Manhandling Tony into a chair is more fun than it ought to be. Steve tries to just focus on his relief that he hasn't upset him again, but it's hard when they're talking about food and sex in almost equal measures. Have they ever been this casual around one another? Even at group parties there's been a little distance between them.
He really doesn't want to encourage Tony to drink to excess, but Steve is reluctantly starting to enjoy himself.
He makes a show of looking grudging, but puts Tony's plate together as requested, with generous servings. He even uses utensils delicately, rather than his hands, which ought to be appreciated. "Intercrural doesn't count? I think your definition is too limited, and you're lucky I'm not a lesbian because I would be rolling my eyes into the next county after that commentary."
Oh, he gets what Tony means, and he is far from immune to the allure of watching two women canoodling, but he's pretty sure no actual lesbians want to hear that. "One of the girls threatened to bend me over a table and stick a prop pistol in me once, but I'm pretty sure she was joking. Fredolf would have had a fit--that was our stage manager. He played Hitler off and on for us, too. That's why the nickname--I don't think anyone would actually name their kid Fredolf."
He brings Tony the plate and sets it in his lap, then goes back to fill one for himself. "In the interest of getting one more aspect of your prurient interest out of the way while we're on topic, it wasn't just the girls. There were a couple good-looking stagehands, too, and a photographer in Des Moines, but we didn't talk about that kind of thing in the 40s."
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Date: 2018-06-25 12:49 pm (UTC)He really doesn't want to encourage Tony to drink to excess, but Steve is reluctantly starting to enjoy himself.
He makes a show of looking grudging, but puts Tony's plate together as requested, with generous servings. He even uses utensils delicately, rather than his hands, which ought to be appreciated. "Intercrural doesn't count? I think your definition is too limited, and you're lucky I'm not a lesbian because I would be rolling my eyes into the next county after that commentary."
Oh, he gets what Tony means, and he is far from immune to the allure of watching two women canoodling, but he's pretty sure no actual lesbians want to hear that. "One of the girls threatened to bend me over a table and stick a prop pistol in me once, but I'm pretty sure she was joking. Fredolf would have had a fit--that was our stage manager. He played Hitler off and on for us, too. That's why the nickname--I don't think anyone would actually name their kid Fredolf."
He brings Tony the plate and sets it in his lap, then goes back to fill one for himself. "In the interest of getting one more aspect of your prurient interest out of the way while we're on topic, it wasn't just the girls. There were a couple good-looking stagehands, too, and a photographer in Des Moines, but we didn't talk about that kind of thing in the 40s."
"Anyway, it felt kind of hollow after a while."