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Jesse
Kitty all but stumbled into the club, somehow regstered a familiar face and crossed to the couch to flop across Jesse's lap. "Coffee?" She asked hopefully, turning her head to look up over her shoulder at him with wide eyes.
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Apr. 5th, 2009
Mar. 30th, 2009
Open
Jesse was sitting on a sofa in the lounge, trying to juggle three balls. He wasn't actually doing bad at first, but after a bit one got away from him and was batted right into the face of someone by his attempt to catch it. "Shit! I'm sorry! Are you all right?!"
Feb. 26th, 2009
Greg
Jesse came into the on-call room, closed and locked the door behind him, and then crawled on top of Greg. "I have a problem," he said, conversationally. "And a fairly big one at that."
Jan. 25th, 2009
Greg
Jesse was trying very, very hard to redefine 'brat'. He hadn't gotten nearly enough of Greg's attention to make him happy (if there was any such thing), he'd had a bad day and really he was just snarking and bratting all over the place. "How long's it been since you killed someone with your attitude? Really?"
Jan. 21st, 2009
Munch, open to all
Wednesday again, and a happier Wednesday than the previous one. The weather seemed to have warmed up especially for the inauguration, and the evening was mild enough that the cafe had tables set outside for more than just the smokers. A general air of celebration lingered from the previous day, and the cafe owner had decided to celebrate by offering free upgrades to larger sizes of coffee, or free muffins with the smallest ones.
Sugar and caffeine highs all around.
Sugar and caffeine highs all around.
Jan. 5th, 2009
Open
David was in his scrubs. He came into the club, found a lap, and crawled onto it. "Remind me that I'm far, far too old to be pulling triples?"
Dec. 10th, 2008
Greg
Jesse walked into the club with wild hair and eyes with more than a little desperation in them. In his bloody hands he held a cardboard box (with bloody fingerprints) from which an unearthly howling was very, very audible. He spotted Greg with something like relief. "Oh god, help me."
Nov. 30th, 2008
Open
"Apparently," Jesse said, precisely, "I am having a relationship with Greg. A relationship that includes things like not being allowed to scene without his prior notice. Not that that's bad, mind, because it isn't. It is very nearly like Greg being emotional. Do you have any idea how bewildering that is?"
Jess was on a couch, hanging upside down over the arm of it, talking to whoever had just walked through the door.
Jess was on a couch, hanging upside down over the arm of it, talking to whoever had just walked through the door.
Nov. 5th, 2008
Jesse
Greg had gone to work at 7 am. He'd left Jesse a note not to put on clothes, but to put the plug Greg had left on top of the note in. He got home at three, calling out with only a little bit of evil, "Honey, I'm home."
Nov. 1st, 2008
Greg
"Hello. Where's my candy, you dirty old man?" Jesse asked, when Greg opened the door. He was still wearing scrubs, his labcoat, and had a sthescope around his neck.
Oct. 4th, 2008
Greg
Jesse actually showed up at Greg's house. "I may have been exposed to HIV," he said, the *second* the door started the open. "And it's not from sex, so save berating me. Where's your booze?"
Sep. 24th, 2008
Greg
"Did you know," Jesse asked, as he walked into Greg's office, carrying two cups of coffee with him, "that there are people who don't find you hot?"
Sep. 7th, 2008
Greg, Backdated to Labor Day Weekend.
Jesse had plans for Labor Day.
Actually, he had plans for the entire weekend. Plans made weeks ago, that had turned into weeks of near constant sexual frustration. He was more than ready to meet Greg at the club, bag packed for the weekend. He didn't know what he expected exactly, except the time together. It was going to end amazingly well or amazingly badly. Either one would be better than the near constant curiosity and fascinated wonder of the past -- well, not past few weeks, actually. The past few years was much more like it.
The holding pattern, of flirting and wanting and sexual tension was about to break.
Actually, he had plans for the entire weekend. Plans made weeks ago, that had turned into weeks of near constant sexual frustration. He was more than ready to meet Greg at the club, bag packed for the weekend. He didn't know what he expected exactly, except the time together. It was going to end amazingly well or amazingly badly. Either one would be better than the near constant curiosity and fascinated wonder of the past -- well, not past few weeks, actually. The past few years was much more like it.
The holding pattern, of flirting and wanting and sexual tension was about to break.
Aug. 16th, 2008
Open to viewing-Jesse
Greg found Jesse in the hall, approached him from behind, then pushed him, lightly into an open room, leaving the door open as he pressed against Jesse from behind, fitting against him. "Hi."
Aug. 5th, 2008
(Tomorrow) Greg
Jesse walked into the club, stepped out of his loafers, and crawled onto the sofa. He flipped over and landed with his head in Greg's lap. "Hello, dear."
Tuesday, Jesse
Beth couldn't even remember last time she'd seen Jesse, which meant it was way too bloody long in anyone's book, and definitely in hers. It meant that she made absolutely certain that she was clear to leave the office with plenty of time to dress up and make up, settling on a smart but comfortable dress and low-ish shoes with plenty of strap.
It also meant that she was at the Olive Garden at 7 precisely, waiting in the bar with a drink rather than at the table, very grateful to have shaken off the dreaded jetlag at last.
It also meant that she was at the Olive Garden at 7 precisely, waiting in the bar with a drink rather than at the table, very grateful to have shaken off the dreaded jetlag at last.
Jul. 29th, 2008
Open
Jesse hadn't been lying when he told Beth that this was going to be a killer week.
It was Tuesday, and Jesse was already more or less dead. Or looked dead, at least.
He was face down in the floor of the club, still wearing his white coat over his jeans and sneakers. His arms were folded under his head, and his hair completely covered his face.
He heard footsteps approaching, though. He murmured, "Don't tread on me," without looking up. "I bite."
It was Tuesday, and Jesse was already more or less dead. Or looked dead, at least.
He was face down in the floor of the club, still wearing his white coat over his jeans and sneakers. His arms were folded under his head, and his hair completely covered his face.
He heard footsteps approaching, though. He murmured, "Don't tread on me," without looking up. "I bite."
Email to Jesse
To: "Jesse"
From: bethyjen.reynolds@googlemail.com
Subject: Back from the underworld
Hello darling,
All back from England and mostly coherent, or at least I seem to be awake regular hours again.
Are we still on for dinner?
love,
Beth xx
From: bethyjen.reynolds@googlemail.com
Subject: Back from the underworld
Hello darling,
All back from England and mostly coherent, or at least I seem to be awake regular hours again.
Are we still on for dinner?
love,
Beth xx
Jul. 21st, 2008
Greg
Jesse poured two cups of coffee and walked into the lounge. He handed one to Greg and then sprawled on the opposite end of the couch with the other. "Did you know vaccinations are the devil's work and herd immunity's a myth?" he asked, wearily.
Jul. 20th, 2008
Open
Jesse came into the club, dropped to his knees in front of the couch. He flopped forward onto it, and crossed his arms over his head. "My God I need laid," he mumbled into the cushions. He looked up after a moment, with a slightly sheepish smile and said, "hello," to the person who was sitting there. It took that minute for him to realize there was anyone there.