the party don't start til...

[chloroformedthejanitor]

Who: Annie and YOU GREAT PARTY GOERS
Where: the beach, near the docks.
When: saturday the 14th, starting at 5pm
Rating: M (or R?) just to be safe~
Summary: Annie's sick of every event being awful, so why not make her own event?? Yeah??? JUST COME PARTY YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO
The Story:



Behold! The world's most thrown together invitation to the most thrown together party that Annie has ever thrown. You probably got one if you live in the mansion. Or spend any time there at all. They were posted on doors, shoved under them, and even, in some special cases, rolled up and put into fruit baskets and left at the entrance to the caves. But anyway.

Come one, come all!

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[doctorweevil]

[He has every intention of shoving the drugs down her throat, because he knows perfectly well that she'll need them.]

I'll probably have to spend all my time with you anyway to make sure you're actually staying in bed. I know exactly how you are, thanks.

[He glances up at her then, giving her a tight smile before going back to work. At least he's quick and efficient about it.]

What I know is that you have no idea whether you're alive or dead back home. But all right, you can defy fate all you like, but that doesn't mean that I'm not going to be bloody worried about it. I- well, you know. I'm not likely to stop worrying about you anytime soon.

[bossily]

Love you too.

[She mutters under her breath, taking in a sharp intake of air as a particular series of stitches is a little awkward feeling. She's glad it doesn't hurt much worse than the injury itself, though she's certain his little injection has a lot to do with that.]

I'm going to be fine, Owen. Because of you. Promise I'll be more careful, though. It's not like I want to die, not here or back home.

[She doesn't even bother arguing against the fact he'll have to make sure she actually stays in bed, because the first chance she sees freedom, she's going to be up and moving around. Staying still for too long drives her crazy.]

[doctorweevil]

[His smile this time is a bit broader and more than a little smitten, though he only allows himself a moment of distraction before he continues on with his work.]

As long as you try. [He doesn't really expect her to stop doing stupid heroic things, but the promise makes him feel a little better.] Not like you'll have much of a choice for the next couple weeks, anyway.

[He finishes his stitching and ties the thread off, snipping it with a pair of scissors before he moves on to bandaging the wound.]

[bossily]

Good, that part's over.

[She allows her stomach to get in all kinds of twitching, and her breathing becomes more deep and less regulated as she worries less about holding perfectly still. Also, she's referring to both the fact their little argument seems to have ceased, and the fact she managed to let the l-word slip without much fuss being made. All in all it's a success.

She waits until she thinks he's almost done bandaging up the wound, and then her hand wraps around his wrist to still him.]

Meant it though. Every word.

[About the trying to stay out of trouble, and that other thing too.]

[doctorweevil]

[And since she isn't in immediate danger of bleeding to death anymore, he pauses in his work to lean up and kiss her briefly.]

I know you did.

[He'd stroke her cheek, but his hands are kind of bloody right now. Yeah. Really gross and not at all romantic.]

[bossily]

[Yeah, last thing she wants is to be touched with her own blood. Definitely not romantic. But she's all too pleased to get that kiss, and as far as she's concerned, their brief spat is now over and forgotten.

Of course, he hasn't said the thing back to her, which is a little dismaying, but she figures he will eventually. When it feels right for him.]

Think I'm just about ready to head to our room. Unless you think I should stay here for the night?

[doctorweevil]

[He's got issues. He'll get around to it eventually, really. Owen finishes his bandaging, taping the dressing into place.]

Nah, I can keep you under observation just as easily there as I can here. [He flashes her a quick wink before he moves to pick her up again.] Besides, it'll be easier to clean you up there.

[bossily]

We have to shower together again?

[This is said much like a child that's about to refuse getting a bath before bed. She doesn't want to move, much less have Owen keep looking at her stitches so he's constantly reminded of how reckless she is.]

[doctorweevil]

You know, you're usually much more enthusiastic about the prospect of showering with me.

[...because, really, do you think they haven't had sex in the shower? hint: they have.]

No showering for you, though. I just want to wipe the rest of the blood off you tonight - starting tomorrow, you can take baths.

[bossily]

[They probably do frequently, sssh. She sighs in relief at the fact he's not expecting a lot of movement or anything out of her, and nods in agreement.]

Right then, let's head on up. Also, figure I'll be all kinds of enthusiastic about you, me, and a shower again the day it doesn't hurt to breathe.

[doctorweevil]

Yeah, this is sort of gonna curtail things for awhile. [He grimaces as he starts heading back to their room.] But I'll manage - sure you will, too. [Since she has more things to worry about than whether or not she's having sex.]

[bossily]

[She laughs. Loudly.

Of course they'd be talking about sex at a time like this. The laughter hurts, but she ignores it, and instead turns her head so her face is buried up against his neck. ]

Think we'll both survive. For a day or two, at least.