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Like a fox
Brass stumbled into the bathroom, smacking his head against the doorframe before swinging through. He stumbled awkwardly, and quickly checked to see if anyone was watching. Phew. No-one there. He still had his dignity. Brass closed and locked the door, before wandering in and doing his business. He finished up and strolled over to the basin to wash up. He looked up to evaluate his reflection in the mirror; "Okay, hair is good, teeth are great, physique……. damm impressive as always". Jim smiled and turned on his side, sucking in his gut and flexing his muscles in the mirror. 'Yes, Jim Brass you are one sexy beast, as always. Fabulous'. He turned and reached for the door handle, contemplating treating his friends to his karaoke version of 'Blue Suede Shoes', always a crowd pleaser. He turned the doorknob and …. It came off in his hand. Oh, crap. Tentatively he called out "Guys? Hello, can anyone hear me?" He could hear loud music playing from the kitchen, masking any attempt he was making. Oh, great. He sighed, looking around for other escape routes. Looks like he was stuck for a while. Oh, well, at least he had a drink. He hopped into the bath with his bottle of vodka and relaxed, grabbing Catherine's blow-up pillow to rest his head on. He saw a shower cap and put that on too. When in a bathtub in Rome…
"Twister, Twister, TWISTER!"
The gang turned at the sound of Greg's exuberant yell.
Sophia sighed loudly "I'm not playing that! Twister is for children!" She flicked her hair, almost falling off the bar stool she had perched on.
Warrick clapped his hands in glee before shouting "I'm first! I'm first", and chasing Greg into the lounge. As Grissom, Sara, Ecklie and Catherine followed, Sophia lean forward and hissed "I hope you break your neck Sidle". Sara turned around with a growl, ready to leap, but Greg grabbed her, threw her over his shoulder and charged into the lounge. Catherine, feeling the need to defend her friend (?) raised an eyebrow and licked her lips, and added sultrily, "Don't worry. Sara's flexible. I should know. Very bendy".
"Yeah, bendy like a fox!" yelled Sara triumphantly from the hallway, ruining the moment and confusing everyone. Catherine sighed and followed the others into the lounge.
"Oh, I want you to want me, I need you to need me" warbled Brass, gulping heartily from the vodka. He was so tired of being stuck in the bathroom. He should be out there, partying it up with his 'homies'. Brass clunked his head against the back of the bath to make his point. It made a nice noise. Brass had an idea, and began to smack his head against the tiles, spelling out S. O.S. in drunken Morse code. A particularly hard O later, he was off with the fairies, unconscious and drooling in Catherine's tub.
"What do you mean; you don't know how to play? Everyone knows how to play Twister!" Warrick stared in horror at Grissom. "You freak!"
"It's not my fault!" protested Grissom. "I guess my mother simply never saw the point of buying me a game that involved people climbing over one another for no good reason!".
Grissom thought for several seconds before adding "Dammit mom!".
Ecklie sniggered "Poor Gil, always the social outcast."
"Shut up Ecklie" ordered Sara.
"But I.."
"Shut up Ecklie" growled Catherine.
I was just saying…………….
Shut up Ecklie!" yelled Warrick.
Greg piped in "Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to the sport of Kings, the game of Titans – alcohol essential, underwear optional. Lets play Twister!"