theatrical_muse | #326. Mad Men quote
#326 - "Mourning is just extended self-pity."
- Don Draper, Mad Men
CONTAINS HOUSE SEASON 6 SPOILERS
Chase figured he would one day learn to stop making bets with House. He couldn't remember the last time he actually won one... of if he had even won one at all. Probably not. But he was obviously too thick to stop falling for the traps. Seven years and counting now, he was opening his wallet and handing over his hard-earned cash to his boss that was probably on triple the salary he was. This time, though, it didn't hit him in the hip pocket. After the speed-dating fiasco, decided he wasn't going to fall for the same thing again. Now he was single again, he did actually take notice of his cash flow. He had no idea yet just how much his divorce was going to cost him. He hoped he and Cameron would be able to settle amicably, but he also had met enough divorced people to know there could well be as true a thing as an amicable divorce as there was the Loch Ness Monster.
Besides the faint humiliation of realising that he might actually only be hooking up with chicks because of his looks, he did actually take something away from the whole speed dating thing, though. A realisation that it was time to move on. He couldn't sit around alone in the apartment every night moping that he was heading for divorce and that life sucked. He did wallowing so well when he let himself, but it was time to close the book on it. Thirteen might have tried to talk him into the fact his relationship with Cameron had been fine and worth it while it lasted, but at the end of the day, Chase couldn't shake the notion that maybe it had all been a result of his one-sided pushing. Also, if he had only been managing to pull over the years because of his looks, so friggen what? At least he had something in his advantage if his personality was clearly abysmal. He came away from the whole experience with a renewed sense of self. He really did have no problems doing what he always did before the Cameron thing. He picked up chicks... that's all there was to it. He was done mourning his relationship with Cameron when it was over. Time to get out there again.
The only thing was, at the moment, there was one particular chick who had caught his eye. Or he caught her eye. He really had no clue how it all went down, nor did he want to bother analysing it. His bet this time to House hadn't lost him money, it had lost him time. Via clinic duty, in fact. House bet all his clinic shifts for a month that Chase could tell the gay cook in the cafeteria that he liked well hung guys, and end up with the bloke's number. Chase had just laughed, figuring it was an easy win this time, only to shuffle away from the cafeteria dejectedly with the guy's number scrawled on a PPTH napkin. The upside was, though, it placed Chase's presence in the clinic, and the clinic was just a stone's throw away from Cuddy's office...
He dropped the patient file he had just finished with onto the nurses' desk and then threw a curious look over his shoulder in Cuddy's direction. He had been leaning on the raised counter, and despite her adament denial that she perved on any of her staff, Chase had been itching to prove her wrong. And bingo. She was sitting at her desk, her line of sight trained directly on Chase's arse covered in his scrubs as he leaned on the desk. A couple of moments later, her gaze shifted and they locked eyes as a triumphant smirk appeared on Chase's lips. She seemed to get flustered then, but he just fuelled the situation by tugging his scrubs shirt up so it hitched up to his waist, revealing more of his butt to see how she would react. She merely pursed her lips and if Chase was in hearing distance, he knew she would hear her sigh sharply. She stalked purposefully across her office and with a slight tilt of her head, snapped her drapes closed to shut off the view.
Chase sniggered, chewing on the end of his pen. Chase 1 - Cuddy 0.
[Chase's You Really Got Me verse | Cuddy is ihavehisballs]
Word Count | 745
- Don Draper, Mad Men
CONTAINS HOUSE SEASON 6 SPOILERS
Chase figured he would one day learn to stop making bets with House. He couldn't remember the last time he actually won one... of if he had even won one at all. Probably not. But he was obviously too thick to stop falling for the traps. Seven years and counting now, he was opening his wallet and handing over his hard-earned cash to his boss that was probably on triple the salary he was. This time, though, it didn't hit him in the hip pocket. After the speed-dating fiasco, decided he wasn't going to fall for the same thing again. Now he was single again, he did actually take notice of his cash flow. He had no idea yet just how much his divorce was going to cost him. He hoped he and Cameron would be able to settle amicably, but he also had met enough divorced people to know there could well be as true a thing as an amicable divorce as there was the Loch Ness Monster.
Besides the faint humiliation of realising that he might actually only be hooking up with chicks because of his looks, he did actually take something away from the whole speed dating thing, though. A realisation that it was time to move on. He couldn't sit around alone in the apartment every night moping that he was heading for divorce and that life sucked. He did wallowing so well when he let himself, but it was time to close the book on it. Thirteen might have tried to talk him into the fact his relationship with Cameron had been fine and worth it while it lasted, but at the end of the day, Chase couldn't shake the notion that maybe it had all been a result of his one-sided pushing. Also, if he had only been managing to pull over the years because of his looks, so friggen what? At least he had something in his advantage if his personality was clearly abysmal. He came away from the whole experience with a renewed sense of self. He really did have no problems doing what he always did before the Cameron thing. He picked up chicks... that's all there was to it. He was done mourning his relationship with Cameron when it was over. Time to get out there again.
The only thing was, at the moment, there was one particular chick who had caught his eye. Or he caught her eye. He really had no clue how it all went down, nor did he want to bother analysing it. His bet this time to House hadn't lost him money, it had lost him time. Via clinic duty, in fact. House bet all his clinic shifts for a month that Chase could tell the gay cook in the cafeteria that he liked well hung guys, and end up with the bloke's number. Chase had just laughed, figuring it was an easy win this time, only to shuffle away from the cafeteria dejectedly with the guy's number scrawled on a PPTH napkin. The upside was, though, it placed Chase's presence in the clinic, and the clinic was just a stone's throw away from Cuddy's office...
He dropped the patient file he had just finished with onto the nurses' desk and then threw a curious look over his shoulder in Cuddy's direction. He had been leaning on the raised counter, and despite her adament denial that she perved on any of her staff, Chase had been itching to prove her wrong. And bingo. She was sitting at her desk, her line of sight trained directly on Chase's arse covered in his scrubs as he leaned on the desk. A couple of moments later, her gaze shifted and they locked eyes as a triumphant smirk appeared on Chase's lips. She seemed to get flustered then, but he just fuelled the situation by tugging his scrubs shirt up so it hitched up to his waist, revealing more of his butt to see how she would react. She merely pursed her lips and if Chase was in hearing distance, he knew she would hear her sigh sharply. She stalked purposefully across her office and with a slight tilt of her head, snapped her drapes closed to shut off the view.
Chase sniggered, chewing on the end of his pen. Chase 1 - Cuddy 0.
[Chase's You Really Got Me verse | Cuddy is ihavehisballs]
Word Count | 745