Hey everyone! Thanks to those who have read and reviewed my story so far! A
couple more would be nice, but hey, I'll take what I can get. "Before Night
Falls" was on the other night. I have a question, or poll - if you will.
When you see him in BNF - Do you find Johnny in drag:
a) Slightly creepy/disturbing to watch
b) Funny
OR
c) Surprisingly hot nonetheless? Oh, and doesn't it suck that he's only in approx. 4 or 5 scenes? But he does play 2 characters - so that's kinda cool. Oh, anyway, what was I . . . oh yeah -
DISCLAIMER - I don't own the delectable Mr. Depp or any of the spiffy characters he plays (unfortunately) : (
OK, let's get the spaghetti in the machine - here is chappie numero dos ('2' for those not attempting to learn Spanish) *emphasis on "attempting". . .*
Oh, and for SnuffyLives88 (or anyone who may be wondering) This is AFTER he gets his braces taken off, and I think I might let his hair get a little disheveled again. Ta!
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Lilly had arrived at Morton Rainey's lakeside cabin a little after lunch time. It had taken a few hours to get her new room organized and her belongings put in place. As she strolled downstairs, the sweet smell of chocolate wafted past her nostrils. It appeared that Mort had prepared a nice hot cup of steaming cocoa. How sweet! 'I think I'm going to like it here' she thought with a satisfied smile. Who needs Thomas when you have this guy? I bet he doesn't screw around, and get drunk with his friends and . . . No, don't think about him anymore.
"Hey, I made you some hot cocoa, thought you could do with some warming up" Mort said, passing Lilly the puppy dog printed coffee mug as she reached the bottom of the staircase. "Thanks very much Mr. Rainey" she replied gratefully. "I think we're past that. Call me Mort, or Mr. hunk-of-spunk, or even Mr. Stench - ANYTHING but Mr. Rainey! Too formal." he shook his head in mock disbelief. "Can I call you my powder-monkey, or sugarbutt?" Mort asked looking at her with puppy dog eyes "I think Lilly will do . . .for now" she replied with a coy smile.
Together they sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace. "Oh, hang on, I better get some wood" Mort leaped up and trotted out the door. A few minutes later came back with an armful of firewood. Lilly immediately got up to help relieve him of the wood. "It's all right. I've got it." Lilly nodded and shut the door behind him. Within a few minutes the fireplace had awoken and began to roar heartily. Flopping down on the couch once again, they continued to drink their now luke-warm cocoa. Lilly looked closely at her new house mate, examining him. Blondish-brown hair which was slightly unkempt, thin wire framed glasses, and his eyes - beautiful brown eyes which seemed to hint at events of suffering or sadness in his life. And those lips . . . "Have I got something in my teeth? Or is there something interesting going on in there?" Mort asked, quirking an eyebrow, completely shattering Lilly's train of thought. 'Oh God, have I been staring all this time?' "Oh, oh no. I'm sorry" Lilly stammered, turning her gaze to the floor, all while turning a deep shade of scarlet. "Ah I know - I'm one sexy bastard. I can't deny it." Mort said with a dismissive laugh. "You just couldn't help yourself. Don't feel bad - I tend to have that effect on women - it happens to me ALL the time!" Lilly turned back to him, a sly smile forming on her lips. Now it was her turn to quirk an eyebrow "Oh is that so Mr. Rainey? Or should I refer to you as Mr. hunk-of-spunk after all?" "Aye" he replied, dramatically flicking a strand of hair behind his ear. After a moments pause, the two burst out laughing. Oh goodness, she hadn't had a good laugh in a very long time.
After the ice had well and truly broken, the two started to become a little more well aquatinted. "You know when I was asking for directions here, I met a woman who was under the crazy impression that you are a psychotic ax murderer or something! Isn't that hilariously absurd?!" Lilly said with a laugh. Mort stared back at her intensely - but with a small lop-sided grin on his face "what makes you so sure that I'm not?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. Lilly stopped laughing for a moment and stared back at him with the same intensity. "Well . . . even if you WERE an ax murderer, I would still rather live here, than spend another SINGLE moment with Thomas!" The word "Thomas" was uttered with a tone of total disdain. "I don't mean to pry, but who is this Thomas guy?" Mort asked carefully. "Oh, he was my fiancé for two years - that is, until I caught him screwing his secretary! I just couldn't believe it! I noticed we had been slowly drifting apart, but I continued to stand by him - even as his drinking problem became worse, even when he - " she paused to wipe the tears from her eyes.
"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked. Is there anything I can get for you?" He inquired, starting to get up, Lilly looked up at him "No, I'm fine. Sorry - I guess I'm just a little tired and emotional at the moment. You're probably starting to regret letting me move in with you. Aren't you" Lilly uttered sadly, turning away, ashamed of her behavior. "No no! Not at all!" Mort smiled warmly, tenderly - yet carefully resting his hands on her slender shoulders, turning her back in his direction. "I'm glad to have you here, and I kinda know how you feel. You see, you and me - we're two of a kind. I know what it's like, how it feels to find the one you love with another . . ." he paused for a moment. Lilly knew she definitely saw something flicker in his eyes as he said this "How did you feel?' Lilly asked. Mort thought about this for a moment "well, it made me feel . . . kinda icky - no just kidding. Hmmm, I guess I felt pain . . . betrayed . . . confused . . . and bloody furious." Lilly nodded sadly, understanding his pain. "I'm not sure about you - but I think that's enough depressive talk for today." Raising his mug "here's to us - two of a kind" Lilly nodded again - this time with a determined glint in her eye - determined never to shed another tear for Thomas as long as she lived. Mort and Lilly raised their mugs in a toast and clinked them together. "So, what do you say we get some dinner ready?" With that, the pair got up and wandered into the kitchen.
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OK, there we go - another chapter. Hope it was alright. Yeah I know - nothing that much happened. Oh well. Always next time. Everyone catch the spiffy Once Upon A Time In Mexico reference? Yeah, I thought so. (
b) Funny
OR
c) Surprisingly hot nonetheless? Oh, and doesn't it suck that he's only in approx. 4 or 5 scenes? But he does play 2 characters - so that's kinda cool. Oh, anyway, what was I . . . oh yeah -
DISCLAIMER - I don't own the delectable Mr. Depp or any of the spiffy characters he plays (unfortunately) : (
OK, let's get the spaghetti in the machine - here is chappie numero dos ('2' for those not attempting to learn Spanish) *emphasis on "attempting". . .*
Oh, and for SnuffyLives88 (or anyone who may be wondering) This is AFTER he gets his braces taken off, and I think I might let his hair get a little disheveled again. Ta!
~:~:~:
Lilly had arrived at Morton Rainey's lakeside cabin a little after lunch time. It had taken a few hours to get her new room organized and her belongings put in place. As she strolled downstairs, the sweet smell of chocolate wafted past her nostrils. It appeared that Mort had prepared a nice hot cup of steaming cocoa. How sweet! 'I think I'm going to like it here' she thought with a satisfied smile. Who needs Thomas when you have this guy? I bet he doesn't screw around, and get drunk with his friends and . . . No, don't think about him anymore.
"Hey, I made you some hot cocoa, thought you could do with some warming up" Mort said, passing Lilly the puppy dog printed coffee mug as she reached the bottom of the staircase. "Thanks very much Mr. Rainey" she replied gratefully. "I think we're past that. Call me Mort, or Mr. hunk-of-spunk, or even Mr. Stench - ANYTHING but Mr. Rainey! Too formal." he shook his head in mock disbelief. "Can I call you my powder-monkey, or sugarbutt?" Mort asked looking at her with puppy dog eyes "I think Lilly will do . . .for now" she replied with a coy smile.
Together they sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace. "Oh, hang on, I better get some wood" Mort leaped up and trotted out the door. A few minutes later came back with an armful of firewood. Lilly immediately got up to help relieve him of the wood. "It's all right. I've got it." Lilly nodded and shut the door behind him. Within a few minutes the fireplace had awoken and began to roar heartily. Flopping down on the couch once again, they continued to drink their now luke-warm cocoa. Lilly looked closely at her new house mate, examining him. Blondish-brown hair which was slightly unkempt, thin wire framed glasses, and his eyes - beautiful brown eyes which seemed to hint at events of suffering or sadness in his life. And those lips . . . "Have I got something in my teeth? Or is there something interesting going on in there?" Mort asked, quirking an eyebrow, completely shattering Lilly's train of thought. 'Oh God, have I been staring all this time?' "Oh, oh no. I'm sorry" Lilly stammered, turning her gaze to the floor, all while turning a deep shade of scarlet. "Ah I know - I'm one sexy bastard. I can't deny it." Mort said with a dismissive laugh. "You just couldn't help yourself. Don't feel bad - I tend to have that effect on women - it happens to me ALL the time!" Lilly turned back to him, a sly smile forming on her lips. Now it was her turn to quirk an eyebrow "Oh is that so Mr. Rainey? Or should I refer to you as Mr. hunk-of-spunk after all?" "Aye" he replied, dramatically flicking a strand of hair behind his ear. After a moments pause, the two burst out laughing. Oh goodness, she hadn't had a good laugh in a very long time.
After the ice had well and truly broken, the two started to become a little more well aquatinted. "You know when I was asking for directions here, I met a woman who was under the crazy impression that you are a psychotic ax murderer or something! Isn't that hilariously absurd?!" Lilly said with a laugh. Mort stared back at her intensely - but with a small lop-sided grin on his face "what makes you so sure that I'm not?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. Lilly stopped laughing for a moment and stared back at him with the same intensity. "Well . . . even if you WERE an ax murderer, I would still rather live here, than spend another SINGLE moment with Thomas!" The word "Thomas" was uttered with a tone of total disdain. "I don't mean to pry, but who is this Thomas guy?" Mort asked carefully. "Oh, he was my fiancé for two years - that is, until I caught him screwing his secretary! I just couldn't believe it! I noticed we had been slowly drifting apart, but I continued to stand by him - even as his drinking problem became worse, even when he - " she paused to wipe the tears from her eyes.
"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked. Is there anything I can get for you?" He inquired, starting to get up, Lilly looked up at him "No, I'm fine. Sorry - I guess I'm just a little tired and emotional at the moment. You're probably starting to regret letting me move in with you. Aren't you" Lilly uttered sadly, turning away, ashamed of her behavior. "No no! Not at all!" Mort smiled warmly, tenderly - yet carefully resting his hands on her slender shoulders, turning her back in his direction. "I'm glad to have you here, and I kinda know how you feel. You see, you and me - we're two of a kind. I know what it's like, how it feels to find the one you love with another . . ." he paused for a moment. Lilly knew she definitely saw something flicker in his eyes as he said this "How did you feel?' Lilly asked. Mort thought about this for a moment "well, it made me feel . . . kinda icky - no just kidding. Hmmm, I guess I felt pain . . . betrayed . . . confused . . . and bloody furious." Lilly nodded sadly, understanding his pain. "I'm not sure about you - but I think that's enough depressive talk for today." Raising his mug "here's to us - two of a kind" Lilly nodded again - this time with a determined glint in her eye - determined never to shed another tear for Thomas as long as she lived. Mort and Lilly raised their mugs in a toast and clinked them together. "So, what do you say we get some dinner ready?" With that, the pair got up and wandered into the kitchen.
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OK, there we go - another chapter. Hope it was alright. Yeah I know - nothing that much happened. Oh well. Always next time. Everyone catch the spiffy Once Upon A Time In Mexico reference? Yeah, I thought so. (