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Voicemail left on George Clooney's mobile
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30th June 2009 : 10:14pm
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[current, after sean reads internet journal reports of tabloids rumoring george's death]
"Hi, it's me, which you already know from caller ID." The words are almost breathless, Sean having just finished a complete workout, and he's not going to mention he's hovering over the laptop with dripping hair. "Tell me you're not dead. Rumors on the internet. Gotta love 'em. If you are dead, I'll need to have my suit cleaned." Sean can't help but chuckle. "Mostly, I need to know if we're still grilling tonight or put the steaks in the freezer. Love you."
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Sean Patrick Flanery and George Clooney do Mardi Gras ... will New Orleans survive?
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3rd February 2008 : 09:39pm
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[current]
It's the last days before Mardi Gras and New Orleans is bustling with party-goers from around the world. In the heart of it are Sean and George, settled into their French Quarter hotel. Sean's on the balcony, acting like he's 20 again, drink in hand and tossing beads to passers-by. "C'mon out, George, the crazies are here, basking in our wonderfulness." Yes, the alcohol's working its slam-your-ass magic.
"I'm fabulous in here, thank you!" George calls, splayed out on their King sized bed like...well, a king - his silk shirt unbuttoned, shoes tossed in the corner as he wiggles his toes. They walked and walked and walked some more today, until he's convinced he's never walked that much before.
( “You are no fun, Mr. Clooney.” )
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Oh, what the heck ... George and Sean spend Thanksgiving in the South
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23rd November 2006 : 07:58pm
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[players only. occurs thanksgiving day in the nebulous north american state of that area where texas butts up on louisiana near the gulf of mexico.]
Life with the Flanerys is like a Faulkner novel, or that's what Sean would tell you. He's cousin to the Snopeses and Big Daddy's his Uncle Elmer. That's his Mom's brother twice removed, or something. Hell, it's southern Texas, skimmed right up next to Louisiana, and kissing your cousin's considered a good thing. Of course, he doesn't have to explain that to George. His lover's from Kentucky.
"You want another helping," his aunt says, passing the sweet potatoes. It's not a question. It's mandatory. At least two helpings of Aunt Sally's sweet potatoes, smothered in brown sugar and burnt marshmallows. She got the recipe from some church cookbook she picked up in Carolina so it's tradition now.
( “Are there any more rolls?” )
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George & Sean: Hot tub, dick, martinis ... it's a party
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21st September 2006 : 10:12pm
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[players only. current.]
Like a parent leaving their child for the very first time, George has climbed onto a plane and flown back to LA with Sean, trying not to sniffle into his martini at leaving the production behind. But they can function without his constant hovering (which he can do just as easily via technology) and he has to get back to the rest of his life, the part that makes him piles of money and the part that lets him romp around the house with Sean and not have to worry about jackasses sniffing around his boyfriend.
Ash has gotten the house into order - clean and well-stocked with all the dust bunnies retired to a nice farm in the country somewhere. George throws himself into work but decides that Friday night through Sunday morning is "Sean time" and he will even put his cell's ring tone softer for the occasion.
"On my way home," he announces into said cell, speeding the Jag on the freeway towards his exit.
( Dinner'll be ready one martini after you get home, Sir. Or should I make a pitcher? )
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note for George Clooney
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14th June 2006 : 06:36pm
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[scribbled on legal pad, barely readable, and left at front desk]
George --
Got bored. Gone out. Promise not to get in trouble, but going insane in this place. Need to unleash.
~ Sean
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Birthday vignette
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6th May 2006 : 11:24am
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It seems logical George's birthday should fall on Derby Day. At least to Sean. Especially since they're in Kentucky, staying with George's parents. He's brought the gift with him, still uncertain if it's right, if it's enough.
"Stop the fuck second-guessing yourself, Flanery," he says into the mirror, towel-drying his hair into a haphazard fluff. "He loves you." There's a smirk. "Or, at least, likes you a helluva lot and plans on keeping you around."
He goes back into the bedroom and pulls the wrapped package from his luggage, placing it on bed, which has been made up to near-perfection, and leaves it for George to find.
( george's birthday present )
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Getting the message
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4th May 2006 : 01:14pm
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[vignette in response to george's text message.]
Sean's putting up the last of the laundry when his cell phone beeps. Text message. He flips open the phone and smiles when he sees it's from George. Then he reads ...
derby weekend kentucky?
"Fuck." He knows enough to understand it's Kentucky Derby weekend, but Kentucky's home -- George's home -- and it's where his family is and Sean hasn't met them and ... "Oh, just great. Fuck."
It's not even about having just gotten back from Canada, having just gotten unpacked, having just gotten used to being back in the house. No. "Fuck. His family."
Sean takes a deep breath and types in a response ...
sounds great
"Liar."
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Sean has a (hopefully) final confrontation with Stephen
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19th April 2006 : 09:37pm
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[players only. occurs later wednesday, in vancouver, following this log. rod taylor and stephen mchattie are filming with sean patrick flanery at the moment.]
( “Threats, Sean. Not very nice.” )
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Sean's not having a good day
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30th March 2006 : 09:32pm
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[players only. vignette. sean's filming in ontario with stephen mchattie.]
"How's the pretty boy?"
Sean stiffens at the voice, the hot breath on his neck. He resists turning around. There's no reason.
"Not very polite," the voice continues. "Didn't he teach you proper respect?"
Sean swallows. He. George. But Stephen doesn't have a name. Just a suspicion. And he's been playing it for two weeks now, every chance he gets. Sean's neither confirmed nor denied it. He's done his best to avoid Stephen.
"We have a scene to shoot," Sean pauses, "Stephen." He refuses to give Stephen the sir he's hinted at wanting.
There's the touch. Just a hand on Sean's leg. It could be a casual brush, most likely is to the casual observer. But it's so much more, an insinuation of fingertips sliding over denim, commanding Sean's attention. Then, just as quickly, the hand's gone and so is Stephen, walking off across the set.
"Murder's illegal. You'd end up in prison," Sean mutters under his breath. "Sure, you'd be popular, there'd be no George."
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email for George Clooney
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21st March 2006 : 09:44am
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To: ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif) nextbigthing
From: seanpatrick
Subject: Checking in
Just dashing off a quick one to let you know I got here safely, have unpacked and have made first encounter with the cast. *g* Miss you already. I'll call end of week when things settle.
Love
Your boyfriend
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Good news, bad news, all via voicemail
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15th March 2006 : 09:36pm
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Sean's starting to think he lives in the kitchen. George's kitchen. Not that he's complaining. It's the best place he's lived in years. There are fleeting moments of wanting to just move in completely, sell the house in Venice and admit he's someone's boyfriend. But that's too public, he rationalizes, when he's mincing garlic for the steak marinade. Other than the Club, they're not really open about their relationship. Safer that way, better for George.
He adjusts the headset and dials George's cell, not expecting to get him. It's reality. Busy man. Almost always rings through to voicemail. Just like now.
"It's Sean." Unnecessary. He has caller ID. "Steaks going into marinade now and I'll fire up the grill about 7, expecting you by 8." Best-laid plans often go awry with an agent. "Got the contract. Looks good. Filming's switched to Ontario, and I have to be there mid-week." Still not sure about this. "Anyhow, headed out to run, then shower."
He ends the call, takes off the headset and finishes getting the steaks ready, dumping them into the plastic container with the wine and herb mixture, setting it all in the refrigerator before heading out of the kitchen.
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message sent to nextbigthing's phone
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22nd February 2006 : 02:15pm
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*sucks dick while vapids do brain*
calling ash. will meet u.
clothes?
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Sean/George: Dinner, dessert & a shift in dynamics
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24th January 2006 : 08:33pm
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[players only. occurs tuesday, 24 january, at london club.]
( “Would you kneel for me here? Now?” )
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A moment of non-vanity
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18th January 2006 : 05:22pm
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[vignette. occurs wednesday afternoon, 18 january, at london club.]
He's never been vain, never given much stock to the way he looks, opted for casual when going out.
Before George.
Never cared much for what people thought or even thought himself about where he'd be in two months, much less two minutes.
Before George, Sean wore sneakers. Now it's Italian leather.
Sean's staring in the mirror, standing in the same spot he's been in for the last two hours, since George called. He's combed his hair, blow-dried it, scrunched it, rewashed and tried it again. He's meeting George downstairs for dinner. It's not that he thinks George cares that much how Sean looks.
"Hell, he'd probably be happy if you showed up naked and slathered in oil," Sean says to his reflection, head cocked and smile wry. "Of course, you'd use extra-virgin olive oil, because he'd expect the best."
But there's none of that. Not now. Sean wants to be perfect. Problem is, perfection's hard to grasp when he's dating the poster child for it.
He buttons the pale blue shirt with paler purple slicing through it, tucking it into the crisp pleated khakis. There's a quick adjustment of the medallion against his throat, George's mark on him.
He flashes a near-perfect white and bright gleam into the mirror; would blind himself if it weren't for that one cap that probably should be replaced.
He closes his eyes, crosses himself against the blasphemy of praying George never minds imperfection.
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Vignette: Sean gets his Christmas gift from George
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24th December 2005 : 02:47pm
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[players only. occurs saturday afternoon, 24 december, at sean's house in venice beach.]
( Christmas Eve and the ficus is stirring ... )
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