[Charlie] Some Guys Have All The Luck
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crossing_lostrpWho: Charlie Pace
Where: The Staff
When: Late Night, Day 27
Invited: Anyone
Status: Complete
Charlie scowled to himself. Being here sucked. The Staff sucked. The beach camp sucked. (If not for the food,) Charlie thought, (I'd go back to the beach camp.)
(Well, and the cold drinks,) Charlie thought. He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. (And hot showers and indoor plumbing and clean clothes.) Okay, so he wouldn't really go back to the beach camp. The Staff still sucked. Or the people living in it with him did. Charlie opened the beer and then flicked the bottle cap across the empty room. It pinged off the far wall and rattled across the floor. (Let them clean it up.)
Charlie drank a little of the beer. That bastard Damon, for one, was a right pain in the arse. The nerve of him, making like Claire was his own private property. You'd think he knocked her up, the way he fawned over that baby. The way he fawned over Claire, too, for that matter. He sure as hell wanted to shag Claire, that much was obvious--to everyone but Claire, at least.
"Fuck it," Charlie said to the empty room. "And fuck you too, Damon," he added for good measure.
Charlie took another sip of his beer and wondered what to do with himself. Going back to his room didn't appeal and nobody else seemed to be around. Well, whoever was standing guard or sitting in the security room--but Charlie had no desire to talk to them. Everybody else was asleep. Or shagging a small voice suggested. Charlie scowled at the thought.
That was another thing. He was Charlie Fucking Pace, the heart and soul of Driveshaft. Rock Legend! Okay, 'legend' might be pushing it, but he was used to a certain amount of adulation, or had been. But almost nobody on this damn island had ever heard of him. Or of the band, for that matter. It certainly wasn't scoring him any points with the babes. Ever since Harry got snuffed by the Wraiths--and good riddance--Charlie seemed to have become the Designated Wanker. It wasn't fair, and it sucked.
Charlie wandered out of the kitchen, still sipping his beer. Maybe going back to bed wasn't such a bad idea. Thinking like that would only get him thinking about what he missed, and even more than all the groupies who'd put out for him, he missed the drugs. It was sad and stupid and made him feel like shit to admit it even to himself, but it was true. Junkie Charlie. He wasn't using the crap anymore, but damned if he didn't still want it something awful sometimes.
The slap of feet and plentiful giggles shattered the silence of the corridors. Charlie stopped, wondering what the hell was going on now. Then Faith rounded the corner in front him and time seemed to slow down. She was nude save for a pair of panties, which were damp in front. Her bare breasts and belly were also wet, though her hair was dry. Faith was looking behind her as she turned the corner. When she turned her head to look ahead again, Charlie saw that she was grinning hugely.
Charlie knew Faith had seen him--she couldn't have missed him--but she paid him no mind and kept walking. God, she was even sexier than he'd imagined (not that she left all that much to the imagination sometimes). Before she'd passed a shriek of laughter caught Charlie's attention, as Chloe Sullivan--also completely naked and wet--hopped into view, both hands clasping her bum like she'd been goosed.
Chloe caught sight of Charlie and her eyes widened. The laughing expression dimmed, but only a little. Her gaze cut to her left. Charlie looked that way just in time to see a wet and naked Jack Harkness and George bringing up the rear. They both saw Charlie at the same time.
Jack just nodded like there was nothing odd at all about the situation. George looked shocked and embarrassed for just an instant, then she seemed to resign herself to the moment. She turned away from Charlie and followed the rest of the group down the hallway to a door--to George's room, Charlie realized when George opened the door.
Faith, Chloe and Jack vanished into the room. George glanced in Charlie's direction one last time and then followed them. The door slammed shut and silence descended on the corridor once more. Charlie continued staring at the closed door, seeing the three naked women in his mind's eye long after they'd disappeared from view.
Eventually Charlie remembered his beer. He wanted to finish it but broken glass and spilled beer lay at his feet. Apparently he'd forgotten it during the parade of naked flesh. Charlie stared at the mess for a long time before it occurred to him that he ought to clean it up. The nearest source of towels was the bathroom. Charlie went there.
The room was warm and humid. Wet footprints covered the floor. A discarded robe and towel lay on the floor near the door, as did a tank top and shorts Charlie recognized as belonging to Faith. Charlie stared at them for a moment, trying to imagine how the four of them had come to be naked together. None of the scenarios he conjured seemed quite right, but they were entertaining.
That kept him occupied while he grabbed the abandoned towel and returned to the corridor, to collect the broken glass and mop up the beer. It took him longer than it ought. He kept glancing at George's door, wondering. Was he actually hearing what he thought he was hearing, or just imagining it?
(I don't wanna know,) Charlie decided. He picked up the beer soaked towel, also full of broken glass, and carried to the kitchen to dump into the garbage. Then he grabbed another beer out of the fridge and sat down to drink it. Alone. Trying not to imagine Jack Harkness alone in the dark with three lovely, naked girls. Some guys had all the luck.
Where: The Staff
When: Late Night, Day 27
Invited: Anyone
Status: Complete
Charlie scowled to himself. Being here sucked. The Staff sucked. The beach camp sucked. (If not for the food,) Charlie thought, (I'd go back to the beach camp.)
(Well, and the cold drinks,) Charlie thought. He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. (And hot showers and indoor plumbing and clean clothes.) Okay, so he wouldn't really go back to the beach camp. The Staff still sucked. Or the people living in it with him did. Charlie opened the beer and then flicked the bottle cap across the empty room. It pinged off the far wall and rattled across the floor. (Let them clean it up.)
Charlie drank a little of the beer. That bastard Damon, for one, was a right pain in the arse. The nerve of him, making like Claire was his own private property. You'd think he knocked her up, the way he fawned over that baby. The way he fawned over Claire, too, for that matter. He sure as hell wanted to shag Claire, that much was obvious--to everyone but Claire, at least.
"Fuck it," Charlie said to the empty room. "And fuck you too, Damon," he added for good measure.
Charlie took another sip of his beer and wondered what to do with himself. Going back to his room didn't appeal and nobody else seemed to be around. Well, whoever was standing guard or sitting in the security room--but Charlie had no desire to talk to them. Everybody else was asleep. Or shagging a small voice suggested. Charlie scowled at the thought.
That was another thing. He was Charlie Fucking Pace, the heart and soul of Driveshaft. Rock Legend! Okay, 'legend' might be pushing it, but he was used to a certain amount of adulation, or had been. But almost nobody on this damn island had ever heard of him. Or of the band, for that matter. It certainly wasn't scoring him any points with the babes. Ever since Harry got snuffed by the Wraiths--and good riddance--Charlie seemed to have become the Designated Wanker. It wasn't fair, and it sucked.
Charlie wandered out of the kitchen, still sipping his beer. Maybe going back to bed wasn't such a bad idea. Thinking like that would only get him thinking about what he missed, and even more than all the groupies who'd put out for him, he missed the drugs. It was sad and stupid and made him feel like shit to admit it even to himself, but it was true. Junkie Charlie. He wasn't using the crap anymore, but damned if he didn't still want it something awful sometimes.
The slap of feet and plentiful giggles shattered the silence of the corridors. Charlie stopped, wondering what the hell was going on now. Then Faith rounded the corner in front him and time seemed to slow down. She was nude save for a pair of panties, which were damp in front. Her bare breasts and belly were also wet, though her hair was dry. Faith was looking behind her as she turned the corner. When she turned her head to look ahead again, Charlie saw that she was grinning hugely.
Charlie knew Faith had seen him--she couldn't have missed him--but she paid him no mind and kept walking. God, she was even sexier than he'd imagined (not that she left all that much to the imagination sometimes). Before she'd passed a shriek of laughter caught Charlie's attention, as Chloe Sullivan--also completely naked and wet--hopped into view, both hands clasping her bum like she'd been goosed.
Chloe caught sight of Charlie and her eyes widened. The laughing expression dimmed, but only a little. Her gaze cut to her left. Charlie looked that way just in time to see a wet and naked Jack Harkness and George bringing up the rear. They both saw Charlie at the same time.
Jack just nodded like there was nothing odd at all about the situation. George looked shocked and embarrassed for just an instant, then she seemed to resign herself to the moment. She turned away from Charlie and followed the rest of the group down the hallway to a door--to George's room, Charlie realized when George opened the door.
Faith, Chloe and Jack vanished into the room. George glanced in Charlie's direction one last time and then followed them. The door slammed shut and silence descended on the corridor once more. Charlie continued staring at the closed door, seeing the three naked women in his mind's eye long after they'd disappeared from view.
Eventually Charlie remembered his beer. He wanted to finish it but broken glass and spilled beer lay at his feet. Apparently he'd forgotten it during the parade of naked flesh. Charlie stared at the mess for a long time before it occurred to him that he ought to clean it up. The nearest source of towels was the bathroom. Charlie went there.
The room was warm and humid. Wet footprints covered the floor. A discarded robe and towel lay on the floor near the door, as did a tank top and shorts Charlie recognized as belonging to Faith. Charlie stared at them for a moment, trying to imagine how the four of them had come to be naked together. None of the scenarios he conjured seemed quite right, but they were entertaining.
That kept him occupied while he grabbed the abandoned towel and returned to the corridor, to collect the broken glass and mop up the beer. It took him longer than it ought. He kept glancing at George's door, wondering. Was he actually hearing what he thought he was hearing, or just imagining it?
(I don't wanna know,) Charlie decided. He picked up the beer soaked towel, also full of broken glass, and carried to the kitchen to dump into the garbage. Then he grabbed another beer out of the fridge and sat down to drink it. Alone. Trying not to imagine Jack Harkness alone in the dark with three lovely, naked girls. Some guys had all the luck.
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[Chris]
Date: 2006-12-27 03:42 am (UTC)WIth everything happening, he was glad that he'd missed out on a few things. Not that he should, given that he was a Whitelighter, but even Whitelighters deserved a break sometimes. He watched the procession with no small measure of shock and decided that he really, really needed a break. He stood there for a few minutes more and then headed up into the kitchen.
[Charlie]
Date: 2006-12-27 08:03 pm (UTC)Nope. It was--Chris, that was it. He had a last name too, but damned if Charlie could remember it. Didn't matter anyway. He was the only Chris on the island, so it wasn't like there'd be any confusion about the name.
Chris was looking a little shell-shocked.
Chris had always struck Charlie as the religious sort. He wasn't sure why. It's not like Chris went around talking up that stuff, not like some of the wankers who had always tried to "save" the band from the debauched lifestyle they'd worked so hard to achieve. (They never seemed to understand that part....)
(Choirboy's gotten an eyeful, he has,) Charlie thought. Charlie barked a laugh. "You seen 'em too! Didn't you?"
[Chris]
Date: 2006-12-29 01:55 am (UTC)"Yeah," he said. "I've seen some pretty weird things on this island, but...." He shrugged. If it wasn't hurting anybody, he wasn't going to bother them about it. Or Charlie.
He admittedly didn't know Charlie very well, but there could be worse things than recovering from *that* view with someone else who hadn't dreamed it either.
[Charlie]
Date: 2006-12-29 07:47 am (UTC)Charlie took another sip of beer. (The galling thing,) he thought but wasn't about to admit out loud, (is that the women act like he is too!)
Christ, Faith he could understand. She played the slut all the time. She always dressed in as little as she could get away with, and never missed an opportunity to preen and strut and tease every man on the island. Not that she was all talk--hell, no! She'd gotten groiny with Dean Winchester at least. More than once. That she'd make a play for Harkness, or vice versa, wasn't terribly surprising.
And George--she didn't look like the type, but rumor had it she'd practically attacked Jack in the hallway a few days ago. If the rumor mill was correct, her exact words had been, "Are you all talk, or what?"
"'Or what,' apparently," Charlie muttered.
"Did you say something?" Chris asked.
"Nothing important," Charlie said. No, George didn't seem the type, but her reception in this very kitchen a couple of days ago after a very...active night proved otherwise. And she'd looked pretty damn good just now. (Of course, most girls looked good naked,) Charlie admitted. He was tempted to say "It's always the quiet ones" except that George wasn't really all that quiet. She had quite the mouth on her.
It was Chloe who'd surprised him most, though. He'd never paid her a lot of attention before she showed up at the Staff. She and Veronica were both nice looking, but their bald protectors glowering at anyone who approached them had been a real turn off. Then the Wraith attacked. The protectors were dead and Chloe was running naked (and gorgeous) through the halls. Maybe the glowering protectors had known what they were doing; maybe Chloe was secretly a nymphomaniac.
That was an entertaining thought. Charlie contemplated it for a bit. Then he contemplated Chloe and Faith and George writhing around in a tangle of limbs in the dark. And sighed. And drank his beer.
"So," he said to Chris, "which one do you fancy most?"
OOC:
Date: 2006-12-31 01:58 am (UTC)[NPC River]
Date: 2006-12-31 02:16 am (UTC)"The salacious exchange of bodily fluids and pleasurable sensations is crushing my skull and inflaming unused nerve endings. Need space to breathe, need to float in the black, and dance with the stars. Can’t sleep with all the noise rubbing against me.”
She sat down next to Chris. “Canis familiaris also needed to void her bladder. But the guardian at the door would not allow us to go beyond vision range. Your company may help to keep concentration away from unfamiliar sensory input.”
River looked at Charlie. “Your thoughts are almost as bad. And you suppose erroneously. Captain Harkness does not consider himself god’s gift to women. He is not gender or life form biased. He can and does take no for an answer, however. He does not force what is not wanted. Lying to oneself is the greatest sin. Special hells await. Below even the one for those who talk in theaters.”
OOC giggles
Date: 2006-12-31 06:41 pm (UTC)[Charlie]
Date: 2006-12-31 07:39 pm (UTC)The rest of her inane babbling? Not so much. Charlie thought about snarling at her, but settled for sipping more of his beer instead. River had an annoying way of of using verbal jujitsu to make you look like an idiot if you got in her face. He wasn't even sure she did it on purpose, it might just be th way her cracked brain worked, but he'd seen her reduce Sawyer or Harry to embarrassed silence and that took some doing.
(Special hells for people who talk in theaters?) Charlie drank another swallow of beer. (That...wasn't a bad idea, actually.)
[Chris] Relief
Date: 2007-01-02 01:21 am (UTC)[NPC River]
Date: 2007-01-02 03:57 am (UTC)Indeed, River accepted that sometimes she could become a fighter equal to Faith, and other times she could become so overwhelmed by the violent thoughts of others that she was a whimpering ball of useless.
"Night air brings the stars closer. She feels a step closer to home."
[Charlie]
Date: 2007-01-02 05:56 am (UTC)He sipped at his beer, letting the rest of River's prattle wash over him unheard. On the other hand, while disturbing the thoughts were also entertaining. Yeah, it'd be real sweet to join the orgy he was certain was taking place not far away, but....
Charlie shrugged. He had gotten a nice eyeful in the hallway and nobody could take that away from him. He no longer had to imagine what Faith or Chloe looked like out of their clothes. And George--looked good too, if not nearly as voluptuous as the other two.
[Charlie] Much Later
Date: 2007-01-05 08:18 am (UTC)Ordinarily he'd have laughed at the idea. But he'd have laughed if anyone had told him that he'd see those four parading through the hallway in their birthday suits and piling into George's room for a group grope.
Charlie sat dozing at the table. He'd long since finished his beer and he was beginning to think about going to bed finally. A noise at the door caused him to look up.
George walked into the kitchen. She looked tired but she was smiling merrily to herself. Charlie noticed again that she could be quite pretty when she wasn't looking bored or annoyed or scowling at someone. She spotted Charlie and he noted a momentary hesitation in her step before she recovered.
Charlie nodded in greeting but didn't say anything. George did the same as she walked over to the food prep area. She was dressed this time, Charlie saw. Shorts and a t-shirt. No bra, though. Charlie watched her set out a tray and start rummaging for snacks and wondered idly if she were wearing underwear.
(Probably not,) he decided. He guessed that George had dragged on the minimum necessary to visit the kitchen and collect snacks for four tired and hungry people. George had finished piling food on the tray and was filling a pitcher with water.
She was carefully not looking at him. She was also blushing, Charlie noticed. He watched silently as she picked up the pitcher and the platter and carefully edged toward the doorway. She glanced his way only once. Charlie raised a hand in a casual wave.
Then she was gone. Back to her room. Charlie imagined the sight that would greet her when she opened the door. Chloe and Faith (and Jack, but try not to think of him). Naked.
Charlie stood up. Definitely time to go to bed. Alone, dammit.
OOC Snicker
Date: 2007-01-05 12:41 pm (UTC)As Jayne would say, "I'll be in my bunk." :)