George was lying on her bed, on her back, staring up at the ceiling. It was a very boring ceiling in a very boring room. She'd tried reading, but all she had available were some of those crappy romance novels she'd found in Dr. Sakai's quarters and George really wasn't in the mood for those.
A plate with the remains of her dinner sat on the floor. Pina Colada Chicken, she'd been told. Too bad it wasn't a real Pina Colada. She could use one about now. Or a fifth of whiskey, even better.
At least Rose was out of danger. Or so she'd heard via the grapevine. George had wanted to go see her, but...maybe later. When there was less chance of running into Jack. Or Ami or Daniel or Isabel or anyone else who might have overheard her pathetic attempt at seducing Jack while he was trying to save Rose's life.
"God, I suck," George muttered. She rolled onto her side. Then she propped herself up on her elbow while she pounded the pillow into a semblance of fluffiness. As soon as she rested her head on it, all the air sighed out, leaving it flat again.
A knocking at the door roused George. She raised her head to look at it. "Hey, George...are you naked?"
George let her head drop to the pillow again. "Oh God." She mulled over her options. Silence. Tell him to go away. Open the door and grab him by the shirt and drag him inside. Open the door and see what he wanted.
Maybe he wanted her. Maybe he wanted to tell her Rose was okay. More knocking. "I know you're in there."
George got to her feet and walked to the door. She threw it open. "No," she said.
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[George] Achilles sulking in his tent
Date: 2006-11-06 05:06 am (UTC)A plate with the remains of her dinner sat on the floor. Pina Colada Chicken, she'd been told. Too bad it wasn't a real Pina Colada. She could use one about now. Or a fifth of whiskey, even better.
At least Rose was out of danger. Or so she'd heard via the grapevine. George had wanted to go see her, but...maybe later. When there was less chance of running into Jack. Or Ami or Daniel or Isabel or anyone else who might have overheard her pathetic attempt at seducing Jack while he was trying to save Rose's life.
"God, I suck," George muttered. She rolled onto her side. Then she propped herself up on her elbow while she pounded the pillow into a semblance of fluffiness. As soon as she rested her head on it, all the air sighed out, leaving it flat again.
A knocking at the door roused George. She raised her head to look at it. "Hey, George...are you naked?"
George let her head drop to the pillow again. "Oh God." She mulled over her options. Silence. Tell him to go away. Open the door and grab him by the shirt and drag him inside. Open the door and see what he wanted.
Maybe he wanted her. Maybe he wanted to tell her Rose was okay. More knocking. "I know you're in there."
George got to her feet and walked to the door. She threw it open. "No," she said.
"No, you're not in there?"
"No, I'm not naked. What do you want?"