[Charlie] Some Guys Have All The Luck

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Who: 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.

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[Charlie] Much Later

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Chris had escorted River outside to get her away from the "disturbing input." They'd never come back. Presumably they'd gone back to their own rooms once River had gotten enough of looking at the night sky. (Unless they're off shagging like bunnies somewhere,) Charlie thought darkly.

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

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*snicker*

As Jayne would say, "I'll be in my bunk." :)