Ditto earlier disclaimer.
11. Turn Gravity Off
"Humidity's rising --- barometer's getting low. According to our sources the street's the place to go---" Whenever he heard this song, J.D. couldn't help singing along, or dancing. It was just so… sing-y and dance-y. And the acoustics in the shower were awesome.
J.D. was pretty sure it was a song that almost no one could resist ---
"Cause tonight for the first time, it's gonna start raining men!" J.D. wasn't quite prepared when his theory was proven as Perry's baritone joined in quietly.
His first thought was that Perry had a pretty decent voice and that they should go to enter a karaoke competition. His second was that it couldn't possibly be Perry, because Perry wouldn't ever listen to, let alone sing along with, something so… typically gay. Maybe a pod person ate Perry and they're using his body to trick me so they can eat me too. Only they can't resist disco music, because it's practically holy on their home planet….
"…Perry?"
"What, Susannah," Perry grumbled from the sink. Probably not a pod person then, because they would probably forget to call him by girl's names Never thought I'd be thankful for that…
"Uhm… I didn't know you liked Aretha Franklin…"
"It's The Weather Girls," Perry muttered.
"No it's not…"
"Is too, I used to dance to it all the time."
"… dance?"
"Yeah, how the hell did you think I paid for medical school? Not working at McDonald's that's for sure."
J.D. nearly chokes at the image of Perry in a tight little speedo thong that appears in his mind. Oh God…he'd have that sexy little smirk on his face and ohmygod… Mr. Peep apparently likes the image to, as he stands at full attention. I wonder if he'd give a show for old times sake…
"You were a Chippendale?" J.D. winces when his voice cracks.
"NO, Clarissa. You're so gullible sometimes. I used to go to the gay nightclubs in college."
Oh, now nothing makes sense at all… and Mr. Peep isn't helping him think clearly, not with the picture of Perry in a thong still running through his mind grinding against poles, you dirty diirttay man…
"I – I though you didn't --- y'know… 'know' before---"
Perry lets out a long exasperated sigh.
"Gay night clubs had cheap booze, good music, and tons of horny fag hags. It was a great way to get drunk and get laid on a college budget."
J.D.'s feels disappointed at that explanation. He rather liked the idea of Perry being a stripper, and so did Mr. Peep…
"Oooh… looks like you've got a little something to take care of there…" Perry snickers after he pulls back the shower curtain, staring at J.D.'s raging hard on because stripper!Perry just won't leave him alone!
"You're a jerk."
"I'm hurt, Marilyn, absolutely hurt," Perry says in a playful voice, dropping the curtain back into place. "Here, let me help you with that…"
For a moment J.D. hopes that Perry will strip off and get in the shower and they can---
His fantasy is interrupted by the sound of a flushing toilet and a sudden blast of freezing water that makes J.D. scream.
"I hate you!"
"Love you, too," Perry laughs before walking out.
