The Glasses

A couple of drabbles written on request.

Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
Characters: Danny, Suzanne

Disclaimer: They belong to Aaron Sorkin, Tommy Schlamme, etc.
Notes: Bex forced me to do it. But I refused to add the UST. Nope, not gonna do that. ;)

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"Dammit! Liz!"

"She, uh, isn't here anymore. She's on maternity leave?"

"Are you telling me or asking?"

"Asking."

"And you are?"

"Suzanne."

"The PA, right?"

"Right."

"You know anywhere I can get glasses fixed in five minutes? Because without these Matt's script is going to look like nothing more than a bunch of scribbles."

"They look like that now."

"What?"

"I said, yes, sir. There's a place around the corner."

"Take 'em. And bring me back the bill."

"You're sure? We usually –"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"My fault, my money. You going to stand there or go?"

"Go."

"Hey Suzanne? Thanks."

~~~~~

"Here."

"Wow, that was quick."

"Well, I know the guy that runs the place. He used to be a boyfriend of a friend and he's been trying to break into the business, so he tends to do favors like this in the hopes that someone will read one of his scripts."

"He any good?"

"Not really."

"But that's a script you have in your hand there."

"I don't like to tell him there's no hope."

"He wants to work in Entertainment. There's never going to be any hope."

"He hasn't figured that out yet."

"But you have?"

"I'm getting there."

~End~

Posted by Cassie on 10:12 AM