[OPEN] I'm too sexy for this banana hammock

[vicodinrules]

House decided that whoever created Speedos had to die. He also decided it was an Aussie and by default, that mean Chase should suffer. He spent all morning trailing the younger blond doctor to infuriation until Chase finally locked him out of the Medical Centre and erased his passcode. The evil genius plan had worked - without a passcode, he couldn

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[cutthroatbitch]

Amber spotted the pain in the arse physician as he entered the pool area of the resort. She had heard about his Chase harrassment... just about everyone in the Med Centra had. Chase was laid back and normall very tolerant of most things, but House had a way of driving anyone to insanity if he so persisted as such.

She came to stand at the end of his sunlounge, hands on hips and smirk firmly set in place. "I thought you would be feather Remy's pockets at the strip club with your new found freedom." She held up a hand. "Please, no more dead jokes. They're getting old. If I was a zombie, I would make it my personal hobby to haunt you."

[vicodinrules]

"Hey, I'd still do you if you were a zombie. You could eat my brains as foreplay," House returned, shrugging with a smirk. "Admit it. Now that Wilson is gone, you want to do me." He made a show of preening with exaggeration.

[cutthroatbitch]

Amber snorted and sat down on the lounge beside him. "You were the one having sexual fantasies about a nearly dead woman, House. Brains would be softcore for you," she threw back, matching his smirk. "Why was Chase your target today. You realise your arse will be hauled back to Clinic in the morning."

[vicodinrules]

"I'm gay and want his arse," House said without hesitation, sipping his cocktail complete with an exaggeratedly raise pinkie finger. "My evil plan is coming to fruition. Don't tell me you've never had Exam Room fantasies. You and Jimmy bumping the gurney into the wall over and over and over again."

[trialbyheart]

The last thing Buffy came to expect out of a place like this was rain, and the one she'd expect the most of was cat calls. It hadn't stopped her from changing into a bathing suit, slathering scented oil onto her skin and finding the resort's pool. Whatever was going on here, at least she had a way out for awhile. Somewhere to go, somewhere else to be.

On her back the sun beat down its warm rays and Buffy dropped her towel into one of the lounge chairs before tucking her legs together and diving into the pool.

It had been too long since she'd done something for herself.