Gillian walked into the office with a smile.
"Where's Barf?" Cal asked, leaning agaisnt the wall as she took off her jacket.
"It's Garth, but very funny Cal." She said with a smile.
"He really makes you happy, doesn't he?"
She nodded and said, "Is that a problem?" She got into his face as he often did to her.
He chuckled and shrugged, "We'll see in a couple weeks."
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"Bye." Gillian said, waving to him.
"Is that the little Fucker?" Cal asked, leaning against the wall as the man walked out of the office.
"It's Tucker." She said, staring at him curiously, "You just try to come up with these names, don't you?"
"It's what I live for." He said with a smile.
"Oh, sounds like an exciting life."
He nodded, "It is. So Garth was a dud?"
"You can call him barf." She said.
"That bad?"
"Oh yes." She smiled and walked into her office.
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"How's Hurl today?" Cal asked with a smile.
"I am laughing so hard my stomache hurts." She said in a monotone voice, "EARL is doing great. Last night was lovely."
"Aye aye?" He asked, falling into stride with her.
"Aye aye." She confirmed with a smile, "I really like him."
"What happened to the little Fucker?" He asked curiously.
"Well... he's a little Fucker. He was cheating on me." She said sadly.
"He didn't know what he had." Cal said stiffly.
She smiled and said, "You are really awkward when you try to be sweet."
"Thanks?" He asked, opening the lab door for her.
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"Lax." Cal said, shaking the man's hand.
"Lax? As in laxative?" The man asked.
"You catch on fast." Cal said with a smile.
The man squinted at him and tightened his jaw, "Ok. Bye. I'll see you tomorrow, Gill."
She smiled and turned to Cal madly, "Really? Lax? It's Max! Why must you mess everything up?"
"I don't think I messed anything up." He said with a shrug.
"You called him a laxative." She hissed.
"Indeed I did."
"Where's Earl?"
"It's funny because your little nicknames seem to fit every one of them very well."
"Really? Hurl? How did that work?"
"He puked all over me during a movie."
Cal bursted out in laughter, "HA!" He yelled.
She stared at him and sighed, "Shut up."
He laughed again and slipped into his office.
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"Scrawny... that's a good one for this dude." Cal said with a smile.
"Why do they all rhyme?" She asked.
"Scrawny... Ronny? Earl... Hurl? Tucker... little Fucker? Max... Lax? Those don't rhyme." He smiled widely.
She stared at him, "Let me guess..."
"What happened to Max?" He finished her question.
She bit her lip and said, "I'd rather not say it."
Cal laughed loudly and said, "That's disgusting."
She stared at him and sighed, "I don't see how your names are so fitting."
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""He's so scrawny." She said with wide eyes.
"He has a tiny little dick?" Cal asked with a big smile.
"Wow Cal." She said, staring at him.
"I'm right." He smiled triumphantly and walked towards her, "I'm done with all these nicknames."
"What?" She asked, stepping back slightly. She smiled at him.
"What would my nickname be?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I think it's about damn time that you kissed me, darling." He whispered.
She placed her hands on his chest and leaned forward, pressing their lips together.
A/N: What would HIS nickname be? Thanks for reading!