You Can Be As Loud As The Hell You Want
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ifeelbetterTitle: You Can Be As Loud As The Hell You Want
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Warning: Ummm...sex? There's sex. Just so you know.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value besides one truly awesome ukulele. And I have no say in real people's live and DEFINITELY no inside scoop.
Word Count: 1,017
Summary: Joe and Tom get a bit...distracted..during an interview. The cast runs interference. Marion is more awesome than awesome and proves it.
Notes: Prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
inception_kink meme: To the horror of everyone watching, Tom and Joe decide to have sex in the middle of an interview with the entire cast.
The title comes from the Avenue Q song and the jump text comes from Macy Gray. CUZ THAT'S HOW THIS FIC ROLLS. It's a MAVERICK.
"It's not just the state of French cinema, though, is it?" Tom said, his head lazily cupped in one hand, "We're also talking about the fundamental nature of French as a language. Edith Piaf is just a singer when she says, 'I see life in rosy hues,' but she's a poet when she says, 'Je vois la vie en rose.' Do you see what I'm saying?"
"It's intrinsic to the language," said Joe, forgetting to wait for the mic to return before he spoke. The interviewer, already flummoxed by the rapid pace of the English conversation, tried to shift the microphone towards him but had to scramble to return it to Tom when he spoke.
"Exactly. It's the shape of the lips around the words," said Tom, turning his attention towards Joe, "It's in the breath and the way the tongue moves."
"There's romance in the grammar in French," said Joe. There was more breathiness than usual in his voice.
"Not just the grammar. The way the words work in your mouth--it's like kissing more than speaking," said Tom.
There was a beat of silence. One of the cameramen leaned over the shoulder of the interviewer and hissed something into his ear. Ken cleared his throat.
"One of the readers has asked--" the interviewer began to ask, flipping through a stack of blue index cards. He stopped when Joe stood up suddenly.
"I forgot something," he said. For an actor with his kind of experience, he was completely obvious in the way he searched for a plausible excuse to escape. "I forgot something," he repeated, speaking slower, his eyes searching the ceiling for the next line, "in. In my trailer. My glasses! And. I need them."
The interviewer and the same cameraman leaned towards each other for another hissed exchange, this one getting louder and (even without a translation) frustrated.
Tom stretched. "I think I saw them," he said.
"Oh," said Joe.
"I'll help you look," Tom continued.
"Oh," Joe repeated.
"I think you were asking about French cinema," Ellen prompted the interviewer as Tom and Joe disappeared around the corner. Cillian looked like he wanted to tell them that they were heading towards the kitchenette, not the front door but he closed his mouth. They looked like they were in a bit of a rush.
"Ah. Yes. Perhaps you would be able to...um...express your opinion," the interviewer said, pausing and raising his eyebrows automatically when a thump came from the kitchenette of the little apartment.
"--on the state of French cinema?" Ellen prompted again. Her voice was steady but a blush was beginning to creep up her cheeks. Another (louder) thump came followed by a muted crash.
"Yes. French cinema," the interviewer said blandly, his eyes wide.
"I don't actually know that much about it," Ellen said steadily. "But I did like Amélie."
"I like Marion Cotillard's films," said Leo loudly over another crash.
"--in particular?" asked the interviewer mechanically. His eyes were so wide they could have been saucers.
"In particular?" repeated Leo like he had been called on an obvious fib.
The next crash from the kitchenette was a lasting affair. It sounded distinctly like a fully made table being swept clear of its dishes.
"Just. You know. Generally...all of them," Leo said.
"She's quite good," Dileep agreed.
"Quite good," Cillian agreed.
"Thank you," Marion said, looking thoroughly flattered and unconcerned entirely by the rhythmic thumping that was starting on the far wall. "It's lovely to know people appreciate your work, you know?" She looked earnestly towards the interviewer and waited for him to continue.
"Oh! Oh?" he said, not able to tear his eyes away from the doorway to the next room.
"Especially when they share your craft," Marion continued, unabashed. "These are all such talented actors here and it means so much when people like that admire your work. Don't you think?"
"Oh. Yes?" The interviewer was beginning to look distinctly like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a five-wheeler in the dead of night.
"Absolutely. And I think I can safely say that's what made this such a phenomenal team to work with," Marion continued. "For my own part, I was such a fan of Cillian's work in Breakfast on Pluto. I was a bit of silly girl about him for the first week or so."
The interviewer shifted to face Cillian, holding the mic in front of him. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times to try to ask some sort of followup question but there were sounds beginning to emanate from the kitchenette that were more human in origin and it seemed to hang dead weights on the interviewer's tongue.
"Yes," said Cillian, not much more eloquent than the interviewer. He'd gone beet red.
"And he was such a dear," Marion said, picking up the slack with complete calm, "he said to me, 'Marion, I'd watch a film where you just slept for three hours. And it'd be genius.'" She laughed (no one joined her) a tinkling, uninhibited laugh. "Such a lovely gentleman."
She reached across Dileep and patted Cillian on the cheek.
There was another crash and thump from the next room and Joe's unmistakable voice calling out a couple of obscenities. This was followed by a couple more (deeper) grunts getting faster and closer and then a sudden silence.
"I'd kill for a cigarette," said Ellen earnestly.
Dileep, Cillian, and Leo each reached into the pockets of the jackets. Marion beat them to it, though, having already stuck the end of one in her own lips.
"It's on me, darling," she said, winking at Ellen, and passed the pack around the group. No one else spoke. Marion took a long draw from the cigarette and blew a perfect ring into the air.
"Sorry about that," said Tom, re-appearing from around the corner. "Couldn't find his glasses anywhere."
Joe appeared a moment later, smoothing his suddenly unruly hair down. "Did we miss much?" he asked.
The interviewer folded over gently into a faint, a silly grin frozen on his face.
Author:
ifeelbetterWarning: Ummm...sex? There's sex. Just so you know.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value besides one truly awesome ukulele. And I have no say in real people's live and DEFINITELY no inside scoop.
Word Count: 1,017
Summary: Joe and Tom get a bit...distracted..during an interview. The cast runs interference. Marion is more awesome than awesome and proves it.
Notes: Prompt from
inception_kink meme: To the horror of everyone watching, Tom and Joe decide to have sex in the middle of an interview with the entire cast. The title comes from the Avenue Q song and the jump text comes from Macy Gray. CUZ THAT'S HOW THIS FIC ROLLS. It's a MAVERICK.
"It's not just the state of French cinema, though, is it?" Tom said, his head lazily cupped in one hand, "We're also talking about the fundamental nature of French as a language. Edith Piaf is just a singer when she says, 'I see life in rosy hues,' but she's a poet when she says, 'Je vois la vie en rose.' Do you see what I'm saying?"
"It's intrinsic to the language," said Joe, forgetting to wait for the mic to return before he spoke. The interviewer, already flummoxed by the rapid pace of the English conversation, tried to shift the microphone towards him but had to scramble to return it to Tom when he spoke.
"Exactly. It's the shape of the lips around the words," said Tom, turning his attention towards Joe, "It's in the breath and the way the tongue moves."
"There's romance in the grammar in French," said Joe. There was more breathiness than usual in his voice.
"Not just the grammar. The way the words work in your mouth--it's like kissing more than speaking," said Tom.
There was a beat of silence. One of the cameramen leaned over the shoulder of the interviewer and hissed something into his ear. Ken cleared his throat.
"One of the readers has asked--" the interviewer began to ask, flipping through a stack of blue index cards. He stopped when Joe stood up suddenly.
"I forgot something," he said. For an actor with his kind of experience, he was completely obvious in the way he searched for a plausible excuse to escape. "I forgot something," he repeated, speaking slower, his eyes searching the ceiling for the next line, "in. In my trailer. My glasses! And. I need them."
The interviewer and the same cameraman leaned towards each other for another hissed exchange, this one getting louder and (even without a translation) frustrated.
Tom stretched. "I think I saw them," he said.
"Oh," said Joe.
"I'll help you look," Tom continued.
"Oh," Joe repeated.
"I think you were asking about French cinema," Ellen prompted the interviewer as Tom and Joe disappeared around the corner. Cillian looked like he wanted to tell them that they were heading towards the kitchenette, not the front door but he closed his mouth. They looked like they were in a bit of a rush.
"Ah. Yes. Perhaps you would be able to...um...express your opinion," the interviewer said, pausing and raising his eyebrows automatically when a thump came from the kitchenette of the little apartment.
"--on the state of French cinema?" Ellen prompted again. Her voice was steady but a blush was beginning to creep up her cheeks. Another (louder) thump came followed by a muted crash.
"Yes. French cinema," the interviewer said blandly, his eyes wide.
"I don't actually know that much about it," Ellen said steadily. "But I did like Amélie."
"I like Marion Cotillard's films," said Leo loudly over another crash.
"--in particular?" asked the interviewer mechanically. His eyes were so wide they could have been saucers.
"In particular?" repeated Leo like he had been called on an obvious fib.
The next crash from the kitchenette was a lasting affair. It sounded distinctly like a fully made table being swept clear of its dishes.
"Just. You know. Generally...all of them," Leo said.
"She's quite good," Dileep agreed.
"Quite good," Cillian agreed.
"Thank you," Marion said, looking thoroughly flattered and unconcerned entirely by the rhythmic thumping that was starting on the far wall. "It's lovely to know people appreciate your work, you know?" She looked earnestly towards the interviewer and waited for him to continue.
"Oh! Oh?" he said, not able to tear his eyes away from the doorway to the next room.
"Especially when they share your craft," Marion continued, unabashed. "These are all such talented actors here and it means so much when people like that admire your work. Don't you think?"
"Oh. Yes?" The interviewer was beginning to look distinctly like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a five-wheeler in the dead of night.
"Absolutely. And I think I can safely say that's what made this such a phenomenal team to work with," Marion continued. "For my own part, I was such a fan of Cillian's work in Breakfast on Pluto. I was a bit of silly girl about him for the first week or so."
The interviewer shifted to face Cillian, holding the mic in front of him. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times to try to ask some sort of followup question but there were sounds beginning to emanate from the kitchenette that were more human in origin and it seemed to hang dead weights on the interviewer's tongue.
"Yes," said Cillian, not much more eloquent than the interviewer. He'd gone beet red.
"And he was such a dear," Marion said, picking up the slack with complete calm, "he said to me, 'Marion, I'd watch a film where you just slept for three hours. And it'd be genius.'" She laughed (no one joined her) a tinkling, uninhibited laugh. "Such a lovely gentleman."
She reached across Dileep and patted Cillian on the cheek.
There was another crash and thump from the next room and Joe's unmistakable voice calling out a couple of obscenities. This was followed by a couple more (deeper) grunts getting faster and closer and then a sudden silence.
"I'd kill for a cigarette," said Ellen earnestly.
Dileep, Cillian, and Leo each reached into the pockets of the jackets. Marion beat them to it, though, having already stuck the end of one in her own lips.
"It's on me, darling," she said, winking at Ellen, and passed the pack around the group. No one else spoke. Marion took a long draw from the cigarette and blew a perfect ring into the air.
"Sorry about that," said Tom, re-appearing from around the corner. "Couldn't find his glasses anywhere."
Joe appeared a moment later, smoothing his suddenly unruly hair down. "Did we miss much?" he asked.
The interviewer folded over gently into a faint, a silly grin frozen on his face.
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Date: 2010-09-11 11:27 pm (UTC)you make me smile so wide, I think my face will be hurts tomorrow morning ^^
thank you very much.
and - special thanks for that slightest Marion/Ellen, it's cute)))
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Date: 2010-09-12 05:11 pm (UTC)Awesome fic in showing all that was going on at the same time and the awkwardness of it all!
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