Oh hi, I LOVE YOU. I don't know Withnail, but I do know Darren and Bernard and this whole thing is perfect! In fact, I shall now just flail and fling quotes at you.
The man- Bernard- sneers at him, eyes beetle-black, malevolent and bizarrely attractive in ways that do… things to him.
If Darren was not gripped with nihilistic despair, he would be worried about the man’s health, drinking so voraciously.
The bastard didn’t even send flowers. Fucking chauvinist. He laughs, with nonchalant elegance. “Oh, Geoffrey? He’s just an old friend- my, I had forgotten about him. Old Geoffrey- Geoffrey, Geoffrey, Geoffrey…”
“You’re crying,” Bernard observes.
“I’m allergic to dust, and whisky, and the month of September.”
Ok, stopping now. But I could easily quote the whole thing at you. Rock on.
♥ \o/\o/, thank yooou! I'm so glad I got Darren and Bernard (and OMG, you need withnail and I, seriously- it's my favourite film, it's absolutely fantastic!) and rock on, too *strikes heart, does salute*
Oh my god! I never knew I needed this in my life, but I really, really did.
The man looks at Bernard with all the dignity he can muster, which is a surprising amount considering he’s wearing a greatcoat and boxers and nothing else. “Who, precisely, are you? A navvie?”
and, and
Bloody men are like bloody busses
Withnail, you poor bastard. Stopping with the quoting now, because I will only get carried away, but this is PERFECT.
hee! Thank you *g*. I was in the mood for writing something amusingly tragic, and these guys have to be the most amusingly tragic in the *world*. I'm so glad you liked, thank you.
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The man- Bernard- sneers at him, eyes beetle-black, malevolent and bizarrely attractive in ways that do… things to him.
If Darren was not gripped with nihilistic despair, he would be worried about the man’s health, drinking so voraciously.
The bastard didn’t even send flowers. Fucking chauvinist. He laughs, with nonchalant elegance. “Oh, Geoffrey? He’s just an old friend- my, I had forgotten about him. Old Geoffrey- Geoffrey, Geoffrey, Geoffrey…”
“You’re crying,” Bernard observes.
“I’m allergic to dust, and whisky, and the month of September.”
Ok, stopping now. But I could easily quote the whole thing at you. Rock on.
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i.
love.
you.
so. much.
at this moment.
so. much.
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(darren is the little black dress of fandom- he'd so have a meaningful relationship with joe dick, too. Gnrrrrrgh.)
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The man looks at Bernard with all the dignity he can muster, which is a surprising amount considering he’s wearing a greatcoat and boxers and nothing else. “Who, precisely, are you? A navvie?”
and, and
Bloody men are like bloody busses
Withnail, you poor bastard. Stopping with the quoting now, because I will only get carried away, but this is PERFECT.
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