The House Always Wins 8/?

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Author: Lara (zebra.ljb@verizon.net)

Rating: R for language

Disclaimer: Story based on a fictional movie using real people in a fictional setting. Not real.

Note: No, I didn't forget about this story. Sorry for the big delay.

THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS

Eight

 

The next night, they all met at a restaurant off the Las Vegas Strip. They did not sit together, but they were near enough to hear the conversations that the other table was having. Dave, John, Elijah and Sean Bean were at one table. Ian, Sean Astin, Dominic, Billy and Viggo were at another.

"I’ll take your check," John murmured to Viggo as he sat down. Viggo nodded imperceptibly.

"Thank GOD I didn’t have to sit with those two idiots," Bean murmured as he watched Dom and Billy fight over the breadbasket.

"The more you act like you don’t like someone, the more you truly care about them," Dave said, hiding behind his menu.

"That must be why I tell everyone how much I hate you," Bean teased so soft that only Dave could hear. Dave was grateful that the menu hid his blushes.

"Contacting you was the biggest mistake Viggo made," Sean Astin growled at Billy and Dom. "Should we get you a children’s menu?"

"Should we help ya pull that stick out yer ass?" Billy retorted. Dominic burst into giggles, and even Ian had to smile.

"Just ignore them," Viggo told Sean. "They like attention."

"Love it," Dom agreed. "Live for it."

"Just read your menus and be quiet, please," Ian said, and the two men immediately quieted down.

"Do you really think this is going to work, Beanie?" Elijah asked Sean Bean. They had decided to call him that to differentiate between he and the younger Sean.

"I think Viggo knows what he’s doing," Bean hedged. He was as nervous as Elijah about this. It was the biggest job he’d ever done, and he didn’t like the feel of it. He knew, also, that Viggo was doing this for more than just the money.

Bean looked at Dave. He and the dancer had been quite involved two years before, but after a job had gone desperately wrong, they had gone their separate ways. Seeing him that day had shocked Bean beyond belief. He didn’t know that his feelings were still as strong as they had been before. He and Dave had gone for drinks that night as friends only, though he could feel a strange undercurrent of emotion during their conversation.

"I think with Beanie and Viggo at the helm, things will go well." Dave closed his menu and sipped at his water.

"I’m not at the helm, mate." Bean held up his hands.

"Sure you are, lad. You’re the one the boys always go to in a pinch," John contradicted. "You’re the right hand man; don’t say you aren’t."

"Fine," Bean sighed. "He and I are meeting with someone who will get us plans to the vaults…from there it will be up to us all to make this work."

"Can we make copies of these?" Viggo waved the papers in the air.

"Yes, but hurry!" The man in the security guard uniform wiped sweat from his brow. "It’s just a Records Office job, but it’s the only thing I’ve got. It keeps me free to make my movies. Don’t get me caught," he begged.

"Pete, relax." Bean clapped him on the back. "We’ll be gone in a minute, if you show us where the copier is."

Peter Jackson sighed. "Fine. Down the hall to the left. PLEASE hurry!"

Viggo and Bean went to the copier room and quickly copied the plans. "After we’re done, call the others and have them meet tomorrow for lunch."

"Where?" Bean asked.

"Ask Ian if we can meet at his bungalow in the desert." Viggo closed the copier and handed the originals to Bean.

"Bungalow?"

"Just call him and ask," Viggo said.

"Oh, yes, of course, my boy," Ian said, chuckling. "It is definitely available if Viggo requests it…have everyone meet in front of the Mandalay Bay, and I will have a driver transport you out."

"We could just get there on our own, Mr. McKellan," Bean said, very uncomfortable calling him by his first name. "It wouldn’t be a problem."

"Sean, my boy, it is a problem for me to organize such a thing. Look for a man called Craig. He will get you here in one piece."

"If that’s how you want it," Bean said, hanging up with a shrug.

Bean’s eyebrows raised into his bangs as a minivan pulled up to the taxi area. "You Bean?" The driver called through the window. Bean nodded. "Okay, pile in."

"What’s your name?" Bean asked, ever suspicious.

"Craig Parker, for fuck’s sake," the driver snapped.

Bean grabbed Billy and Dom by the collar and shoved them in the general direction of the van. "Get in and behalf."

"We’re not six, you git," Dom said, annoyed.

Bean waited until John, Sean, Elijah, Billy, Dom and Dave were in before he got in himself and slid the door closed. John, Billy and Elijah were in the far back seat, with Dom in the front by Craig. "I’ll separate you fools for good by cracking your heads together if you don’t stop acting like you’re six!" John growled. Dom stared straight ahead, while Billy sullenly pouted by the window. Bean smiled. Finally someone that frightened the cousins.

"Here," Dave said softly, sliding towards the window so Bean could sit next to him. Bean nodded his thanks and sat down.

"We’ll be on the road for almost two hours," Craig called back. "Make yourselves comfortable."

Dom put his feet on the dashboard and cuddled into a ball. Bean looked over his shoulder and saw Elijah fast asleep before they even left Mandalay Bay property. Billy stared out the window, saying nothing, and John was soon snoring as well.

Bean found himself nodding a few times, waking up as soon as his chin hit his chest. "C’mere, Mr. Macho…just lay your head down." Dave’s arm slid around Bean’s shoulders, tugging until Bean lay his head on Dave’s shoulder. "Give in once in a while."

 

Comments

[blinddreamer.livejournal.com]

Peter!! Craig! I like how the actors keep making more and more appearances. And the Dave/Sean stuff is so adorable.

[tradesland.livejournal.com]

"The more you act like you don’t like someone, the more you truly care about them," Dave said, hiding behind his menu.

"That must be why I tell everyone how much I hate you," Bean teased so soft that only Dave could hear. Dave was grateful that the menu hid his blushes.

OH MY SQUEEEE Hooked I´ll tell you hooked

Dave/SeanB = adorable

[zebraljb.livejournal.com]

Your icon is fantastic. *hugs PrettySilverLegolas*

Thank you!!