He'd hold his dick and laugh his ass off-Damn Dog howling and howling.
JD was a cheap drunk. His tolerance to liquor was damn near laughable.(Oh hell, it was hilarious.) So here he was, alone in his apartment with his dead dog, drunk of with his ass after only four beers. He had pulled a sixteen hour shift, and tomorrow was his first day off in two weeks. Might as well have fun, right? JD sat on the floor in front of his television, cuddling with Steve as they "laughed" at Toki and Dr.Rockso's crazy antics. This was nice, he thought, spending quality time with Steve. All alone, with a taxidermied dog. Whose doppelganger once resided in a box full of hats.
Y'know...Maybe this night could do with some improvement. As nice as this was, sometimes its better to spend time with something that...breathes. "Hey Steve, are you having fun?" JD suddenly asked, his head feeling fuzzy. Steve didn't answer, so JD could only assume that he wasn't. It suddenly dawned on him just how sad this all was. When was the last time someone had visited his apartment? When was the last time he "got down" here? When was the last time he was even had sex? Good god, when was the cut date off to regaining your virginity back? He's been a virgin about six times now. Should he call up Turk? No, he and Carla were busy with Izzy, he didn't feel like struggling through the quagmire that was Elliot again, and Dr. Cox was obviously out of the question. Who else could he call to hang out?
He absentmindedly began to scratch his stomach, his brows furrowing from his thoughts. His palm flattened out and began a slow rub. A familiar pleasant heat began to form around it and began to spread. As nice as it was, it wasn't comparable as to when someone else made him feel that way. That was when a wicked idea struck, and JD couldn't help but giggle to himself. He reached over to mute the t.v, then quickly turned himself over onto his hands and knees, knocking Steve off his lap. He crawled over to his back back, grinning to himself the whole time.
He jerked the zipper open and fished around inside until he found his cell phone. His fingers fumbled over the keys, the names and numbers in his contact list going in and out of focus. Now this could be a great idea, or a horrible one, so he had to make this decision carefully.
Sooooo, lets see...No, no, no, no, wait! Hmmmm...Never mind. No, no, no-Oh, oh wait. He stared at the screen for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of calling this guy. Good idea, or Bad idea? Will he even want to? If so what will happen later? He decided it was best to worry about it in the morning. He stifled another giggled as the dial tone sang into his ear. Come on, come on. Pick up! The J-Dizzle needs some luvin! Then finally the resounding click of the other line being answered rang out. "Hey, its JD, listen-are you busy tonight?" He couldn't hide the smile in his voice.