[OTA and/or TAG PETER] Celebration of sorts

[chasemd]

Chase realised sometime over the course of the morning that he had actually passed his island anniversary. He had been here a little over three years now, and it was surreal to admit. Most of the time, it didn't feel that long, but every now and again, some days just felt like he had been there forever. So much had changed in the last year alone.

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[imgrounded]

Peter wandered into the resort bar a little before 7pm. He'd been hoping to beat Chase, but as he spotted the blond doctor already seated at the bar, he couldn't help but smile. He was dressed in a navy blue military style shirt, and black slacks, his attempt at a slightly formal look. The pants fitted in all the right places, and Peter's smile became a smirk as he started to check out his boyfriend

[chasemd]

Chase had let himself lapse into a daydream about nothing in particular as he indulged in his drink. It was nice to turn the brain off now and again, and Chase had never had particular trouble achieving a brain shut down in the past. In fact, he had been accused often of having an attention span the size of a pea. Not that there was anything wrong with that.

He smiled and turned his head to look at up Peter, giving him a brief kiss. "Hey right back at you," he said with a smirk. "How are you feeling?" The question was often and perhaps maybe overkill on Chase's part of late, but Peter seemed to understand. After Peter had been seriously ill during the epidemic, it was just over-caution on Chase's part to check Peter was okay. Relapse wasn't totally off the cards, yet. Especially after the body had been so taxed. But he was more expectant of someone like Draco to relapse, who had less body fat than an ant. So far, no one had represented, though, and Chase was still proud of the team for what they achieved.

[imgrounded]

Peter wet his lips, tilting his head as he gave Chase a knowing smile. He really did understand the constant questioning, he did the same to patients he saw in the resort, or out on the street. It was hard to let go of their care even when they'd been discharged. "I could make a comment involving your hand, and my pants, but I won't. I'll behave. I'm feeling pretty good. Pretty much back to normal."

He moved to take the stool beside Chase, his hand now resting on his thigh. "How does it feel having a night off? Do I need to be prepared in case you fall off your stool in shock?"

[chasemd]

Chase laughed. "Oh come on, the night's young. We can still get to that hand and pants thing, repeatedly," he teased back and took a small sip of his drink. "I know, I'm getting annoying. I ran into Rob earlier and he offered to turn his head and cough because he said I looked like I wanted to feel his forehead. The whole tropical setting, I'm overly aware now. God knows what new arrivals might be bringing in with them."

He smirked and rubbe dhis hand against Peter's. "CPR at the ready. I'm going to need a lot of it tonight. The plus side of it all is I don't even feel tired. Just relieved to be away from the Med Centre."