2020-01-19 - The Idiot Dance

Deets are demanded, confusion ensues.

IC Date: 2020-01-19

OOC Date: 2019-09-18

Location: Spruce Residential/29 Spruce Street

Related Scenes: None

Plot: None

Scene Number: 3657

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(TXT to Itzhak) August: okay, spill

(TXT to August) Itzhak: oh christ, spill what

(TXT to Itzhak) August: don't be coy with me, rosencrantz

(TXT to Itzhak) August: de la vega and cavanaugh are doing the ex-husbands dance

(TXT to Itzhak) August: I know that shit when I see it

(TXT to August) Itzhak: what? are you messing with me rn roen

(TXT to Itzhak) August: as my nieces would say, r u srs

(TXT to Itzhak) August: have you ever watched a broken up couple who didn't break up on fantastic terms but were still SUPER into each other behave

(TXT to Itzhak) August: meaningful, encrypted looks, like everything is a power struggle

(TXT to August) Itzhak: that's, no, you're reading too much into it. they served together and Cavanaugh is a pilot and de la Vega was a marine and apparently thats important that you hate each other

(TXT to Itzhak) August: reluctant acknowledgement, clamming up around one another.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: hating one another does not preclude being exes in fact if you were gay in the military in the 90s it's kind of de rigeur

(TXT to August) Itzhak: Okay, granted, but

(TXT to August) Itzhak: but

(TXT to Itzhak) August: look. maybe you're right. maybe they were just drinking buddies who had a falling out.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: oh my fucking god, don't do this to me now Roen, you can't wind me up like this then leave me hanging!

(TXT to Itzhak) August: ...just saying I wasn't not bi in the military, you know? also banging a pilot/a grunt was no doubt a thing too. I wouldn't know, our pilots were all army, so, it wasn't the same. not a different branch if one of our chopper pilots wanted some flight time, if you will.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: oh fuck. you think they

(TXT to August) Itzhak: he only told me they served together oh christ

(TXT to August) Itzhak: Cavanaugh told me it was literally illegal for him to fraternize with someone like de la Vega

(TXT to Itzhak) August: I am gonna put this another way. I have not once had a falling out with a platonic friend for whom I had zero romantic anything see me behaving like that.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: (...)

(TXT to Itzhak) August: eh, that's slicing some fine hairs; it wasn't legal to be gay in the military until Obama. not unless you wanted a section 8

(TXT to August) Itzhak: I thought de la Vega just didn't like him because de la Vega doesn't like anybody

(TXT to Itzhak) August: sure, he ALSO cuoldn't do it if de la vega or he were a woman but that's a whole other matter. that's fraternization due to rank differential.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: try this out. look at how de la vega reacts to me versus cavanaugh.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: jesus you're killing me here

(TXT to August) Itzhak: well this is ruining my fucking night

(TXT to Itzhak) August: sorry I figured you'd...sorted that out.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: have I ever sorted anything out in my entire stupid life?

(TXT to Itzhak) August: eh, you've sorted out plenty. the song, you got three lovers, you're a talented musician. so you can't tell when two dudes are doing the 'angry hard on' dance, so what.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: You know Cavanaugh is a fucking fighter pilot?

(TXT to Itzhak) August: yeah he was in bosnia just after me, actually.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: He's a fighter pilot and he's got an engineering degree from M I fucking T and he sails his own fucking sailboat around the world

(TXT to August) Itzhak: what do I have, Roen? I got a rental fiddle and a rap sheet!

(TXT to Itzhak) August: if you are angling to compare yourself to him

(TXT to Itzhak) August: mmmm there it is

(TXT to Itzhak) August: you will have a custom fiddle soon enough. and a rap sheet is the same think a few million other people in this country have too.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: i can't compare myself to him, there's nothing to compare, i'm an ex-con mechanic and he's gorgeous and brilliant

(TXT to August) Itzhak: his accent is prettier even!!!

(TXT to Itzhak) August: hang on I need to look at my chat history

(TXT to August) Itzhak: okay but I don't have to like it

(TXT to Itzhak) August: trying to remember what ignacio told you last time

(TXT to Itzhak) August: who was that about, you were comparing yourself to someone

(TXT to August) Itzhak: what, Ignacio told me when?

(TXT to Itzhak) August: you were going on like this about someone else 'she's gorgeous and has a degree' and I can't remember who it was

(TXT to August) Itzhak: ...christ. it was isabella

(TXT to Itzhak) August: let's back up though. maybe I'm reading too much into it. maybe they're just, you know, into each other and doing the idiot dance.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: and DADT and service kept them from being a thing. but after the way they were acting at Twofer, and today?

(TXT to August) Itzhak: THEY'RE BOTH GORGEOUS AND BOTH HAVE FANCY DEGREES WHAT IS YOUR POINT

(TXT to Itzhak) August: my point is why does that matter, you've got three people who are way into you

(TXT to August) Itzhak: don't backpeddle on me now Roen, the only reason you're even doing that is i'm losing my shit

(TXT to Itzhak) August: and if you guys are open then it's not hang on I just explained it to myself

(TXT to August) Itzhak: because he'll like him better than me

(TXT to Itzhak) August: k look this is not going to be...yeah there we go

(TXT to Itzhak) August: this is different. a) you're WITH ruiz. wait you are right

(TXT to Itzhak) August: can I just say? this is why I'm not poly anymore. too many venn dodecahedrons trying to overlap, that shit is a twenty year old's game.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: we're not open. actually. kind of. He said he didn't want to be with anybody else and...I believed him and maybe...fuck I don't know, oh christ this is killing me.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: yeah, well, that sounds like a pretty great plan tbh.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: well if you'd prefaced that with 'I figured out how to make poly more complicated' I'd have bet you a case of cider you were wrong and I'd have lost

(TXT to August) Itzhak: don't make me laugh, I'm gonna hyperventilate

(TXT to Itzhak) August: okay so then back to he'll like him better than you. that's real hard for me to believe, unless de la vega is that capricious. you and cavanaugh aren't alike

(TXT to Itzhak) August: put another way do you think rebecca and isolde are worried you'll like de la vega more than them?

(TXT to August) Itzhak: i never thought he was. I knew he cut a swath but i never thought it was because he was capricious. more because he was fuckin heartbroken.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: ...I dunno, i never asked them. maybe that's a thing I should ask them

(TXT to Itzhak) August: you should. it's a good thing to check the weather all over on the regular.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: back to my list. a) you're with him. (we'll call it provisional) b) far are as we know, they are not a thing now. c) he wants to just be with you.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: literally none of this applied when it came to isabella; you'd just been hoping against hope alexander might change his mind. great news: no hope against hope here, de la vega is with you.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: i'm stupid in love with him, this is probably not a surprise to you, and it's also probably not a surprise to you that me thinking I was just gonna have a quick thing with him was fucking wrong because i'm always fucking wrong

(TXT to Itzhak) August: to your credit, you were wrong about that because you think no one would really want you, not because you're stupid.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: the former happens to ALSO not be true, but I understand how you've managed to talk yourself into it.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: they're not a thing now. I mean. he'd have told me. he would have.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: then look. you don't have anything to worry about. I really don't think you do. de la vega strikes me as a few things, but not actually caring about you isn't on the list.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: unfortunately it's kind of not your business if they ever were, I just assumed it was known with how they were making eyes at each other.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: it's not my business. except

(TXT to Itzhak) August: yeah, exactly.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: hey did I mention this is why I'm not poly?

(TXT to August) Itzhak: except they're all gonna realize they made a terrible mistake and get rid of me

(TXT to Itzhak) August: I miss dick, I won't lie, but managing the icosahedron of romance is not a thing I will ever miss

(TXT to Itzhak) August: what? no

(TXT to Itzhak) August: look. hang on I am going to look up what ignacio said he used good words, gonna put them on a post-it note

(TXT to Itzhak) August: did I tell you when I told eleanor about the saffrons lilith sent me she thought I wanted to break up with her and date lilith

(TXT to August) Itzhak: i choked. what? no

(TXT to August) Itzhak: date lilith? over Ellie?

(TXT to August) Itzhak: I mean that's kinda why I growled at her because i wanted to be the dick there and not you

(TXT to Itzhak) August: "This is why I don't date man. all these closet daddy issues" relevant

(TXT to August) Itzhak: GOD de santos is bad enough without you quoting him at me

(TXT to Itzhak) August: well like some people I know she was under the impression I wouldn't want her when there was an option like lilith (ps there wasn't anyways we all know that but it's irrelevant)

(TXT to Itzhak) August: let me know when you get where I am going with that

(TXT to August) Itzhak: i didn't know ellie was afraid of that, i would have told her she was being ridiculous, look at this delicious hunk of a man who's super into her, it ain't even a question of competition, thats just irrelevant

(TXT to Itzhak) August: now reread what you just said but say it in my voice

(TXT to Itzhak) August: also: "because what you just said is what I have is never going to be enough. And I think both those gals are pretty terrific but this is kinda balls. I know this because you taught me"

(TXT to August) Itzhak: there's a flaw in your logic, if they're making eyes at each other, they're definitely interested

(TXT to August) Itzhak: ...i never am going to be enough. i keep waiting for you jerks to all figure that out.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: that's only a flaw if you forget what you just said about it not being a competition

(TXT to Itzhak) August: enough for what, though. enough for isolde and bex? look how much they love you, you dolt.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: enough for me? I can't barely go into a hospital even if I've got friends and family in there, and I also don't have the sense God gave a carrot when it comes to the Art, not sure how you're not enough for a moron like me.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: and don't you dare say that to de santos he'll come at you with both barrels and his mind Art is real damned strong now

(TXT to August) Itzhak: yeah well maybe I could use it.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: k I'll text him hang on

(TXT to August) Itzhak: DONT

(TXT to August) Itzhak: YOU BASTARD

(TXT to Itzhak) August: he can talk to you from across town now, soon as he figures that out you're fucked

(TXT to August) Itzhak: like I didn't get enough of his yap in NYC

(TXT to Itzhak) August: he will say you obviously didn't if you're talking like this

(TXT to Itzhak) August: so look. the idea de la vega will drop you like a hot rock? seriously, bear in mind, you're saying he's a shitty guy, when you say that. because it would be a dick move. do you actually think he's that kind of guy?

(TXT to August) Itzhak: there's a lot of people in this town that would say he is.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: but. no.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: not me.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: well they're not with him. you are.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: okay then. I know 'then you don't have shit to worry about' is a pointless statement, so I'll spare you. instead, ask yourself why you're more worried about him bailing you for others, and not isdole or rebecca. (well. are you worried that will?)

(TXT to August) Itzhak: kinda figure once the right person comes along for either of 'em...which is why I'm freaked out, he's hotter than me by an order of magnitude. should it matter? I don't know, but somehow it matters

(TXT to August) Itzhak: he being de la vega here

(TXT to August) Itzhak: stupid pronouns

(TXT to Itzhak) August: de la vega is not the hell hotter than you by an order of magnitude. christ.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: I have partaken of a world class selection of dick in my time, I know of what I speak.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: i'm going to die and my tombstone will read 'august roen said that thing about world class dick'

(TXT to Itzhak) August: as it should.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: god, don't you ever get tired of my mishegoss? i sure get fuckin tired of myself

(TXT to Itzhak) August: no, not tired. sad, maybe. you're talented--at music, with the Art--you're brilliant, you're hot. but you've got a lot of pain you're trying to deal with. you shouldn't have to. life's just shitty like that, though. fucks us up so we can't enjoy the things about ourselves we should be able to. makes us blind to them, then we just see everyone else beautiful and amazing and we think 'well I'm garbage' and never realize we're not that different.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: and being in pain is real fucking exhausting

(TXT to August) Itzhak: ok but have you considered, i might actually be garbage

(TXT to Itzhak) August: as we know I am right about literally everything

(TXT to Itzhak) August: so. no.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: but I'm going to screenshot that and send it to some people, one second.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: DONT YOU FUCKING DARE ROEN

(TXT to Itzhak) August: k there. you can wonder who got it.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: you're killing me. i am going to die.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: more seriously. I doubt I know de la vega well enough to say 'so you and cavanaugh are doing the idiot dance in front of God and everyone, are you aware?' so if you want him to talk with you about it, you may need to ask him point blank if there was a Thing.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: i dunno. I don't know what i'm gonna do. history tells us I won't say anything and then explode at him over some stupid shit

(TXT to Itzhak) August: has it occurred to you that, armed with foreknowledge as you seem to be, you could do, you know. something else.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: and break my streak?

(TXT to Itzhak) August: this is a streak which was meant to be broken. and seriously I get it, it'll be awkward and you'll probably say it wrong and he'll probably misinterpret it and then you'll wind up yelling at one another

(TXT to Itzhak) August: no doubt you will drop my name and he'll come yell at me.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: I won't let him yell at you

(TXT to Itzhak) August: but, it's better than waiting, because it cuts out the

(TXT to Itzhak) August: won't let him? you're hilarious thinking you can stop that man from doing anything

(TXT to Itzhak) August: that's like him telling me he'll stop you from doing something, last time he did that it was real hard not to laugh in his face

(TXT to August) Itzhak: god! fine! you're right! you're always fucking right

(TXT to August) Itzhak: it gets real old, you know that?

(TXT to Itzhak) August: I know it does.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: hey I do appreciate the sentiment though

(TXT to Itzhak) August: but it's okay if he wants to yell at me about shit, I'm not afraid of his emotions or anything. I'm probably one of the people he's least capable of really hurting, I'm a safe place for him to vent.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: ...ugh that's really kind and thoughtful of you to let my cranky ass boyfriend yell at you

(TXT to Itzhak) August: look better me than you or someone he could do damage to and then hate himself over later you know?

(TXT to August) Itzhak: yeah. way better.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: i'm about to get disgusting and mushy at you so brace for impact

(TXT to Itzhak) August: hang on. okay, I'm ready.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: I'm the only boyfriend he's ever had. he's only been with three guys before me, he said. and he...well he can be a real asshole, no shock there, he tried to tell me he's not gay and can't date me. might have yelled at him a little bit over that one. while later, he said he wanted to date official like, and ugh. UGH. i've got it bad, man

(TXT to Itzhak) August: three?

(TXT to August) Itzhak: yeah, three

(TXT to Itzhak) August: in college that was like, you know

(TXT to Itzhak) August: a weekend

(TXT to August) Itzhak: hah. yep. I know. oh boy do I know. I could go through three Marines in a good weekend. so...is it fucked up that I think that's incredibly adorable?

(TXT to August) Itzhak: he's probably had more women than hot meals, though

(TXT to Itzhak) August: no I mean, that's kind of...I don't want to call it sweet since that sounds like I'm being patronizing but you know. it's a big deal, that you're only the fourth dude he's been with when it comes to being bi.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: it is totally sweet though

(TXT to Itzhak) August: and well, the 'I'm not actually gay and we're not dating' I've heard that plenty before.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: hah. yeah he was pretty adamant that we weren't dating. just, you know, getting together so we could get drunk and he could cook me dinner and we could fuck. not dating in any way

(TXT to Itzhak) August: I doubt I need to tell you this, but that's what career military will get you. not letting you be gay or bi or risk getting kicked out or locked up makes for some ugly shit. in some ways that wall falling on me was a good thing.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: I haven't been with a guy besides him since I moved from NYC. even that time i almost revenge-fucked easton.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: what I mean is that's him talking about himself, no you. not that it helps.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: (and yes you do have it bad, but at least you're aware.)

(TXT to Itzhak) August: ...wait what. revenge fucked easton?

(TXT to August) Itzhak: it kind of helps...some. I kinda went through something like that in prison. couldn't risk it. didn't let anybody in my pants the entire time.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: yeah, uh, I didn't tell you this, and i'm not telling you now, but easton and de la vega got drunk and screwed. so I very nearly took easton to bed. because. i'm smart like that.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: in that sense you've got some of that same problem there. having to not be yourself, it kills things inside you. you can grow some of it back, but. it's tough. it'll always be tough for him, is my point. it's probably why, if he and cavanaugh were a thing, he hasn't brought it up.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: (...)

(TXT to August) Itzhak: ...yeah. That makes a lot of sense. I know I hassle him to dance with me and stuff, but i wouldn't ask him to do anything like actually be out. its not my place.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: oh you did tell me that. but not that you were going to return the favor. so I guess you two both have never met a problem your dicks couldn't make worse. but look, at least you didn't do it.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: stop making me laugh, asshole

(TXT to Itzhak) August: did I get you to wake anyone up though? if not it doesn't count.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: I'm serious though, you didn't do it. that's a good thing. progress.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: no, I chickened the fuck out. I was gonna. we flirted over text. compared bruises he gave us. then when it came down to the wire i ran off. because ...jesus, i'm not even sure why. because I wanted to take it out on de la vega and not easy.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: sounds less like chickening out more like realizing who you were actually upset with. which is a good thing.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: don't get me wrong I'm sure you'd have given him the ride of his young life and cockteasing is rude as fuck but it was the right call.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: he's SO young. i don't think of him young, but he ain't even close to thirty.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: shit like what he went through, it ages you fast. put on some facial hair and boom you're 35

(TXT to August) Itzhak: yeah, had that going on too when I got out of prison

(TXT to August) Itzhak: sure felt like a thousand years old

(TXT to Itzhak) August: brain scientists think it's because you record everything in hidef. like a super high resolution video. so you feel all that time in more detail. your normal, boring day, your brain ignores a bunch of it so it goes by fast.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: probably part of why high stress lives fuck people up so bad. they've basically lived a few extra lifetimes.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: definitely applies to me. and de la vega.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: ugh, I'm gonna need help with this one. i LIKE cavanaugh. he's easy to talk to, he's real interesting

(TXT to August) Itzhak: he's a fucking stunner, 11/10 style hot

(TXT to Itzhak) August: to a few of us. so. go easy on him, if he's not always forthcoming on shit.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: yeah. yeah, that's...yeah. okay. you talk sense, old man

(TXT to Itzhak) August: first thing's first. it's not a contest for you and cavanaugh. and since he's easy to talk to, sounds like you can be friends. so. be friends. one of them will probably tell you about it, eventually.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: don't get me wrong, i never made the mistake of thinking de la vega is a forthcoming kinda guy, just.

"Of course," August murmurs to himself, trying not to wake up Eleanor, "you being you and no James Bond, you will let drop that you suspect it, but that's neither here nor there."

(TXT to Itzhak) August: there's not forthcoming, and then there's, 'you banged WHO'.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: when we were in ellie's earlier, we ran into each other in the used bookstore and we were talking about books, snow crash and neuromancer and all, could have talked to him all day. so yeah. I think we could be friends.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: hah. exactly

(TXT to Itzhak) August: some of the guys I've been with, they had some amazing other guys, like, what on earth do they want with a scarred up college grad. but look I got to ride on yachts and shit I won't complain too much.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: and you and cavanaugh being friends makes it better in a lot of ways. not the least of which is, if you two are friends, you might be less likely to think of it as de la vega picking between you.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: ride on yachts, get bought fancy suits

(TXT to Itzhak) August: look, I will never knock anyone for being a sugar baby, it's a pretty nice deal if the sugar mama/daddy isn't trash.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: Bex likes to play sugar mama a little, i ain't about to complain

(TXT to Itzhak) August: you're kind of doing for her, too, when you let her. people who love you, they want to give you fancy stuff you'll feel good about and like.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: I...guess it seems kinda ridiculous to worry about him picking between us. just... i'm not sure I felt like this about any other guy. ever. in my life. when he said he wanted me most, it did something in me. so now, that this other guy is around...you know what I mean, right? I hope so because I don't know what I mean

(TXT to Itzhak) August: I definitely know what you mean. you're feeling vulnerable because you've opened yourself up to him. now you think that's threatened. I think we both know how people like you and me react when things we think are precious get threatened.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: yeah, i know it's nothing good

(TXT to Itzhak) August: that's also how you know it's not something to do anything about. remember last time? no decisions. not on feelings like that.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: listen, thanks

(TXT to Itzhak) August: any time. just so we're clear you're not getting in your truck to go be dumb, right?

(TXT to August) Itzhak: fuck no. it's freezing out there. I'm staying in bed and reading the last unicorn again

(TXT to Itzhak) August: I need you to know when you said 'you don't have to' about him reading it, it took a lot out of me to not say to him 'that means he's gonna be real fucking mad at you if you don't'

(TXT to August) Itzhak: jesus, don't call me out like this Roen, let me lie to my boyfriend in peace

(TXT to Itzhak) August: I think he got the message, it's fine.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: he might not like it. but he likes that magical realism stuff, so maybe.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: well look now I have to get a copy so I'll know what any of you are talking about.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: YOU'LL like it. you'll like it a lot. please don't notice that schmendrick is way too much like me though.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: no promises.

(TXT to Itzhak) August: okay there. got it for the tablet. now I need to go to bed before I wake up ellie.

(TXT to August) Itzhak: okay. take yourself and your noticing shit away, i'm tired of all your noticing

(TXT to Itzhak) August: I can't promise to stop noticing but I can just stop telling you

(TXT to Itzhak) August: will that help

(TXT to August) Itzhak: no, that won't help. christ! go to bed already

(TXT to Itzhak) August: :*


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