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Feb 05, 2010 21:14

All right, here is the MAIN POST for the Kiss Kiss Bang Bang kink meme!

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FILL: High-Stakes, No-Limit (1a/?) anonymous November 11 2011, 15:57:42 UTC

You’re a Lucky Man, Mr Rothstein“Fucking hell. God fucking damn it to hell ( ... )

FILL: High-Stakes, No-Limit (1b/?) anonymous November 11 2011, 15:58:49 UTC

You might remember that last Christmas, we both got shot. The case of the dead people in LA, remember? Yeah. Well, anyway, it’s probably no surprise that I failed my screen test. The part went to Colin Ferrell after all, and after that, Dabney stopped footing the bill for my hotel room and I found myself out on my ass faster than you could say ‘fucking gyp.’ I couldn’t go back to New York, because I couldn’t afford to stay in some roach motel for the weekend, let alone get a plane ticket back east two days after New Year. Harmony had already gone back to Indiana to get everything ready for her sister’s funeral, and was gonna stay there for a few weeks after to sort everything out related to that whole mess, so I went to the only other person I knew in LA ( ... )

FILL: High-Stakes, No-Limit (1c/?) anonymous November 11 2011, 16:00:04 UTC

“I can’t afford the ticket back,” I said. “In New York, I shared a tiny little apartment with three other guys. Which, I don’t know. It’s probably just two now. I think one of them got killed that night I accidentally auditioned for that part. I can’t even sell anything for money, because everything I own is in this fucking bag, and it’s mostly clothes I stole from everyone else before I left.” I kicked at the bag I’d brought with me from New York, hoping to make the point. “And if you don’t let me in, I’m seriously considering knocking over the nearest 7-11 and hoping that the clerk is in a generous mood and only calls the cops instead of blowing my fucking brains out ( ... )

FILL: High-Stakes, No-Limit (1d/?) anonymous November 11 2011, 16:01:09 UTC

“Oh, I keep those in the second drawer of my dresser, next to the gimp mask and the spread bar ( ... )

FILL: High-Stakes, No-Limit (1e/?) anonymous November 11 2011, 16:02:25 UTC

Perry sighed and rubbed his forehead. “It’s not about the food or those ugly fucking hoodies you wear; it’s about you being a wanted criminal. How the fuck did you think this was going to work out ( ... )

FILL: High-Stakes, No-Limit (1f/?) anonymous November 11 2011, 16:03:22 UTC

I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because he thought I was a loser, or maybe he wanted to bone me. I don’t know, but Perry agreed to let me stay until I got on my feet. Harmony’s sister’s funeral was a few days after that, and Perry paid for my ticket to go out there and then tried to get me to stay in Indiana with Harmony, but when I said I didn’t want to, surprisingly, he let me come back to LA with him. Which, you know, I would have done if it didn’t mean putting up with my fucking brother for a month, who hates my fucking guts. Something about bail money or something. I don’t fucking know. But the feeling’s mutual. About the gut-hating, I mean; not the bail money. That one’s completely one-sided ( ... )

FILL: High-Stakes, No-Limit (1g/?) anonymous November 11 2011, 16:04:26 UTC

“Yeah, that’s what you said,” I told him ( ... )

FILL: High-Stakes, No-Limit (1h/?) anonymous November 11 2011, 16:05:38 UTC

I couldn’t, but I did see what their neighbours were up to, which involved high school mascot costumes or something ( ... )

Re: FILL: High-Stakes, No-Limit (1h/?) anonymous November 12 2011, 10:19:31 UTC

I liked the bit where he got in through sheer force of standing there. Like, he just looked at Perry for ages in a penetrating way, like when the dog is hoping you'll give it a biscuit.

FILL: High-Stakes, No-Limit (2a/?) oxfordtweed December 28 2011, 22:30:26 UTC

This thing is seriously getting away from me, but here. Have some more fic, even though this chapter is still a geological age from being finished. I just want to post something to show I've not forgotten it.

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We Can’t Stop Here; This is Bat CountryWe were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. No, just kidding. I was asleep and Perry smacked me in the face with a phone charger. At first, I had no idea what the fuck was going on. One minute, I was watching some empty street in Fullerton, and the next thing I know, we’re surrounded by dark and the occasional set of headlights. We were around Barstow, though; wherever the fuck that is. Nevada, or some shit. I don't know ( ... )

FILL: High-Stakes, No-Limit (2b/?) oxfordtweed December 28 2011, 22:33:26 UTC

“I’ll tell you what it isn’t,” Perry said as he switched lanes again. “There’s no way this is about an affair ( ... )

FILL: High-Stakes, No-Limit (2c/?) oxfordtweed December 28 2011, 22:36:12 UTC

I flipped him off, but didn’t say anything else. I didn’t want to fuck something up for him just by talking. Hell, he made me feel like just being there had been a fuck-up. He probably thought it was, for that matter. Knowing him. Which I do ( ... )

FILL: High-Stakes, No-Limit (2d/?) oxfordtweed December 28 2011, 22:38:32 UTC

I had to think about it for a few seconds, which Perry always lets me do without talking. I know he keeps saying that I won’t be able to ever get a license to do this stuff, but I think he still likes having someone to teach it to, even if he’d never admit to it, the prideful bastard ( ... )

FILL: High-Stakes, No-Limit (2e/?) oxfordtweed December 28 2011, 22:41:27 UTC

Let me tell you a thing or two about Las Vegas, all right? All those movies you’ve seen where the Strip is all lit up like a Christmas tree and everything looks factory-fresh and all the people you see on the sidewalks look like a million bucks? Complete bullshit. It’s hot, even at midnight, it’s dusty, there’s shit everywhere, it’s about twenty miles between the casinos, and prostitution isn’t as legal as you’d think it would be (as in, not at all). It’s almost better in LA ( ... )

FILL: High-Stakes, No-Limit (2f/?) oxfordtweed December 28 2011, 22:45:38 UTC

After about twenty minutes of waiting around for Perry to show back up, and Perry failing to show back up, I was starting to wonder if I was supposed to do something. Maybe, like, he was in trouble, and he needed my help for something. Was I supposed to wait in the car for just a few minutes and follow after? He didn’t actually specify ( ... )

FILL: High-Stakes, No-Limit (2g/?) oxfordtweed December 28 2011, 22:47:57 UTC

Perry hung up on me, and after that, I wasn’t really sure what to do. I shrugged at the security guard and leaned against the car, hoping that maybe he’d get bored and go away. He didn’t, but luckily, Perry showed up pretty quickly, and even though he was laying on the charm for the security guard, I could see that he was fucking furious, probably because I nearly blew his cover.

“Hi,” he said, laying on the gay extra heavy. He was just a lisp and limp wrist from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. “Sorry, what’s all this about? Did we do something wrong ( ... )

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