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[jupiter3]

patrick catches art's arm, something wild in his eyes.

"you wouldn't," not even when patrick would goad him like this, rile him up just to see something light up in him.

like disarming a gun, he lifts art's fingertips to his lips, kissing them in surrender.

he's watching patrick's mouth shape it and realizes, i don't wanna know you for the rest of your life.

he forces that on him. boiling, pre-match kind of ill, art muscles himself on top, beating miles a minute in his throat.

he goes to backhand him on-the-court unthinking.

[jupiter3]

"that's not what this is."

"don't try to pretend it's the old days. i want a hitting partner, not to be your punching bag." except he does, sort of. just not on the court.

Is he letting her win?

"Hey! What the fuck was that?"

[jupiter3]

like for a one liner from patrick from ch.allengers. no movie spoilers, just a freak who loves tennis

[jupiter3]

patrick climbs off, sits up.

"that's fucking clear, man. you can rub that shit in for the rest of my life."

then, crueler than he has the right to be, "guess it's the only time you've actually beat me, huh?"

he does, for the second that he’s uncomfortable.

for the other that he’s angry. the third, sad.

❝she’s my wife.❞

[jupiter3]

"so you can fuck my girlfriend but i can't fuck yours?"

"Yeah, maybe. Come on. You wouldn't do that to me, right?"

"—right?"

[jupiter3]

fuck, she's brutal.

he misses this one, grunts out an ungentlemanly "fuck! focus!"

Don’t call her that

don’t say that when she’s rushing. It shows up in her wrist; the hit flings back off a sidespin as nasty as he deserves.

[jupiter3]

he'd always hold my head under the water a little too long. 'cause he wanted me to be all guts no glory; "all survivor, no guilt" he said.

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[jupiter3]

"ah, fuck!"

just like when they were teenagers.

patrick scrambles, rolling until he's on top.

"watch it, man."

take

some pride

in his tackle, you———— has-been bitch?–

[jupiter3]

wheel starter?

[jupiter3]

anytime patrick finds himself in a conundrum, or in a situation where he needs to get what he wants, he will follow the same line of questioning

do you like tennis? if so, do you like me? if not, do you like sex?

and it works about 70% of the time

(as evidenced in the movie, sometimes he just has to look at you pathetically enough and that will work, too. he acquires a yummy breakfast sandwich this way.)

[jupiter3]

@mercywoman

he does not have the money to pay for this meal. fuck.

"hey," to the waitress, flashing his most charming smile, "do you like tennis?"

[jupiter3]

his goofy ass hits the ball right back. i'm your peer, he'd told her once, years and years ago.

"you can do better, tash. come on."

She hates that stupid fucking face. Lobs for it hard.

-- not an actual lob. His goofy ass wouldn’t have a clue what that meant.

[jupiter3]

"upper-class mediocrity,"

"an unfulfilling sex life - despite having one of the hottest women on earth as your wife. you made tashi duncan a milf, art. take some pride in that."

❝yeah?❞

art crouches down so they’re level for once. he’s so close he can smell patrick’s in-n-out bullshit.

❝what do you see?❞

tommy hilfiger, breitling, and?

[jupiter3]

"don't you think that's super backwards and, like, fucked up, and sexist?"

"i hear the guys talk shit all the time."

"We have, like, an image. We're going to get a reputation for being bitches if you keep talking like that over literally nothing. And bitches don't get gigs. Not at this level." she adds with a grumble, admitting their own small status.

[jupiter3]

tempting.

"nothing just, fucking, invasive questions, as always."

"hey, what's going on?"

"do you need me to bite someone? 'cause i will."

[jupiter3]

@eyeshone

"so did you want a selfie, or...?"

[jupiter3]

"they should study me in schools."

"come on, tell me i'm good."

Offhandedly, neither believing nor doubting him: "Sure you aren't. Your ego is perfectly healthy."