Apparently, boredom makes my muses odd. Apologies for this. Also, this began as just dialogue, which might explain why the rest is sort of… off.
Linus yawned, and gazed over the rest of the group as he absently scratched his arm. The twins were bickering over an episode of Star Trek, and as he watched, they abandoned their disagreement to gang up on Livingston, who had just told them they were both wrong.
Saul and Reuben watched with amusement as Danny apologised for the 18th time for somehow (Linus was almost certain he didn't want details) breaking 2 of Rusty's fingers, while Basher and Frank tried to decipher Yen's irritated ranting.
Really, everything was pretty much normal, until Rusty's phone rang, and he immediately passed it to Danny.
"It's for you." He mumbled
"It's your mother" Danny responded, rolling his eyes.
"And I can't deal with her normally, let alone when I'm drugged up. You talk to her." Rusty pushed the phone away.
"If you're well enough to construct a valid argument, you're well enough to talk to your mother. Get over here." Was the firm response, interrupted when Rusty let out a ridiculously fake snore. Danny rolled his eyes.
"Okay, two things. First, that was an awful fake-snore; you should be ashamed of yourself. Secondly, you don't snore, so even if that had been realistic, I would have known it was fake."
Rusty sat up with a childish expression of indignity
"I could snore if I wanted to!" He stated
"…Not really the point here Rusty…" even Danny seemed confused.
"Just answer the damn phone." Rusty snapped, his eyes sparkling and giving away his amusement. Just then, the phone stopped ringing. They all stared at it.
"Oh, great. Now she's going to think I'm ignoring her. Well done Danny". Rusty huffed. Danny looked hurt, and as he watched them bickering amicably, Linus wondered if it was wrong to hope that Rusty needed painkillers more often.
I don't think I have it in me to write sane fics. This could be a problem.