What goes around comes around

[ text : brainiac ] why?  I would [ text : brainiac ] that’s fine I have plenty

[ text : brainiac ] no sense of fun or adventure.  that’s you [ text : brainiac ] but if it will help your delicate sensibilities I will make sure I have pants on when you get here

[ text : brainiac ] you have no sense of fun.  fine

alwayscomesback answered:

[ text ] what would make you think that?

[ text ] trust me, you’re the highlight

“Whoa, are you okay?”

“You took that hit pretty hard…”

“Don’t stand up yet.”

“That definitely looks broken…”

“Walk it off.”

“How are you feeling?”

“When was the last time you slept?”

“You look like shit.”

“Have you been eating enough?”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Why are you limping?”

“You’re really pale…”

“Did you just go throw up?”

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”

“That looks infected.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

“I told you you’d get sick.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”

“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

“Look at me–you’re safe.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Are you bleeding?!”

“How’d you get a bruise like that?”

“What happened?”

“Let me help you!”

“Can you hear me?”

“You hit your head pretty hard.”

“Don’t move.”

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

Send me “You can’t keep doing this.” for your muse to take a bottle of alcohol away from my muse. Alt: Send “Give that back” for reverse! || Accepting  

“What’s your point, eh?”

And okay, so maybe his words were slurring together a little, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t handle it.  Or himself.  He stalked closer, a frown etching itself into his face, hands reflexively clenching into fists at his sides.  No, he wasn’t intending on starting a fight here, but who was Chuck to take something away from him?

He huffed and scowled, sulking like an overgrown child even after her explanation.  It was boring.  He hated being cooped up anywhere, hated being told what to do.  There were three ‘good’ things about this whole situation, way he saw it.  It was a nice pad, there was a pretty girl to look at, and there was alcohol.  And alright, so there was light at the end of the tunnel, a chance at freedom again, maybe.  But that didn’t mean he wanted to sit here and play house while he waited for everything to sort out.

He followed when she walked away.  If she wasn’t going to let him drink he could at least find some way to amuse himself.

“Didn’t read that in my file already?  C’mon, sweetheart.  If you’re gonna take away my booze, least you can do is give me some other way to pass the time.”

Karen turned back around at his words.  She wanted to believe that he didn’t mean what it sounded like but she’d spent a week babysitting him and she was sure it wasn’t as innocent as he made it seem. Biting her lower lip, she held his bottle out, making him come across the room to get it.  Her tongue lightly moved  across her crimson lower lip still tossing the question around in her head.

There were a few moments that she’d been tempted by him.  It was quite a sight the first time he walked across the living room without a shirt on and she thought her jaw was going to drop but that wasn’t why she was there.  Her eyebrows raised at him, finally answering him.

“I’m guessing that you don’t mean like a crossword puzzle or a board game when you say that you want me to give you something to do?  We’re 100 miles from anything to do and this cabin is your life for as long as it takes so you better get comfy with–” She looked behind him at the liquor cabinet and shook her head. “No one’s going to be here for a bit, so make sure you don’t run out too soon.” 

Promising.  It was a start, anyway; he hadn’t quite been able to guess which way she’d go on it, but a return of the bottle was progress, far as he was concerned.  So he stalked towards her to close the distance, reaching for the bottle and watching her every move.  His words had been partly to set her off-balance, more to unsettle and ruffle her feathers to get some measure of an upper hand than a real proposition, but he’d be lying if he hadn’t considered it a time or two anyway.  She was cute, in a ‘naive but probably into some weird shit’ kind of way, which he could definitely appreciate, and there was something to be said for a girl in business clothes.

Wasn’t like it wouldn’t be a decent diversion either.

So he watched, and he grinned when it became more readily apparent she’d been assuming that was along the lines of what he was after, but then she offered the bottle and that was a bit of a surprise, but probably more of a pacifying one, he figured.  Better the devil you know, and all that.  He accepted the bottle all the same, shit-eating grin firmly in place with a knowing smirk like he knew where her mind had gone even as he plucked the bottle from reluctant fingers and popped the top off to take a swig.

...and then she dropped her robe, and, well, he could think of a few things more interesting than alcohol more sincerely this time.  He followed, bottle in tow, gaze moving over her as he licked his own lips in open appreciation.

[ text : brainiac ] not if I sing “land down under” in my head for an hour

[ text : brainiac ] sure you can. It’s easy! [text : brainiac ] you can read the bloody prof’s mind anyway, I don’t know why you need to study