believe-the-words-that-are-coming-out-of-your-mouth sort of expression.]
Why would I know-- look, The Feminine Mystique sounds like the name of some sort of lady's hygiene wash, I'd read those words and my brain would immediately shut down.
In fact none of us are. In this room. There are not ladies in this room. As I am in fact a man. A man of some manliness. Thank you.
[He gives a great big scoff, leaning back in a manly fashion to show off his manly shoulders, and this is all ruined when he adds:]
And that? That is not even about feminism, Mitchell, that's just something you should read. Honestly, how many books have you even read? Just a count. How many.
[It's too bad that he's asked a direct question, because he has a great deal to say on the manliness of that posing George is doing.]
All right, first off, how is it not about feminism, it's got feminine in the title. It's about feminism. Secondly, how should I know how many books I've read--I've been around for a long time, all right, those sorts of counts aren't--
[But now he's thinking about. How many books? Films, he's seen loads of films, too many to count, but books...]
Look, I didn't really sit about reading books much. Sorry. Other things came up. How many books have you read, could you give me an exact number, if I asked for it?
I could give you an estimate. In spite of the fact that it is a large number.
[All right, now he's narrowing his eyes. Mitchell is his best mate, no question about that, but if you live as long as he has surely you should end up reading books. A great many of them.]
Right, let's go through - have you read the Narnia books?
No, I haven't read the Narnia books. Talking animals? Creeps me out.
[And then, before another title can be mentioned:]
Look, we aren't actually going t' go through some arbitrary reading list, book by book, just to satisfy your curiosity, are we, because I can tell you right now, George, I can think of about six thousand other things I'd rather be doing. Not all of them pleasant.
[George hopes one of them is the washing up, and he'd say that if he weren't completely floored by the sheer...scandal of what Mitchell has just said.]
Talking animals creep you out. So have you read The Wind in the Willows? Come on, Mitchell, that's - that's mandatory reading, and if you haven't read it I am going to - take drastic measures.
Drastic measures, what, you're going t' prop my eyes open with toothpicks and force me to read? No, George, I've not read The Wind in the bloody Willows, because it's full of talking animals and I'm pretty sure it's targeted at children.
[He sinks back against the sofa, a bit sulky.]
And would you stop looking at me like that, like I've just told you I lost your firstborn--it's a book, George, and it's not even a very good one.
[Extremely Disappointed Looks are a dear commodity; the more they are used, the less effective they become, and so George uses them only when completely warranted. This is a time when they are warranted, and so George fixes his friend with a Very Disappointed Look.]
I think it is a pity indeed that you are willing to simply write off excellent works of literature that have a great deal to say about the human condition for no reason other than you think that they are not good. Or for children. Or because you think that anthropomorphized animals are distasteful - [And, all right, this is a very low blow, but it's for a good cause - he gives Mitchell a Somewhat Wounded Look.]
[It's been over a hundred years since he's suffered the disapproving look of a schoolteacher or a priest or a parent, but the effect is very much the same. Amazing, how you can go off and live a life of debauchery and murder and come out on the other side still squirming under looks like this. More than a little unfair.]
Oh, come off-- now that is unfair! You're trying t' make me feel sorry for you, when you're not an anthropomorphized anything, you're just pathetic. I'm not falling for this, I'm not going to let you make up a reading list for me--I don't want to read about talking animals, no matter what the hell they've got t' say about the human condition, because they shouldn't be saying anything at all.
[And he looks away, to avoid any further sufferances of that Disappointed Look. It really is unfair.]
Maybe if they do a decent film of it, then I'll watch that. Unless it's freakishly animated.
[The Wounded Look transitions into the Disapproving Look - a slight variation of the Disappointed Look, with a bit less sorrow and a bit more firmness. An exact copy, if he was not mistaken, of his rabbi's look when he admitted that he wasn't going to go in for Talmudic studies at university.]
Never mind, of course, that it'll take you no more than an hour and a half to read it. That's time much better spent catching yet another replay of The Runaway Bride on the telly. Julia Roberts would absolutely be missing you otherwise.
[And that look would be absolutely effective, if it wasn't met with one of absolute incredulity in return.]
I can't read a book in an hour and a half! And--and!-- I don't even like Runaway Bride all that much, you know I'm a Pretty Woman sort of man. Mystic Pizza. Early Julia Roberts--honestly, it's like maybe you don't know me at all.
[He holds up thumb and forefinger to demonstrate.]
This long. And come off it, you'll still stop and watch if they're showing it, so don't act like you're using your time judiciously. I promise, an hour and a half, no more.
[STILL NOT SURE IF THIS IS WORTH IT so... there's a short silence, where he stares at George, as if trying to either work out how much he trusts that claim of honor, or perhaps suss out if the promised peace to come is going to be worth reading this book...]
I can't believe I'm saying this, but-- [A resigned sigh!] Oh, fine, yeah, whatever, get me a copy of the bloody book and I'll read it. Only so that you shut up and keep your lists and your talking animals to yourself.
[He sits up, hastily, all but jumping to his feet to grab George's arm--]
No, that's-- that's all right. I wouldn't start on it now anyways, I've-- [thinking quickly--!] --because we-- we're planning Annie's party now. Don't tell me you're trying t' get out of that!
[Mitchell, damn him, does manage to urge George back down into his seat. He grumbles:]
At least I'm a bit more subtle than you avoiding this topic.
[But still - ]
Well, that's a partial guest list, at least. Any suggestions on what we should do? Movies? Cluedo? [A moment later - ] No, if we're inviting ghosts, that'd set them off, wouldn't it.
[Subtlety doesn't matter, all that matters is that he did avoid it. Well done, Mitchell. He relaxes back onto the sofa, momentarily too pleased with himself to really listen to George.
But, right, if he's going to avoid the topic of books, he has to keep the conversation going--]
Sorry-- I thought this was Annie's party, but clearly you're planning a party for a seven-year-old. Do people actually plan activities for parties? I thought you just sort of put out crisps and cakes and little pizzas and things and said, hey, it's a party, and everyone-- you know-- mingled.
That's not a party. That's a - a - get-together. Completely different.
[But that's said mostly to save face, because, yeah, that's generally what parties consist of. George never really was much of one for throwing parties; he was more the one attending. Or...not attending, as the case might have been. But not attending for a good cause, without question.
(The "good cause" was, generally speaking, the Doctor Who Christmas special.)]
But if parties are so straightforward, then it seems like we don't have to plan at all. And we can get back to talking about literature.
[Mitchell sits up again, sharply, and oh my God, that is exactly the turn that this conversation should not take, didn't he just escape that conversation]
Nooo, no, you know-- I think you're right, I think planning is an excellent idea. Cluedo! We just have t' take care to invite the goth-y ghosts, the ones who like talking about their gory details, and, uh-- well, there's wink murder, and the one with the clues on the cards on your forehead, blind man's bluff--
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Date: 2013-05-09 06:26 pm (UTC)[He sits up, mouth falling open in sheer outrage at all of that - implying that he might get dumped by Nina, first off, and saying castration like that, and the whole - all of it is just - ]
Look, mate, back off! Nina isn't going to dump me, first off, because I am not going to stare, and I don't ever, because I am devoted to her, understood. Second, I'm not a moron, and of course I'm not going to say that around her, and third I know she's not about to moon over me - Annie - because it's not like that between us, and fourth, I don't see what gives you the right to act like you're some - some - Betty Friedan, like you're the sensitive sort who just understands women just because you've -
[Right, no - even offended he's not going to end up where he could potentially end up if he wanted to do damage. It's just a party, that's all - nothing to get really worked up over.]
Slept with a lot of them.
did i tell you i have a keurig now so i can prepare all sorts of things
Date: 2013-05-10 05:08 pm (UTC)And why are they even talking about this, this is a party that they're planning. A happy fun drunky cheerful thing, for Annie. Can't they have happy fun drunky cheerful things? Jesus, but being supernatural sucks. Pun not intended.
So, okay, Mitchell rubs a hand over his face, over his mouth, and takes a breath, and says, dryly:]
George, I don't care about the rest of that shit, all I want t' know is, who the hell is Betty Friedan.
Ummmmm NO YOU DID NOT do you have little tea-pods
Date: 2013-05-10 05:28 pm (UTC)Who's Betty Friedan? Honestly, Mitchell, I know you don't read books, but that's simply inexcusable - Betty Friedan. Author of The Feminine Mystique. Seminal work of feminism. You're not serious.
only coffee of course but I would get teapods for you, meine kleine teapod
Date: 2013-05-10 07:03 pm (UTC)Why would I know-- look, The Feminine Mystique sounds like the name of some sort of lady's hygiene wash, I'd read those words and my brain would immediately shut down.
Not all of us are ladies, George.
AWWWWWW I will make the hell out of those teapods and drink them staring at you lovingly
Date: 2013-05-11 04:08 am (UTC)[He gives a great big scoff, leaning back in a manly fashion to show off his manly shoulders, and this is all ruined when he adds:]
And that? That is not even about feminism, Mitchell, that's just something you should read. Honestly, how many books have you even read? Just a count. How many.
that's right you will!!!
Date: 2013-05-11 05:18 pm (UTC)[It's too bad that he's asked a direct question, because he has a great deal to say on the manliness of that posing George is doing.]
All right, first off, how is it not about feminism, it's got feminine in the title. It's about feminism. Secondly, how should I know how many books I've read--I've been around for a long time, all right, those sorts of counts aren't--
[But now he's thinking about. How many books? Films, he's seen loads of films, too many to count, but books...]
Look, I didn't really sit about reading books much. Sorry. Other things came up. How many books have you read, could you give me an exact number, if I asked for it?
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Date: 2013-05-11 07:33 pm (UTC)[All right, now he's narrowing his eyes. Mitchell is his best mate, no question about that, but if you live as long as he has surely you should end up reading books. A great many of them.]
Right, let's go through - have you read the Narnia books?
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Date: 2013-05-13 02:22 pm (UTC)[And then, before another title can be mentioned:]
Look, we aren't actually going t' go through some arbitrary reading list, book by book, just to satisfy your curiosity, are we, because I can tell you right now, George, I can think of about six thousand other things I'd rather be doing. Not all of them pleasant.
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Date: 2013-05-13 02:46 pm (UTC)Talking animals creep you out. So have you read The Wind in the Willows? Come on, Mitchell, that's - that's mandatory reading, and if you haven't read it I am going to - take drastic measures.
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Date: 2013-05-13 03:35 pm (UTC)[He sinks back against the sofa, a bit sulky.]
And would you stop looking at me like that, like I've just told you I lost your firstborn--it's a book, George, and it's not even a very good one.
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Date: 2013-05-13 03:46 pm (UTC)[Extremely Disappointed Looks are a dear commodity; the more they are used, the less effective they become, and so George uses them only when completely warranted. This is a time when they are warranted, and so George fixes his friend with a Very Disappointed Look.]
I think it is a pity indeed that you are willing to simply write off excellent works of literature that have a great deal to say about the human condition for no reason other than you think that they are not good. Or for children. Or because you think that anthropomorphized animals are distasteful - [And, all right, this is a very low blow, but it's for a good cause - he gives Mitchell a Somewhat Wounded Look.]
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Date: 2013-05-13 04:45 pm (UTC)Oh, come off-- now that is unfair! You're trying t' make me feel sorry for you, when you're not an anthropomorphized anything, you're just pathetic. I'm not falling for this, I'm not going to let you make up a reading list for me--I don't want to read about talking animals, no matter what the hell they've got t' say about the human condition, because they shouldn't be saying anything at all.
[And he looks away, to avoid any further sufferances of that Disappointed Look. It really is unfair.]
Maybe if they do a decent film of it, then I'll watch that. Unless it's freakishly animated.
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Date: 2013-05-13 04:56 pm (UTC)[The Wounded Look transitions into the Disapproving Look - a slight variation of the Disappointed Look, with a bit less sorrow and a bit more firmness. An exact copy, if he was not mistaken, of his rabbi's look when he admitted that he wasn't going to go in for Talmudic studies at university.]
Never mind, of course, that it'll take you no more than an hour and a half to read it. That's time much better spent catching yet another replay of The Runaway Bride on the telly. Julia Roberts would absolutely be missing you otherwise.
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Date: 2013-05-13 06:50 pm (UTC)I can't read a book in an hour and a half! And--and!-- I don't even like Runaway Bride all that much, you know I'm a Pretty Woman sort of man. Mystic Pizza. Early Julia Roberts--honestly, it's like maybe you don't know me at all.
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Date: 2013-05-13 07:22 pm (UTC)[He holds up thumb and forefinger to demonstrate.]
This long. And come off it, you'll still stop and watch if they're showing it, so don't act like you're using your time judiciously. I promise, an hour and a half, no more.
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Date: 2013-05-13 08:23 pm (UTC)[He pinches at the bridge of his nose with a huge sigh.]
Will you leave off of me reading if I agree to this one single book.
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Date: 2013-05-13 08:30 pm (UTC)[He raises his hand.]
I give my word of honor.
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Date: 2013-05-13 08:58 pm (UTC)I can't believe I'm saying this, but-- [A resigned sigh!] Oh, fine, yeah, whatever, get me a copy of the bloody book and I'll read it. Only so that you shut up and keep your lists and your talking animals to yourself.
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Date: 2013-05-13 09:03 pm (UTC)Brilliant. Might actually have a copy in my room - you're going to love it, I'm sure of that. I can go and get it now -
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Date: 2013-05-13 10:10 pm (UTC)[He sits up, hastily, all but jumping to his feet to grab George's arm--]
No, that's-- that's all right. I wouldn't start on it now anyways, I've-- [thinking quickly--!] --because we-- we're planning Annie's party now. Don't tell me you're trying t' get out of that!
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Date: 2013-05-13 11:01 pm (UTC)At least I'm a bit more subtle than you avoiding this topic.
[But still - ]
Well, that's a partial guest list, at least. Any suggestions on what we should do? Movies? Cluedo? [A moment later - ] No, if we're inviting ghosts, that'd set them off, wouldn't it.
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Date: 2013-05-14 12:41 am (UTC)But, right, if he's going to avoid the topic of books, he has to keep the conversation going--]
Sorry-- I thought this was Annie's party, but clearly you're planning a party for a seven-year-old. Do people actually plan activities for parties? I thought you just sort of put out crisps and cakes and little pizzas and things and said, hey, it's a party, and everyone-- you know-- mingled.
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Date: 2013-05-14 02:01 am (UTC)[But that's said mostly to save face, because, yeah, that's generally what parties consist of. George never really was much of one for throwing parties; he was more the one attending. Or...not attending, as the case might have been. But not attending for a good cause, without question.
(The "good cause" was, generally speaking, the Doctor Who Christmas special.)]
But if parties are so straightforward, then it seems like we don't have to plan at all. And we can get back to talking about literature.
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Date: 2013-05-14 05:59 am (UTC)[Mitchell sits up again, sharply, and oh my God, that is exactly the turn that this conversation should not take, didn't he just escape that conversation]
Nooo, no, you know-- I think you're right, I think planning is an excellent idea. Cluedo! We just have t' take care to invite the goth-y ghosts, the ones who like talking about their gory details, and, uh-- well, there's wink murder, and the one with the clues on the cards on your forehead, blind man's bluff--
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