here<\/a><\/p><\/p>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ktbob:6160","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/ktbob.livejournal.com\/6160.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/ktbob.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=6160"}}],"title":"News about ESS","published":"2013-05-30T16:08:54Z","updated":"2013-05-30T16:08:54Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"news"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"eric sheffer stevens rocks"}}],"content":"
Just a quick FYI - Eric was at a benefit performance a week or so ago, and there's a write up on Kate Davies blog today. <\/p>
http:\/\/kate-davies.blogspot.com\/2013\/05\/he-lives-news-about-eric-sheffer.html?m=1<\/p>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ktbob:6122","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/ktbob.livejournal.com\/6122.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/ktbob.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=6122"}}],"title":"Reid Oliver, Accidental Wedding Planner","published":"2012-06-21T05:05:47Z","updated":"2012-06-21T05:05:47Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"reverse big bang"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"rating: pg"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"pairings: luke and reid"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"fic: atwt"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"lolwhut?"}}],"content":"
Title: Reid Oliver, Accidental Wedding Planner
Rating: PG
Author: ktbob
Pairing: Luke\/Reid
Written For: Reverse Big Bang
Summary: Holden and Lily are getting married. Again. Of course, Luke is expected to handle the details. But when he enlists Dr. Oliver in his plans, things go awry...<\/span><\/span>
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Reid looked up from his paperwork in time to see Mr. Snyder storm into his office, face mutinous, and drop into the nearest chair. <\/span><\/span><\/p>Which happened to be across from Reid’s desk. <\/span><\/span><\/p>Reid waited a couple of seconds, but the usually-verbose Richie Rich said nothing. Instead, he tapped his foot impatiently on the floor and chewed on his lower lip.<\/span><\/span><\/p>Okay, Reid really did NOT want to focus on Mr. Snyder’s mouth, petulant or not. The man was entitled, obnoxious, too damn cheerful, and prone to blackmail when he didn’t get what he wanted.<\/span><\/span><\/p>He was also, sadly, off-limits.<\/span><\/span><\/p>Reid narrowed his eyes at Mr. Snyder. Mr. Snyder huffed out a breath and glared at the wall over Reid’s shoulder. <\/span><\/span><\/p>He wasn’t going to ask. He wasn’t.<\/span><\/span><\/p>The man across the desk sighed again and crossed his arms over his chest. Damn, that shirt was perfectly fitted. Probably had it custom-tailored or something. <\/span><\/span><\/p>Focus, man, focus. Do not<\/i> think about Mr. Snyder’s chest.<\/span><\/span><\/p>Or his mouth, or any other part of his anatomy.<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Fine.” Reid tossed his pen on the desk. “You clearly want someone to pay attention to your little temper tantrum. Whatever. Just spill and get it off your chest —" poor choice of words "- and then go away so I can get some work done."<\/span><\/span>
Mr. Snyder glared at him. “If you must know, my parents are getting married. Again.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Your parents.” Reid pretended to think. “So, Hot Mom and – which dad is it? Bad Dad or Good Dad? Or is there another parent lurking out there I haven’t had the displeasure of meeting?”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Ha, ha. Funny.” Mr. Snyder rolled his eyes. “Lily and Holden. As I’m sure you well know.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>Actually, he didn’t. The convoluted relationship status of the inhabitants of Oakdale held no interest for him; therefore, he chose not to pay attention most of the time.<\/span><\/span><\/p>Most<\/i><\/span> being the operative word.<\/span><\/p>“And this impacts you how?” Reid shuffled some papers. “I was under the impression that you’re a grown-ass man. Why is mommy and daddy’s marital status of such vital importance to you?”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Because, you jerk, they’re expecting me to plan it for them.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>Reid raised one eyebrow. “And you said no, of course.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>Mr. Snyder clamped his mouth shut.<\/span><\/span><\/p>“No. Of course you didn’t.” Reid waved a hand in dismissal. “Forget the grown-ass man comment. Clearly, I was delusional when I said it.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“I’m the oldest,” he protested. “It’s not like Faith could have put something like this together.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>Reid sighed. “One. Sure she could. Two. Who cares if she couldn’t? Three. It’s no one’s responsibility other than your parents. They want to waste time and money on a remarriage that will last as long as the pull-by date on the yogurt in my fridge? Fine, go ahead, but they should Do. It. Themselves.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“They’re so busy,” Luke – Mr. Snyder – said weakly. “Mom’s starting that new perfume venture, and Dad’s…” his voice trailed off.<\/span><\/span><\/p>“You have no idea what your dad does, do you?” Reid smirked at the silence that followed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. And seriously, do they think you’re not busy, too? Not just running the foundation, but taking care of the shipping company, and now helping with the neuro-wing planning. Why do they assume you’re just going to drop everything and come running the minute they snap their fingers?”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Maybe because I do?” The blond shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess it’s a habit. But now that I’ve agreed to help, I really can’t back out.” <\/span><\/span><\/p>Reid arched a brow.<\/span><\/span><\/p>“I can’t<\/i>. Besides, it could be fun?”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“You sound so convinced.” <\/span><\/span><\/p>“I’m trying to look on the bright side. I just don’t want to do it all alone.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>Reid shrugged. “So get one of your friends to help out. Or Noah.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Noah?” Mr. Snyder snorted a laugh. “Yeah, the whole ‘lack of eyesight’ thing could interfere with giving an opinion on colors and decorations and things like that.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Don’t count on it,” Reid muttered under his breath.<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Plus the fact that we broke up, which makes looking at anything romance-y twice as painful. Anyway, I’m kind of in a time crunch, and since we’ve got some deadlines coming up for the neuro-wing, I thought…”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“No.” Reid stood up and leaned over his desk menacingly. “Don’t say it. Don’t even think it. I am not and never will be a wedding planner. Get up, walk out that door, and we’ll pretend this conversation never happened.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“There’ll be food,” Mr. Snyder said hopefully.<\/span><\/span><\/p>“No.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“And cake. We’ll have to try lots of different cakes.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>Reid glared at him.<\/span><\/span><\/p>“I can’t think of anyone I’d trust more to help pick out the right menu for this.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Shut up.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“We’ll have to taste test every item, of course.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“You play dirty, Mr. Snyder.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>The bastard grinned at him. Grinned! “You already knew that about me, Dr. Oliver. It’s one of my best qualities, don’t you think?”<\/span><\/span><\/p>With a renewed bounce to his step, he took his leave, promising to have Reid’s admin put some appointments on his calendar. <\/span><\/span><\/p>Reid shook his head at the closed door. A force of nature, that was Mr. Snyder. And he was right.<\/span><\/span><\/p>His ability to play dirty was definitely one of his best qualities.<\/span><\/span><\/p>*<\/span><\/span><\/p>Dr. Oliver was late.<\/span><\/span><\/p>Luke checked his watch – again – and sighed heavily. He should have known the bastard would back out of this. <\/span><\/span><\/p>Planning a wedding was obviously not a top priority for the man. But they had deadlines to meet on the neurowing, too, and Luke had hoped they could kill two birds with one stone by discussing their plans at the same time.<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Don’t worry, sir, I’m sure she’ll be here soon,” the clerk said.<\/span><\/span><\/p>“He’ll,” Luke corrected absently. “He’ll be here soon.” Or there would be hell to pay.<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Oh, of course.” She giggled. “Sorry to assume.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>Luke shrugged. Why would she know whether he’d bring a man or a woman along to help him plan this thing? “No big deal.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“It’s a very big deal,” she said, then leaned over to whisper conspiratorially, “I’m an ally.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>Luke nodded, his attention drawn to the three ring binder on the table in front of him. “Sorry, but is this a sample book?” When she nodded, he asked, “May I start looking through it? I’m sure Dr. Oliver will be along soon.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Dr. Oliver.” She laughed, as if he’d said something funny. “Cute.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>Luke looked up, surprised. “You’ve met him?”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Not yet,” she said.<\/span><\/span><\/p>Then how did she know he was cute? Luke shook his head. Maybe they should go with a different florist.<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Sorry I’m late.” Dr. Oliver’s dry tone made it clear that he was the furthest thing from sorry. “Busy cutting into someone’s brain.” He rubbed his hands together. “It was awesome.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Excuse me?” The florist stared at him, wide-eyed.<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Dr. Oliver is a neurosurgeon,” Luke explained.<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Oh, that explains the ‘doctor’ part,” she said.<\/span><\/span><\/p>Dr. Oliver rolled his eyes. “No, my parents named me that. They thought ‘doctor’ was an excellent first name.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>He sat down on the couch next to Luke, who promptly elbowed him in the side. “Don’t be sarcastic,” he warned.<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Not possible. I’ll be unable to communicate.” <\/span><\/span><\/p>“Smartass.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>They smiled at each other, looking away when the saleswoman cleared her throat. “So what’s your actual first name,” she asked.<\/span><\/span><\/p>“What business is it of…” he started, but Luke talked over him.<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Reid,” he said. “His name is Reid.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>Luke’s stomach flip-flopped just a little bit at saying his name out loud for the first time. <\/span><\/span><\/p>“Thanks, Snyder,” Reid said with an eye-roll. <\/span><\/span><\/p>“Any time,” he said, ignoring the sarcasm. “And it’s Luke.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“I know,” Reid said, his voice low and intimate. <\/span><\/span><\/p>Luke blinked. What the hell?<\/span><\/span><\/p>“So, Luke and Reid,” the florist said, clapping her hands together briskly. “What, exactly, are you looking for?”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Well, lilies, obviously,” Luke said.<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Are you kidding?” Reid stared at him. “Could you get more predictable?”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“What?” Luke shrugged. “It seems appropriate.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>“Yeah, if you’re going for literalism.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>