Who Jack Dent And Greg House [The Mick And Keith of UTR, Y/Y? Aha.] What Greg is blowing things up with his mind. Jack is naked. What CAN'T They do?! Where Greg's place When Wednesday evening Rating/status Naked!Jack gets us up to pg-13 at least.../in progress!
Taking a little breath, Jack looked down at the posts with Greg and shook his head. Why did he suggest going over? He had been locked in the bathroom since he went nude in the grocery store and a few old ladies gave him the dirtiest of looks after they figured out what the scar on his thigh said. As if he put it there! The point was, he ran home, locked himself in the bathroom and hadn't planned on coming out, not even letting Jules in (until he got lonely and did let him in), but here he was, saying he would go to Greg's house with liquor.
"Must be the face," Jack murmured as he stood and shook his head again, moving to go to the kitchen and grab a bottle of-What was it? Eyeing the bottle, Jack figured it was scotch after a moment. He grabbed another like it and stowed it under his arm as well. "Darling, I'm heading over to Greg's to see that he doesn't blow up his face. A shame to have one less of those in the world, hm?" He called to Julien, to realize the man had gone out. Right. Jack had wanted something from the store when he had been caught naked...Well, he'd leave a note.
'Dear Jules, went to Greg's to make sure he didn't blow up his face. He can read minds now, isn't that neat? Will be back later! [Address] if you perhaps want to come by? Love, Jacky'
Sticking that to the fridge, he then grabbed the bottle, took a deep breath, and headed outside, making a break for the nearest portkey. Little damage and a few cat calls later (The long hair always confused), he was at a portkey, and then not long after that, he was stumbling to Greg's door, dizzy, naked and still grasping the bottles as if for dear life.
Knocking, he leaned against the frame, keeping his back to the street. Greg would get the shock of full frontal and Jack would apologize of course, but he didn't think hanging about, tackle out, towards the street was decent. Call him old fashioned.