Travis Hawke (snakyravewraith) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2015-05-03 09:04:00 |
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Eating so many spicy peppers was a huge mistake. He knew it was going to be when he did it, but a dare was a dare, and the hot bartender working the night shift needed to be impressed. He wanted her to notice him, and she had. Kind of. Last night, it had been worth it to get her attention. This morning, nursing a hangover and a very upset stomach (mostly thanks to the chili peppers), he was sorely regretting it. Travis dragged himself out of bed to grab another bottle of Pepto Bismol from the medicine cabinet in the kitchen area. He clung miserably to the blue blanket wrapped around his shoulders, which both fought off the slight chill of the July morning, and simply provided comfort. Like a hug. He reached the cabinet and pulled it open, sliding various other bottles aside until he found the bottle he wanted. It wasn’t hard to find. Bright pink liquid was like a beacon of hope to the sick and pathetic. Tearing off the seal and tossing the plastic cup in the sink (he would sterilize it and use it to hand out meds to his patients), Travis twisted off the cap and took a big gulp of the thick liquid. Times like these he found himself sincerely wishing for the placebo effect of youth; when he would instantly feel his tummy ache vanish as soon as the Pepto was down his throat. Relief, slight though it was, wouldn’t come for at least several minutes. Travis puffed out his cheeks and turned to lean against the counter. He didn’t need to be in for work until later in the evening, which hopefully would give him enough recoup time. Travis weighed his options. Bed was inviting him back, but TV was also calling out to him, inviting a distraction. He could fold out the table into the spare bed, but it just wasn’t as comfortable. And apparently someone was already occupying it. Travis blinked when he finally noticed the woman sleeping on his extra bed. He walked forward toward the front of the RV, close enough so that he could identify who it was. It wasn’t uncommon for someone to enter the RV. He never kept the door locked in case someone needed him in an emergency. This didn’t look like an emergency. This looked like the hot bartender. He quickly discarded the Pepto bottle in the sink, then reached out to tap the woman’s foot. “Wakey wakey,” he said. |