muse_shuffle: February, Disc 2, #8 "If it ain't easy"
muse_shuffle If you got a play date >> Girl, I'll make it worth breakin' >> So we can go all night long (Steve Carlson - ‘If It Ain’t Easy’)
Chase had vaguely realised his phone was ringing in his pocket as he tried to peel one of the student nurses hands away from his groin. Granted, he hadn't minded the younger man copping a feel at first, but seriously, the guy kissed like a fish gasping for it’s last breath. Chase was sure if he kept within his vicinity, he’d risk having his tonsils sucked from their sockets. Not that he needed his tonsils, but he also didn’t want to drown in a stranger’s saliva either.
He stumbled out of reach of the grabbing hands. “S’rry, mate… s’riously, you’re gonna rip it off…” he slurred, reaching for the drink he’d set down on the table nearby. He sucked down a heavy swallow and fumbled in his pocket for his phone. He had a message, but before he could see who it was, he dropped it. “Oh, fuck,” he cursed, leaning over messily to grab it. He lost his footing a little, giggling as he managed to right himself on the edge of the table.
“HEY WILSON!” he shouted, having a tendency to talk too loud when he was drunk. “YOUR ARSE LOOKS HOT IN NAVY!” he declared, sending Wilson a thumbs up before remembering he had a message.
It was too loud to think straight. Thinking straight was an impossibility at the moment, anyway. He weaved his way towards the door, which took him close to twenty minutes as he kept getting stopped and showered in Valentine’s kisses. Oh my GOD! Evil Nurse Brenda tried to use tongue! he thought to himself, panicked. He stumbled out into the courtyard, scrubbing at his tongue like a pre-teen thinking he had girl cooties would and then gulped down another mouthful of his drink.
After the whole ritual, he managed to push the right button to call up the message (after pressing the wrong one four times and setting off a chain of highly embarrassing ringtones). By the time Rogue’s message was over with, Chase was grinning stupidly.
He hit redial without thinking twice, listening to the buzzing rings. When he heard her voice, he started to giggle. “Hey, Rogie… listen, I-,” but he was cut off when she kept talking and he only then realised it was her machine. “Oh bollocks.” Now what?
He waited until the message was through, then realised the beep had sounded. “Oh HEY! Guess what! I got your message and… I got it and all.” More giggling. “S’riously, you want a date? Like a date-date? An’ you know what? I think I’m maybe just a little bit drunk…” He held his fingers up together, even though there was no way she could see the gesture, slopping his drink over the rim of the cup and all down his pants.
“Oh fuck! Did you see that? See what I did? Oh man… these are my good pants, too…” He started brushing at the leg of the pants and then suddenly straightened, the pants forgotten. “So, yeah! Date. S’riously? ‘Cause, today wassorta like a date, in a non-date date type way. It had the hot dog thing and grabby gropey thingy in the park and was close and Valentiny in a not-date way, you know? And the sex. Phwoar! It’s like, cripple-inducin’ erections if you just look at me the right way… You know, I’ve been kinda meanin’ to call you anyway and… you know, call, like, with a phone. Not, like, sepha… sempha… semamph… Morse Code or shit like that. I wanted to call and tell ya’ that…” He broke off in a sneezing fit, then half regained his composure. “Sorry, somethin’ got up my nose. Yeah, I wanted to tell ya’ that-” And before he had a chance to finish, his phone went dead and cut the message of mid-way.
annamarie_rogue and justwilson used with permission. Follows on from Rogue's post HERE.
Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Words | 635
Chase had vaguely realised his phone was ringing in his pocket as he tried to peel one of the student nurses hands away from his groin. Granted, he hadn't minded the younger man copping a feel at first, but seriously, the guy kissed like a fish gasping for it’s last breath. Chase was sure if he kept within his vicinity, he’d risk having his tonsils sucked from their sockets. Not that he needed his tonsils, but he also didn’t want to drown in a stranger’s saliva either.
He stumbled out of reach of the grabbing hands. “S’rry, mate… s’riously, you’re gonna rip it off…” he slurred, reaching for the drink he’d set down on the table nearby. He sucked down a heavy swallow and fumbled in his pocket for his phone. He had a message, but before he could see who it was, he dropped it. “Oh, fuck,” he cursed, leaning over messily to grab it. He lost his footing a little, giggling as he managed to right himself on the edge of the table.
“HEY WILSON!” he shouted, having a tendency to talk too loud when he was drunk. “YOUR ARSE LOOKS HOT IN NAVY!” he declared, sending Wilson a thumbs up before remembering he had a message.
It was too loud to think straight. Thinking straight was an impossibility at the moment, anyway. He weaved his way towards the door, which took him close to twenty minutes as he kept getting stopped and showered in Valentine’s kisses. Oh my GOD! Evil Nurse Brenda tried to use tongue! he thought to himself, panicked. He stumbled out into the courtyard, scrubbing at his tongue like a pre-teen thinking he had girl cooties would and then gulped down another mouthful of his drink.
After the whole ritual, he managed to push the right button to call up the message (after pressing the wrong one four times and setting off a chain of highly embarrassing ringtones). By the time Rogue’s message was over with, Chase was grinning stupidly.
He hit redial without thinking twice, listening to the buzzing rings. When he heard her voice, he started to giggle. “Hey, Rogie… listen, I-,” but he was cut off when she kept talking and he only then realised it was her machine. “Oh bollocks.” Now what?
He waited until the message was through, then realised the beep had sounded. “Oh HEY! Guess what! I got your message and… I got it and all.” More giggling. “S’riously, you want a date? Like a date-date? An’ you know what? I think I’m maybe just a little bit drunk…” He held his fingers up together, even though there was no way she could see the gesture, slopping his drink over the rim of the cup and all down his pants.
“Oh fuck! Did you see that? See what I did? Oh man… these are my good pants, too…” He started brushing at the leg of the pants and then suddenly straightened, the pants forgotten. “So, yeah! Date. S’riously? ‘Cause, today wassorta like a date, in a non-date date type way. It had the hot dog thing and grabby gropey thingy in the park and was close and Valentiny in a not-date way, you know? And the sex. Phwoar! It’s like, cripple-inducin’ erections if you just look at me the right way… You know, I’ve been kinda meanin’ to call you anyway and… you know, call, like, with a phone. Not, like, sepha… sempha… semamph… Morse Code or shit like that. I wanted to call and tell ya’ that…” He broke off in a sneezing fit, then half regained his composure. “Sorry, somethin’ got up my nose. Yeah, I wanted to tell ya’ that-” And before he had a chance to finish, his phone went dead and cut the message of mid-way.
annamarie_rogue and justwilson used with permission. Follows on from Rogue's post HERE.
Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Words | 635