title: the psycho eclair
author: jessica
mail: thegirlinglasses@illuminatedtext.com
date: june 10, 2003
notes: for stef. improv: simple, dude, loaded, offsides.
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The plan was simple. Casey just didn't want to do it. So, he was stalling.
"Tell me one more time."
"Dude, seriously, I'm gonna kill myself." Danny's on the couch, his head thrown back. He's looking everywhere but at Casey.
"Fine. I'm looking at tape."
He actually makes it out the door, and is just passing Jeremy's desk when Danny catches up.
"One more time: I have a date, a blind date with Natalie's friend, Stefanie." Danny talks with his hands, not all the time, but when he's explaining things. Casey does the same thing, but in his head.
They stop in the conference room where Dan continues his story. Casey pours a cup of coffee, and Dan sets up the rest of his plan, now with props. It looks like he and Danny are being played by doughnuts, the girl is a cookie.
"We're on the date, me and the girl." The second doughnut is waiting in the wings. "It's not going well."
"How do you know?" Casey asks between sips of coffee.
"How else would it go?" He's smiling, so Casey does, too.
The second doughnut - an eclair - enters the scene. Dan shakes it wildly. This is Casey entering the restaurant with his made-up emergency.
"So, do I say anything, or just run around like a psycho? Maybe I'm waving a loaded gun. You think that would get you out of the date?"
Casey gets the doughnut in his face for that. He licks the cream off his lips, but it's also on his chin and nose, and he can't reach there. Dan could, though. He's staring, then his tongue darts out to lick his own lips, and Casey waits for the kiss.
But when the door opens, Dan steps back, busying himself with getting a napkin.
Jeremy stops a moment, staring at Casey, trying to put it together in his head. "You guys see the Canucks game?" he says, finally.
Dan nods back to Casey - he'll take this one. "Twenty-three offsides. Pretty crazy, huh?"
"Think it's a record?"
"Why don't you go check, Jeremy?"
"Yeah." He almost laughs. "I'll let you guys get cleaned up."
Casey wipes his face clean, but it's still a little sticky when Dan kisses him.
"You know," Casey says, "we wouldn't even need the plan if you had just told Natalie."
Dan looks away, considering it. Or pretending to consider it. He looks back with a grin. "And miss you playing the psycho eclair? Never."