Who: Alice Ayres and Bellakirk When: 8/9 Where: Walgreens! What: Emergency Midol Run Status: Complete
Not that Jim didn’t believe his wife, but there had to be something stronger than what she had. There had to be, and since it wasn’t his body he was going to find this mystical drug and then let Belladonna keep the rest of it when (and if) they got fixed. Besides, Hermione wasn’t home.
“Goddamn this is my punishment for fucking with Scotty and Bones....” He held an arm over his stomach.
Alice was in the drugstore as well, getting some allergy medication for Gracie. But she didn’t want to get anything too strong, if only because Gracie was a slight girl. So when she looked up from the label she was scrutinizing, she blinked at the pretty blonde girl who looked like she was in a great deal of pain. “Do you need any help?”
“I need...” Jim said, sounding much like Shatner. “Pain killers..that time..of the month.”
“Oh, I just take Aleeve. It actually helps block progesterone, which is what you want.” Alice grinned, cocking her head to the side. “Did you just get off the pill and forget cramps suck?”
“Could say that,” Jim said, not wanting to reveal to a stranger he’d suffered something worse than a transporter malfunction.
“Oh.” Alice chuckled and tucked some hair behind her ears. “Well, here.” She went to the painkillers and grabbed a bottle of Aleeve for her. “This and a hot pad and you should make it through.
“Thanks.” he looked at her finally, and there was a moment of recognition before he looked at the bottle instead. He never forgot a face. Especially one he’d tried to dancing in his best friend’s lap.
Alice blinked. “I’m sorry, have we met or something?”
“Uh. We might have.” Jim darted his eyes and then locked them back up on the bottle. “I doubt you’d remember me.”
“Did I ever dance for you at a bachelorette party?” Alice had done it often enough where she found it kind of fun, and she’d never been ashamed of her job.
“I’ve seen you dance.” Jim nodded his head, finally looking up at her. “You danced for a friend of mine.”
“Oh? What was their name?” Alice smiled at the woman. She seemed nice enough.
Jim sighed. “Leonard McCoy. Kind of scruffy, doctor’s hands.”
“I know Leonard, we’re good fri... Hermione’s husband?” Alice blinked. There was nobody else it could be, this chick wasn’t Hermione. “Jim?” A hissed whisper, since she knew that more OC Oddness had been afoot.
He nodded his head, looking utterly miserable. “This ceased being fun earlier today.” Men were whiners.
“You know what helps? I’m not kidding. Orgasms. Whenever I get cramps, I use the detachable shower head. Works every time. But - do you have a hot pad at home? Can you borrow your wife’s?” Alice didn’t laugh, didn’t even smile. She felt badly for him, and she rubbed his back gently.
“...really? Maybe this isn’t such a bad thing.” He gave her a gentle smile. “I’ll have to take a shower as soon as I get home.”
“If you have a vibrator, just put a condom over it for obvious reasons.” Alice blinked. “Have you used one yet? You owe it to yourself to.”
Jim’s mouth opened, and then closed. Then he opened it again and tilted his head. “I need to get home.”
Alice laughed. “Any other questions about this time of the month?”