Her body aches, her head is pounding, and she's just too damn tired to be believed – stupid late flu season had her running triage in the ER all damn day and getting coughed on by idiots.
She curses the men in her life silently when she sees them sitting patiently on the couch, looking at her with the eagerness of puppies.
Of course they are. Perry just got back from some fancy medical conference – and well, Drew's studying for his Step IIs. Of course they're eager for a little distraction –
Normally she'd be pleased to give them a welcome home/study break screw… it made them inventive and eager to please. Normally she wouldn't feel like passing out where she stood.
"I have a headache," She declares as she drops into the recliner and kicks off her sneakers. "You boys are going to have to entertain yourselves."
Perry has the good grace to pick up the remote quietly and start flipping through channels whereas Drew lets out a soft frustrated groan. She forces his eyes open to glare at him – no way she's going to be taken in by those puppy dog eyes… what is it with dogs today? Everything has some dog analogy. Guess it's because I live with some bitches – haha good one Jay.
"Don't look at me like that, I'm tired… you want some so bad why don't you get some from Red sitting next to you there."
She doesn't feel exhausted enough to be having hallucinations – which means the awkward surprised 'no way' she's seeing on both their faces is real. She sighs loudly.
"Look, I am fine being your beard and all – because I get some really awesome sex out of it, but you two hooked up first. Why are you being such whiny closeted bitches about it?"
Perry just snorts, eyes stuck on the television – the benefit, she supposes of being some other woman's bitch for almost thirty years. Well honed control and a decreased sex drive don't leave him floundering with blue balls unlike some people.
She watches Drew fidget and twitch like a junkie in withdrawals – he'd been whining about the Step IIs were certainly going to kill him – or at least return him to drinking – but all med students said that, so she'd blown it off.
Finally, it seems Drew can't take any more as he turns toward Perry and starts pressing kisses against the older man's neck, inching his way up. She can hear the wet sounds as Drew's lips press deeper.
Perry, much to her amusement, looks scandalized as Drew persistently nudges the man onto his back and begins to remove clothing –
Damn it, she can't open her eyelids – stupid flu.