your bitch Who: Res and Keane When: Around 8:30 Where: Their room, the med lab, halls
Res had spent some time in the gym during the evening, and upon returning to her room, she'd headed immediately to hop in the shower. She was just starting to rinse off when the power went out She stared at nothing in the darkness, standing under the stream of hot water while she waited for it to come back on. A few flickers, and then out for good. "Well... shit." she mumbled, blinking at a whole lot of nothing. She put the soap down, not noticing as it slid off the rim of the tub and onto the floor, turned the water off, and promptly moved to step out of the tub. Gravity immediately bitch-slapped her. "OHHHHH SHIT!"
Keane had been in his room, strumming softly away on his guitar when the power went out. Like Res, he stilled and waited for the power to switch back on. It never did -- and then he heard Res' expletive shout, along with a loud thud. "Res?" he asked, sitting up a bit straighter. They had propped the door between their rooms open, and he stared in the general direction of it. "You okay?"
Fuck. Res was lying on her bathroom floor, face first, wet and naked on the bathroom tile. And her right ankle hurt like a mother-fucker. She tried to get up, and fell right back on her face. "Um. Emphatically not!" she called back, resisting the urge to smash her face in against the sink. Of course, to do that she'd have to find the sink. She supposed the toilet bowl would work.
Fuck. Keane's first thought echoed Res', as an announcement played over the PA system. A power outage -- of course. Terrific. Keane got up and fumbled around the room, feeling his way with his hands into Res' room and towards her bathroom door. "What does that mean?"
"I just did a ten point header out of the shower and fucked up my ankle." Res answered, groaning as she mentally chewed through her pride. "I need your help."
Keane stared at the bathroom door. Well fuck. "Are you even wearing anything?" he asked, mentally preparing himself.
At his question, Res yanked a towel down onto the floor and wrapped it around her body. "Um, a towel?" No, this was not her idea of a good time. They were close, but she had limits, dammit. So did her pride.
A towel. Terrific. Well here was another memory to throw into the screaming mess that was Keane's head. He opened the door, immediately assalted by hot steam that smelled way too overwhelmingly much like Res for his own good. It was fucking intoxicating. Damn it all to hell. "Okay, where are you?"
"You just hit me with the door." Res mumbled. She'd managed to sit up in the cramped bathroom space, and she reached out and poked Keane's leg. She felt around with her hand until it found Keane's and she tugged.
"Jesus, Res, watch your hands." Keane blurt out, going a little wide-eyed in the darkness. He really could have done without that. Her hand closed around his, he leaned over to wrap her arm around his neck and pull her up. "Can you stand?"
"If you can find me a spot that isn't a puddle of water on a tile floor, I'd be happy to try." Res said, really not enjoying this experience. She was glad it was fuckin' dark, because her face was eight different kinds of red. What the hell had she grabbed? Fuck.
"Right." That in mind, Keane simply picked her up, thoroughly trying to ignore the little bastard voice in his head that was chiming in with how light she was and how well she fit in his arms. God -- please let that towel stay in place. If it didn't, his head would explode. Possibly both of them. Ever - so - carefully, he carried Res out into her room, feeling around with his foot to find her bed and place her on it. Then he slowly headed back into the bathroom to turn the water off. And remember how to fucking breathe. "What's the verdict?" he called.
Res was kind of happy for the break herself. She took a moment to hide her face in her hand again, mentally screaming at herself before she tried to stand up. Okay, yeah, that sucked. "Twisted." she confirmed. "I'm gonna need you to keep being my errand bitch until the power's back on."
Keane blinked in the darkness before heading out of the bathroom. "I'm not your errand bitch on any given day?"
Res grinned, and bit back a laugh. "Can you get me some clothes?" That was the first step at reviving her pride, though she didn't particularly like the idea of Keane having to get shit for her. Or root around through personal shit.
Keane wasn't enthused for the idea himself. "Just tell me where they are." he said, resigning himself to his fate. The gods had spoken, and tonight was just going to blow. Alrighty then.
"Well the closet's a good start." she answered him. "My underwear is in the drawer beneath the TV. My pride is still on the bathroom floor if you want to get that, while you're at it."
"Er, yeah, Res, that's where I draw the line -- I'm not going through your underwear. Tough it out." Keane replied, though he did find his way to her closet -- and a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. "As for your pride, I think you left that in a bar over the summer."
"Fair enough." Res agreed. On all counts. They were probably close enough without that, anyway. And there were a few particularly blurry summer nights - they'd spent a few months backpacking through Europe.
Keane fumbled through the darkness, apparently not as careful when he wasn't carrying Res. For as he turned the corner towards her bed, he stubbed his toe on the wall. "Sodding... augh!" he half grunted, half shouted. "Res, your fucking room is trying to kill us."
"Are you really surprised? I would get the homicidal room." She waited for Keane to bring her clothes to her, and quickly pulled those on, shifting out of the towel and throwing that somewhere in the vague direction of 'over there'. "'Kay, I'm good."
Keane didn't bother asking if she'd just bloody changed in front of him. Of course she had. Great, something else to haunt him. "Right, then let's head down to the medical station."
"Why, did you hurt yourself?" Res asked.
"Cute." Keane commented, before feeling around the edge of the bed. When he found her, he simply picked her up. He was pretty sure he was going to get hit for this. "But seeing as I'm the one that gravity hasn't tried to sodomize yet, I think I'll be making the decisions."
"You suck." Res confirmed, and he would get hit for this - later, when she wasn't in a position to be dropped on her ungrateful ass. "I don't need a fuckin' doctor, I need a bottle of advil and possibly a beer."
"Neither of which I could find in your room if you bloody paid me." Keane reminded her, finding the door and pulling it open. The hallway was cast in a dim red light, and he was supremely glad he wasn't going to have to feel his way through several floors like this. "Right, do you remember where the medical station is?"
Res resisted the urge to laugh out loud. Why did this shit always happen to them? "And if I did, I would tell you... why?" Aw yeah, who had the fuckin' power now, bitch?
Keane grinned down at her, just staring her down for a minute while he debated with himself on how he wanted to answer that. Now that he could see her eyes, that probably wasn't a good idea -- it was a little more distracting than he had been prepared for. To make up for his eyes lingering on hers just a second too long, he promptly let her go -- partially. He simply held her legs and held her upside down. "Because this will eventually drive you insane."
Res had been getting a little distracted herself. Keane holding her, in the dim red light, and grinning down at her... fuck, she loved the way he grinned. And then before she knew what the fuck was going on, she was hanging upside down. She screamed and burst out laughing, never fearing once that Keane would actually drop her. "Oh my God, you asshole!" she shouted, still laughing her ass off. "Okay, fine! It's upstairs by the lobby."
"Ah, I love winning." Keane replied, letting her hang there a moment longer before pulling her back up. Her t-shirt had been starting to slide up, exposing her stomach -- and Keane was all too aware of the fact that he'd been the one that had refused to give the girl a bra. Jungle gym time was over. He started walking towards the stairs, not even bothering with the idea of the elevators. Even if they were working, he wasn't about to trust that they'd stay that way.
Res resigned herself to her fate and quietly allowed herself to be carried, even if she knew already that all they'd do is wrap her ankle and tell her to stay off of it. And - what a surprise - that was exactly what would happen. The doc threw in a couple of tylenol to sweeten the deal, but Res wasn't overly concerned about it herself. She was no stranger to injury. A pair of crutches later and she and Keane were standing in the lobby. "What now?"
"We could head over to Circean Delight." Keane said, shrugging. "Seems like what everyone else is doing. Do you feel like being social?"
Res grinned at Keane. "Not really." she admitted. "Do you?"
He grinned back at her. "Not really." he echoed. "Drinks and the room?"
"That is a plan." Res agreed. She wasn't going to get fucked up or anything, but she was in no way in the mood for a few dozen strangers panicky in the dark. She wasn't even the type to deal well with that uninjured.
"Right. Lead the way, Gimpy." Keane said, snickering as they headed for the hall. He supposed the night wasn't a total loss after all.