Fancy meeting you here.
for carolinecrane CSI RPS George/Eric crowded, overtime, and headache... it is a little strange, and as always unbetaed. I hope it isn't too horrible. (350 words, ish)
Eric leaned over just close enough to George's ear to tickle his neck hair. "Sure is crowded, huh?"
George, who hadn't been really focused on the party in the first place, shook his head in some semblance of a response. He wasn't much of a party person that was true. He loved social gatherings; loved hanging out with a six pack of beer and a group of close friends, but the concept of big parties just didn't seem to him to be much fun. If he was one to be honest, from the moment he entered the building he had been trying to come up with an excuse to leave.
"And loud," Eric added, leaning in close enough for George to get a whiff of a healthy dose of eggnog. "Crowded and loud."
"I would say that is a good enough observation, for a TV CSI," George smiled, possibly the first real smile of the evening, but didn't turn to see if Eric was smiling too. "Everyone needs a break sometimes, I guess." And even though he hadn't had nearly as much eggnog as he suspected Eric had, he felt the slightest twang of his accent slipping through. He was tired, had been working two straight sixty our weeks to get themselves off for the holidays on time and was just a shade better than the walking dead.
When Eric began humming, George turned his head slightly and was met with a familiar mischievous smile. A smile that he knew all too well, and that had been signaled the start of something six years previous at a similar party. Eric wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and leaned a little closer. "Crowded, loud, and hot."
"I don't see where you are going with this," George said, trying his best to play innocent and not trying at all to mask his southern roots.
"I sense a headache coming on," Eric said, his signature grin just barely contained. "And I think I am going to need a ride home."
A grin split his face in two, and all of a sudden George wasn't quite so tired any more.
More to come, when my muse stops cavorting and comes back to me.
Eric leaned over just close enough to George's ear to tickle his neck hair. "Sure is crowded, huh?"
George, who hadn't been really focused on the party in the first place, shook his head in some semblance of a response. He wasn't much of a party person that was true. He loved social gatherings; loved hanging out with a six pack of beer and a group of close friends, but the concept of big parties just didn't seem to him to be much fun. If he was one to be honest, from the moment he entered the building he had been trying to come up with an excuse to leave.
"And loud," Eric added, leaning in close enough for George to get a whiff of a healthy dose of eggnog. "Crowded and loud."
"I would say that is a good enough observation, for a TV CSI," George smiled, possibly the first real smile of the evening, but didn't turn to see if Eric was smiling too. "Everyone needs a break sometimes, I guess." And even though he hadn't had nearly as much eggnog as he suspected Eric had, he felt the slightest twang of his accent slipping through. He was tired, had been working two straight sixty our weeks to get themselves off for the holidays on time and was just a shade better than the walking dead.
When Eric began humming, George turned his head slightly and was met with a familiar mischievous smile. A smile that he knew all too well, and that had been signaled the start of something six years previous at a similar party. Eric wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and leaned a little closer. "Crowded, loud, and hot."
"I don't see where you are going with this," George said, trying his best to play innocent and not trying at all to mask his southern roots.
"I sense a headache coming on," Eric said, his signature grin just barely contained. "And I think I am going to need a ride home."
A grin split his face in two, and all of a sudden George wasn't quite so tired any more.
More to come, when my muse stops cavorting and comes back to me.