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!Diego Luna (![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bad_moon) wrote,@ 2004-03-10 21:20:00 |
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Diego calls ethan_steifel
[players, not pups, follows on this]
Diego: Diego blinks in the bright afternoon sunshine, squinting to read the display on his cell and then queuing up the 10 messages since this morning. Agent, publicist, theatre manager, father... He rolls his eyes and lights a cigarette. The next message is Ethan's. Intrigued and pleased, he calls back the number.
Ethan: His cell rings, breaking the silence and causing him to jump. "Hello."
Diego: "Hola, Ethan? It's Diego. I got your message."
Ethan: "Hi Diego. How are you and Gael doing?"
Diego: His mobile mouth twists, and he debates lying, but decides against it. "Gael's back in the hospital. He cut himself with a knife on Sunday and it...didn't stop bleeding."
Ethan: Ethan almost drops the phone. "Good lord. Is he ok? No infection or anything?"
Diego: "No. They said that was a sign they needed to change his meds." Diego laughs wryly. "We'll be out Friday, so I don't think we'll be quite up for this weekend. Are you still available next weekend?"
Ethan: "Sure. Next weekend is good. It should be nice and warm then. How does that sound?"
Diego: "Sounds perfect." He pauses. "Thanks for the invitation, Ethan. I'm looking forward to finally meeting you after all the journal comments."
Ethan: "I'm excited too. I thought that you two migh tlike a nice day out." He pauses. "Oh! Are you guys vegetarians?"
Diego: "No, we're not. No worries there." He laughs. "I keep threatening Gael with it, though."
Ethan: "That's good to know. I thought we'd cook out. Lay out by the pool. I have a huge sun umbrella if Gael is sun sensitive. I also own extremely powerful sunblock. You don't stay this pale without some help!" He laughs.
Diego: "He is really sensitive now, you're right. And we'd be happy to return the favor - our house is great for entertaining."
Ethan: "One thing at a time. So next saturday. say, two o'clock?"
Diego: "Sounds perfect. Should we bring anything in particular? Or just some excellent tequila?"
Ethan: "Excelent teqila? If you can find some." He laughs. "I've never had a good expierence with tequila."
Diego: "Oh, mi amigo...you wound me. I'll show you the error of your ways."
Ethan: "Please. We'll have the limes and salt and all."
Diego: "Great. We'll see you then. The doctor comes by in ten minutes, so I should turn this thing off and head back up."
Ethan: "You do that. And rest up. I've done the living at the hospital thing and it sucks. Don't make me show up with a care package."
Diego: "You're a sweetheart, but Gael's mom is doing enough mothering for whole army. It's faintly exhausting in and of itself. Take care - I'll call you if anything comes up between now and then."
Ethan: "Ok. I'll email you directions to the house."
Diego: "Great! Thanks again. Bye, Ethan."
Ethan: "Bye Diego." He turns off the phone and starts makeing a shopping list.
Diego: Diego heads back up for the afternoon doctor visits.
ethan_steifel[players, not pups, follows on this]
Diego: Diego blinks in the bright afternoon sunshine, squinting to read the display on his cell and then queuing up the 10 messages since this morning. Agent, publicist, theatre manager, father... He rolls his eyes and lights a cigarette. The next message is Ethan's. Intrigued and pleased, he calls back the number.
Ethan: His cell rings, breaking the silence and causing him to jump. "Hello."
Diego: "Hola, Ethan? It's Diego. I got your message."
Ethan: "Hi Diego. How are you and Gael doing?"
Diego: His mobile mouth twists, and he debates lying, but decides against it. "Gael's back in the hospital. He cut himself with a knife on Sunday and it...didn't stop bleeding."
Ethan: Ethan almost drops the phone. "Good lord. Is he ok? No infection or anything?"
Diego: "No. They said that was a sign they needed to change his meds." Diego laughs wryly. "We'll be out Friday, so I don't think we'll be quite up for this weekend. Are you still available next weekend?"
Ethan: "Sure. Next weekend is good. It should be nice and warm then. How does that sound?"
Diego: "Sounds perfect." He pauses. "Thanks for the invitation, Ethan. I'm looking forward to finally meeting you after all the journal comments."
Ethan: "I'm excited too. I thought that you two migh tlike a nice day out." He pauses. "Oh! Are you guys vegetarians?"
Diego: "No, we're not. No worries there." He laughs. "I keep threatening Gael with it, though."
Ethan: "That's good to know. I thought we'd cook out. Lay out by the pool. I have a huge sun umbrella if Gael is sun sensitive. I also own extremely powerful sunblock. You don't stay this pale without some help!" He laughs.
Diego: "He is really sensitive now, you're right. And we'd be happy to return the favor - our house is great for entertaining."
Ethan: "One thing at a time. So next saturday. say, two o'clock?"
Diego: "Sounds perfect. Should we bring anything in particular? Or just some excellent tequila?"
Ethan: "Excelent teqila? If you can find some." He laughs. "I've never had a good expierence with tequila."
Diego: "Oh, mi amigo...you wound me. I'll show you the error of your ways."
Ethan: "Please. We'll have the limes and salt and all."
Diego: "Great. We'll see you then. The doctor comes by in ten minutes, so I should turn this thing off and head back up."
Ethan: "You do that. And rest up. I've done the living at the hospital thing and it sucks. Don't make me show up with a care package."
Diego: "You're a sweetheart, but Gael's mom is doing enough mothering for whole army. It's faintly exhausting in and of itself. Take care - I'll call you if anything comes up between now and then."
Ethan: "Ok. I'll email you directions to the house."
Diego: "Great! Thanks again. Bye, Ethan."
Ethan: "Bye Diego." He turns off the phone and starts makeing a shopping list.
Diego: Diego heads back up for the afternoon doctor visits.
