Ben Jones
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Post by Ben Jones on Sept 17, 2006 22:04:21 GMT -5
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Ben Jones
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Post by Ben Jones on Sept 17, 2006 23:05:04 GMT -5
There was a new song on blasting through the bar now, one that sounded the same as all the other new Muggle stuff. It all sounded pretty generic, but it was fun and Carrie sure looked great dancing to it. This song was about, predictably, big asses and sex, so Ben was pretty much feeling it. He reached out and put one hand on her hip as she moved, glancing from Carrie to Dollface. Dollface didn’t look as if she particularly wanted to be around them, or at least around Ben. Today had been her first day, and the last time Ben had seen her was when he had smack her ass on her way out of a room. But who could blame him–he had just fucking saved a life. No one could blame him. Regardless, Ben made sure his eyes were securely on Carrie’s wiggling body instead of Dollface, which wasn’t hard to secure.
He glanced at Dollface again, and then found himself openly staring at her. He didn’t mind that he was being so obvious, because he was her boss. Whatever, he could do what he wanted. And besides, it was kind of fun to see her squirm a little, to see how well she could adapt to their little hospital clique. Before he knew what was happening, however, Carrie was calling him back to Earth, her hand in front of his face. He quickly looked back to her.
“She saved a life–I mean, she helped to save a life. I fucking saved a life. So yeah, it was pretty exciting for her. But for me, all in a day’s work.”
Ben answered for Dollface, making sure to sound like a perfect asshole and to remind her that he was her boss, the hot man who played hero daily. He wasn’t saying it to Dollface, however. He was looking at Carrie, his hand moving around to the small of her back and pulling her to him, just to make things a little more awkward for Dollface. After a quick squeeze and a kiss on the nose for Carrie, he let her go, and glanced sideways at Dollface.
“Am I right, Dolly? I’m right. I’m always right, Rule Number One. Always!”
He flashed Dollface a toothy grin, then looked around to his left, where a fat dude was asking to dance with Carrie. Ben watched in a detached sort of way, and was again jerked back to reality when Carrie pulled him to her. He put his arm around her shoulders and nodded, not entirely sure about what she had said. He was still sort of thinking about Dollface.
It didn’t matter how beautiful or young Dollface was; Carrie was a million times better. He couldn’t stop from breaking into a huge grin when Dollface was shoved onto the guy, who suddenly looked as if it was his lucky day. Dollface could be as dollfaced as she wanted: she would never be as smart or witty or fun as his equally beautiful and more charming Carrie/
“I’m your slave, Babe,”
And that was all it took, her arms around his neck and another song, with some lyrics in Spanish but dominantly English. He melted into their usual rhythm, stepping backwards and forwards, bending her backwards. He couldn’t help but put one hand into her hair, raking it back. He had always had a thing for blondes, which had triggered many bad jokes from his dad about Lucy. His father would make a harmless joke about how Ben usually liked blondes, and Ben would read it as a) his father was hitting on Lucy, b) Lucy was going to think he didn’t like her because she wasn’t blonde, and c) he was talking to Lucy and being a retarded asshole. One of the many reasons Ben had fought with his parents like a teenage girl.
When the song ended, and someone changed it to a rather slower, sort of classic rockish song that Ben had never heard before, Ben expected Carrie to pull away, especially since Dollface was making her way over again, looking rather disgruntled. After a stern glare, Dollface broke out in a pretty smile. Ben had to hand it to her, at least she was a pretty little optimist. If he was Dollface, he wouldn’t be so smiley. Dollface grumbled about a drink, and Ben found himself pleasantly surprised to still have Carrie against his chest, and took the opportunity to act like a dick for Dollface a little more, playing up the Stupid Teenager at a Party character. He played with Carrie’s hair, kissed her neck, then pulled away and announced that drinks were on him.
“It wasn’t even about having to dance with that chap though, was it? You didn’t get to dance with me, that was the problem,” he explained knowingly, nodding to Dollface and leading Carrie to the bar, holding her hand. He dug his hand into his pocket and put down enough for three Rusty Nails, one of Ben’s favorite drinks. He pushed the drinks toward them, sitting down and pulling Carrie onto his knee, giving her some nonchalant attention before fixing his gaze on Dollface again.
“I know you’re probably too young, so don’t tell anyone I bought you a drink, okay?”
[Whatever]
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Hadley James
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Do you believe in miracles?
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Post by Hadley James on Sept 18, 2006 3:02:00 GMT -5
Ass.
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