I promise more is on the way.

This is just an interim ficlet that bugged me until I got it written. Because watching Roger walk all over Lleyton Hewitt at the Open final, all I could think of was how much of a better match it would've been if it was Roger vs Andy instead. Because Andy's the only one in my opinion with a chance of beating Roger in a final right now and it's about time he got round to it dammit.

It's also for liroa15 who was having a bad day. *hugs* Hope this helps a bit. More substantial fic is on the way.

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Title: Isn’t Everything
Fandom: Tennis!slash
Rating: PG… probably not worth a PG-13.
Pairing: Roddick/Federer
Summary: Roger’s thoughts out on court after Andy (eventually) beats him in a final. This is my way of saying it’d be nice to see Roddick get his ass in gear and start evening their rivalry out a little bit. Set at the end of a hypothetical 2005 US Open final.
Disclaimer: Own nothing do I, not the tennis players or anything to do with Flushing Meadows/the US Open. And I’m not claiming any of this has or will ever happen. Though I’d be a happy bunny if it did. ;-)

( Isn't Everything )

o_O I didn't think anyone HAD that much money.

Researching Manhattan hotels for the current Roddick/Federer fic I'm working on, I idly stuck in some dates around my birthday at the end of October out of curiosity for prices and availability for the New York Palace. Based on four nights, the most expensive it came up with was;

Room Type: Tower Dlx 1-Bdrm Ste
1st Night: $1600.00
Average:$1600.00
Total: $6400.00

o_O

Does anyone *have* that much money to spend on a four night break?! Because... I could probably pay my accomodation for three years at Lancaster for not much more. Un-smegging believable.

And tennis players regulary get large suites. They are so f**king spoilt. S'not fair. *sighs*

In other news, have new black boots. Yay! Also have pretty purple handled cutlery. I *own* cutlery. (I can't even spell cutlery *headdesk*) I find this amusing for some reason.

In less good news, have... three days left. Room is disaster area since I've decided everything is getting packed Thursday so there's no point hanging clothes up only to stuff them in suitcases. Woe, much woe.

Have been told I must write more tennis slash, so I'm off to do that for a while longer. Suddenly realised just how much of my summer has been dedicated to Roddick/Federer. My obsession is either scary, or very funny. I'm leaning towards believing the latter, simply for my own sanity.

Boots! ^________^

Clo