BD6
Author's note: Reviews please! Celtpriest, thanks for the comments. I was going by my Gran's stories. She's from the Orkneys, and I spelled it how she said it. Thanks for the heads up. Everyone else, Celtpriest informs me that you might be more likely to know her as Scathach.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the bar, Weiss and Burke were chuckling as Matheson got shot down again. The blonde hadn't slapped him, but it had been close.
"I don't think that line is working." Weiss helpfully pointed out.
"Where do you get those things anyway?" I cackled. Matheson seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time coming up with bad pick up lines. That or he was naturally that big a jerk.
"What? It was true! I can lick my eyebrows. See?" with that, Matheson licked his finger and swiped it across his eyebrow.
"Well, I'm impressed, but somehow I don't think she would have been." I said between fits of laughter. We had gotten to the bar in time for Happy Hour, and we were all well on our way to being 'very happy'.
Weiss gave me an odd look. He knew I was getting lit, which I usually did not do. I liked to stay sober enough to remember everything, mostly so I could tease them about it later. Not that I was the voice of caution, by any means. Dead sober I'd think of something to do that they'd both have to be drunk to go along with. Like the Pink Tank Incident…
I saw the look Weis was sending me, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to address it. He really was too smart for his own good. I had every intention of getting drunk tonight. Nottingham was dominating my thoughts, even now. Logically I knew trying to drown my problem wouldn't work, but nothing else had managed to get my mind off him. I was getting desperate enough to ask a vague question to my friend. "Weis, what do you do when you are attracted to someone you shouldn't be?"
"It depends, is this someone you have no chance with because of work?" Weis asked penetratingly.
"Yeah, it's never come up before, and I'm really having trouble." I sighed and took another swallow of my beer.
"Well, I find someone else and have sex; it takes the edge off your frustration, if nothing else." Weis said with a grin. "Not to mention, when you've got some strange, your whole attitude improves, making you easier to work with."
I shot him a dirty look, "I am not hard to work with!" As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew it was a mistake. The lady doth protest overmuch and all that…
"Whatever. Look, you have been as tense as a master sergeant at a disciplinary hearing today. Go out there, find someone, and get it out of your system." Weis gestured to the bar at large, "There are plenty of men out there, pick one. Hell, pick two!"
I hated to admit it, but he was probably on target with his advice. It wasn't that I didn't do casual sex, because I did. I just didn't indulge often. This time it just seemed so callous to pick up a man when I was thinking about someone else. However, it seemed a better option than sitting here killing brain cells. Besides, once the hangover wore off, I would be left with the same problem. With a sigh, I slid off my barstool and chugged the last of my beer. "Look, you may have a point. Wish me luck; I am not much of a huntress."
"Oh, I think you could be, if you were after the proper prey." Weis said reflectively. "Besides, when have you ever struck out?"
"Usually it is a case of me accepting an offer, not making it. At least I know what pick-up lines don't work." I shrugged and set the empty bottle down. I moved out into the crowd toward the dance floor. None of the men interested me in the least. There was something wrong about all of them. If I were honest with myself, I would admit that I was searching the crowd for a tall dark haired man, who had the most incredible eyes. I decided to be in denial, and kept walking past the dance floor to the other side of the bar in hopes of finding a suitable substitution.
The world suddenly shifted on its axis, or at least that's how it seemed to me. I could see the entire test group, bellied up to the bar, doing shots. I watched in silent hunger as Nottingham licked the palm of his hand, threw back the shot, and wrapped those incredible lips around a lime wedge and sucked. His eyes were closed and his cheeks hollowed slightly as he drew hard on the green fruit. It took more willpower than was pretty to not stalk over, pull that bit of citrus away from his mouth, and pull his head down to my breasts. I could feel my nipples harden at the thought. I knew I'd better stop looking at Nottingham and pick out a nice uncomplicated man to take the edge off, but I just stood there staring. I couldn't seem to help myself. Twice in one day, struck dumb by the same man. Not good, girlfriend, not good at all. I finally started to pull myself together when Nottingham opened his eyes and caught me staring. 'Fuck! Busted!' was all I could think, pinned under that direct eye contact. I couldn't pretend.
Trapped, I did the only thing I could think of, and strode forward. When you have no adequate defense, go for the offense. "What the hell are you lot doing out here! I know that the Control specified no leaving base once the project officially started!"
There was a moment of silence, then Mobius spoke up. "Sgt. Leamon gave us a last night of liberty." He looked at me calmly, secure in his position. "Almost didn't recognize you without your clipboard. Doc."
"My clipboard is back at the lab, where you really ought to be. I am going to speak to Sgt. Leamon myself in the morning. You are supposed to receive the first set of injections in the morning, but if you body chemistry is off from all the toxins you've put in it tonight we can't. I can't believe it, not even a day into the project and we're going to hit a delay. This is just fucking great!" I growled, this was snafu'ed already. I couldn't do anything about it now, but the anger was better than the lust I'd been feeling.
"Relax Doc, have a shot. Or do you lab types prefer to ingest your own toxins?" Reese said as he held out a shot glass and the salt shaker.
Author's note: Reviews please! Celtpriest, thanks for the comments. I was going by my Gran's stories. She's from the Orkneys, and I spelled it how she said it. Thanks for the heads up. Everyone else, Celtpriest informs me that you might be more likely to know her as Scathach.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the bar, Weiss and Burke were chuckling as Matheson got shot down again. The blonde hadn't slapped him, but it had been close.
"I don't think that line is working." Weiss helpfully pointed out.
"Where do you get those things anyway?" I cackled. Matheson seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time coming up with bad pick up lines. That or he was naturally that big a jerk.
"What? It was true! I can lick my eyebrows. See?" with that, Matheson licked his finger and swiped it across his eyebrow.
"Well, I'm impressed, but somehow I don't think she would have been." I said between fits of laughter. We had gotten to the bar in time for Happy Hour, and we were all well on our way to being 'very happy'.
Weiss gave me an odd look. He knew I was getting lit, which I usually did not do. I liked to stay sober enough to remember everything, mostly so I could tease them about it later. Not that I was the voice of caution, by any means. Dead sober I'd think of something to do that they'd both have to be drunk to go along with. Like the Pink Tank Incident…
I saw the look Weis was sending me, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to address it. He really was too smart for his own good. I had every intention of getting drunk tonight. Nottingham was dominating my thoughts, even now. Logically I knew trying to drown my problem wouldn't work, but nothing else had managed to get my mind off him. I was getting desperate enough to ask a vague question to my friend. "Weis, what do you do when you are attracted to someone you shouldn't be?"
"It depends, is this someone you have no chance with because of work?" Weis asked penetratingly.
"Yeah, it's never come up before, and I'm really having trouble." I sighed and took another swallow of my beer.
"Well, I find someone else and have sex; it takes the edge off your frustration, if nothing else." Weis said with a grin. "Not to mention, when you've got some strange, your whole attitude improves, making you easier to work with."
I shot him a dirty look, "I am not hard to work with!" As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew it was a mistake. The lady doth protest overmuch and all that…
"Whatever. Look, you have been as tense as a master sergeant at a disciplinary hearing today. Go out there, find someone, and get it out of your system." Weis gestured to the bar at large, "There are plenty of men out there, pick one. Hell, pick two!"
I hated to admit it, but he was probably on target with his advice. It wasn't that I didn't do casual sex, because I did. I just didn't indulge often. This time it just seemed so callous to pick up a man when I was thinking about someone else. However, it seemed a better option than sitting here killing brain cells. Besides, once the hangover wore off, I would be left with the same problem. With a sigh, I slid off my barstool and chugged the last of my beer. "Look, you may have a point. Wish me luck; I am not much of a huntress."
"Oh, I think you could be, if you were after the proper prey." Weis said reflectively. "Besides, when have you ever struck out?"
"Usually it is a case of me accepting an offer, not making it. At least I know what pick-up lines don't work." I shrugged and set the empty bottle down. I moved out into the crowd toward the dance floor. None of the men interested me in the least. There was something wrong about all of them. If I were honest with myself, I would admit that I was searching the crowd for a tall dark haired man, who had the most incredible eyes. I decided to be in denial, and kept walking past the dance floor to the other side of the bar in hopes of finding a suitable substitution.
The world suddenly shifted on its axis, or at least that's how it seemed to me. I could see the entire test group, bellied up to the bar, doing shots. I watched in silent hunger as Nottingham licked the palm of his hand, threw back the shot, and wrapped those incredible lips around a lime wedge and sucked. His eyes were closed and his cheeks hollowed slightly as he drew hard on the green fruit. It took more willpower than was pretty to not stalk over, pull that bit of citrus away from his mouth, and pull his head down to my breasts. I could feel my nipples harden at the thought. I knew I'd better stop looking at Nottingham and pick out a nice uncomplicated man to take the edge off, but I just stood there staring. I couldn't seem to help myself. Twice in one day, struck dumb by the same man. Not good, girlfriend, not good at all. I finally started to pull myself together when Nottingham opened his eyes and caught me staring. 'Fuck! Busted!' was all I could think, pinned under that direct eye contact. I couldn't pretend.
Trapped, I did the only thing I could think of, and strode forward. When you have no adequate defense, go for the offense. "What the hell are you lot doing out here! I know that the Control specified no leaving base once the project officially started!"
There was a moment of silence, then Mobius spoke up. "Sgt. Leamon gave us a last night of liberty." He looked at me calmly, secure in his position. "Almost didn't recognize you without your clipboard. Doc."
"My clipboard is back at the lab, where you really ought to be. I am going to speak to Sgt. Leamon myself in the morning. You are supposed to receive the first set of injections in the morning, but if you body chemistry is off from all the toxins you've put in it tonight we can't. I can't believe it, not even a day into the project and we're going to hit a delay. This is just fucking great!" I growled, this was snafu'ed already. I couldn't do anything about it now, but the anger was better than the lust I'd been feeling.
"Relax Doc, have a shot. Or do you lab types prefer to ingest your own toxins?" Reese said as he held out a shot glass and the salt shaker.