A tall ship and a star to steer her by (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} starwreck) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2012-04-10 11:41:00 |
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Who: Jim, Scotty and Gaila
What: Panty fights and more time paradoxes, and dream comparisons! Also, amputees!
When: Recently?
Where: Mad Monty's
Status: Complete
Rating: Pg-13 for Jim in a thong
Jim walked into Scotty's bedroom, and then tilted his head, "You know, I never pictured you for a pink thong man. But I dig it."
"Dammit, Gaila! Ye never lock the doors!" Scotty was saying, since he'd been laying there after the earlier dare, still wearing some incredibly pink thong undies. He pulled the sheet over and yawned a little, since he had been stuck in a state between wakefulness and sleep for a while now. And, well, Gaila hadn't helped him get them off, like he thought she would. Plus, he was still hindered by last night's dizzying uber shot Faiza had given him for the uber leg infection he'd managed to give his SCRATCH because it had been itchy and he couldn't help but itch it. All of which meant the dare had gone awry and he was getting used to his junk being smushed, because he had no choice. He pulled a sheet over himself, and then a blanket for good measure, since Kirk seemed to really be into knickers. No use offering temptation. "I'm getting used tae them riding up the crack of me arse."
Scotty stifled a yawn and rubbed at one eye, before his hand went flop onto the pillow, next to his head. "What brings ye here?"
Gaila was proud of her dare, she'd managed to troll Scott into wearing one of her thongs. Victory! And they were comfy, god damn it! She looked up from her data padd, grinning at Kirk, "Want to try one on?"
Tilting his head, Jim shrugged, "Sure, why not. Got anything in blue?"
The woman hopped to her feet, rushing to a drawer and pulling out a blue, sparkly thong. She tossed it at him!
He'd tell her to shut it, because he proved he has a nice arse in a thong, and that's all that matters. He trolled her into looking at it and then made fun of her knickers, which she barely wears anyway. And he could see why, because hi, those things are not that comfy.
"Yer not really, are ye?" Scotty stared at Kirk like he was insane, then he was suddenly very helpful. "Ye have tae kinda tuck things here and there, sae they work."
He swung it around on his fingers, and walked into the bathroom, closing the door.
Gaila looked at her lover, "He's really going to do it!"
Blink blink blink, went Scotty. He just looked at Gaila and shrugged a little bit, summarizing it all with a softly spoken, "That's because Kirk's insane."
"He's your friend," She replied shrugging. Just then, Kick came out, wearing the blue thong, and only the blue thong. He posed, muscleman style! Gaila? took pictures!
"Och, gawd! What's wrong with ye, even I left me tee-shirt on!" Scotty winced until his eyes were scrunched closed and covered his head with the sheet, entirely. Because the image of that was going to be burned into his brain for the next...forever.
Gaila purred at him. Kirk that is. Mostly to rile Scotty, until she winked at Scotty as if to reassure him. To Kirk, she said, "Shake that thing!" She cheered when Jim started dancing around, "Scotty, got any dollar bills?"
"I'm a dirty, dirty girl." Jim said, grinning.
"Nae, I dinnae! Stoppit, agh, I'm goin' tae have nightmares about this until I'm eighty bloody years auld!"
Gaila laughed, "I'm sending this shit to your girlfriend."
"She'll just be sad she missed it," He retorted.
"Or she'd be standing right next tae ye, wearing sparkle knickers," Scotty pointed out, peeking one eye around the edge of the sheet and then making a gagging noise. "Gaila, may I have me pants back, now? Boxers? Please?"
Giggling, Gaila did as bidden, as Kirk pulled a shirt and pants on. He kept the thong on. He could keep the thong. She eydarted. At least it was one she didn't like!
"Aww yer sweet. Cheers," he said, and then tried to get the thong off and the boxers back on, while under the covers. He was successful! No peek-sees! Though he was eyeing Kirk like he was one insane mo fo, the entire time. "Sae? Not here just tae pick up some new undies, I'd imagine. If yer checking up on the progress of the project, Tiny Tony the Terrible put a dent in me schedule. I got a shot with a gigantor needled and 'm laid up until at least Wednesday. The scratch got infected."
Scotty shot Gaila's thong panties back at her, like it was a rubberband. He shoots, he scores!
"Was just coming down to see how you were doing. Varric told me you were cranky." He laughed as Scotty's shot connected with the back of Gaila's head. Gaila flailed and whirled! She picked up another thong and fired!
Right in the face, before Scotty could bap it away with one hand. DIRTY LOOK! It is being directed right at you, lass! zomg!
"OUCH! Ye couldae gotten that in me eye, and I could be blind. What's wrong with ye?! And I'm not cranky. I'm well enough. Why would he say I'm cranky? That's on him, because he was talking about crackpottery bollocks about magic and dreams and some such, which is bloody ridiculous."
"I knew where I was aiming!"
Gaila grabbed up some more underwear and shot at Kirk!
"Well dinnae put...his eye oot, oh whatever." He just sat there and watched like it was some bizarre new form of tennis, only without rackets and with undies instead of a ball.
Kirk dove for cover, coming up with some of Scotty's boxers and opening fire at Gaila! Gaila flailed and ducked behind Scotty, firing another pair of panties at Kirk!
Scotty merely sat there, being used as a shield between tweedledee and tweedledum. Though he'd have to err on the side of caution that meant NOT pissing off the girlfriend, and she'd therefore be tweedledee. He squeezed his eyes closed as some boxers went straight at his face, and continued sitting there as Gaila launched panties at Kirk, from behind one of his shoulders. He had to admit, it was a great tactical position to do that from, because there was not only him, but the pillows he had been leaning back against, and that was a bit of a buffer wall and added protection. It was just one of those times that he wished he had a personal shielding mechanism, so he wasn't in the crossfire.
Underwear flew back and forth like two battleships trading shells at sea. Several times Scotty took blows that would have broken lesser men, but he proved to be a sturdy fortress for Captain Gaila. Kirk was pushed back into the bathroom, where his ammunition became few and far between.
"She's got ye beat," Scotty observed, still sitting stationary and letting them both get their spazz on. She did have the advantage, anyway. He only shrugged a little, and let it play out to its inevitable conclusion.
"Never give up," Jim replied, darkly. He could use the one he was wearing, but ew. He wouldn't put them through that. He did put a pair of briefs on a toothbrush and surrender.
Gaila accepted the surrender, then collapsed giggling on top of Scotty.
"Make sure he throws oot all his ammo, he could be bluffing," Scotty pointed out, but he was smiling as he was collapsed upon. "He's got a potential bomb on a toothbrush, ye know."
"Okay that was irrelevant!" He came out with his hands up! "But seriously, you got a shot?"
"Aye, I got a shot. I'd show ye but I've got a green lass collapsed on me. And, aye, it got infected," he admitted, remorsefully, and rubbed a hand on Gaila's back. He even went shifty-eyed, like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Jim sat on the edge of the bed, peeking at Scotty's leg, "Oh shit. How'd it get infected? Shouldn't she have given you antibiotics?"
"It's fine. And I was scratching at it, but it's hardly my fault. Ye know, when scratches heal, they get itchy. It's just the way that works." He said that very convincingly, at least. "Why'd ye say oh shite like that?"
"You're not supposed to scratch it." Jim feigned innocence, like he hadn't scratched at his own wounds. Regularly. Like all the time. He poked Scotty in the shoulder, "It won't fall off will it?"
"I dunno. But if it does, I'll let ye be the first one tae see the stub!" Scotty looked totally exuberant about it, because maybe he could get in on some bad ass pirate association and cosplay with them. "I'll even let ye touch it!"
Gaila laughed, "Why can't I be the first one to see your stub?!"
"'Cause girls have cooties," Kirk replied, maturely. "And stubs are guy things."
"That stub between your legs maybe."
"He's right, ye have cooties. And ye'd just go 'eww' at my leg, like ye've been doing. Sae, sorry, he's first. Ye can go 'eww' at it, after." Scotty nodded along at what Kirk was saying. "Real stubs, ye know. Like a stump. Like something half there, the rest of it's cut aff, tae stop the rot."
"I knew a guy with a stub for an arm," Jim offered. "Lost it in a rice thresher of all things."
"Oh that's epic!" Scotty said, with wide eyes and the expression of one who found this utterly fascinating. "Did he get a sleeve caught in a gear or in one of the threshy bits?"
"He got too close to the threshy bit and his sleeve caught. It pulled him right in! There wasn't anything left of his arm by the time he got free." He poked his own nose, "Lost the tip of his nose too."
"Really. Ye got pictures?"
Scotty. He's not squeamish. Which was probably part of the problem right now.
"Yeah!" He pulled out his phone and started going through the photos, "Just the aftermath, I wasn't there for the accident. Would you believe that guy gets regular tail?"
"I'd believe it. I heard of something once," Scotty was saying as he looked over the photos and made a face that was a half-smile, half-wince, "about some lad who was really intae amputee lassies, an' he was about tae nail the girl, aye? Well, problem was, she'd put her fake eye intae a glass of water, and when she stepped oot of the room tae get herself sexified, he'd drank it and the eye got caught in his throat. Sae by the time she got back? He was dead. Bloody harsh, is what that is. And this poor lad really drew the short straw that day, didnae he? Heh!"
"That was on a thousand ways to die!" Kirk loved that show! He'd seen a thresher accident on one episode in fact, recently. It had reminded him of that old friend.
"I love that show! And I thought that girl was easy on the eyes tae, even if she was missing an arm!" Scotty pointed back at him like Kirk was now his TV programme brother! And, after all, he had to have something to do, since he was stuck in bed.
"I can see the kink," Kirk admitted. But then again he had varied and sometimes eccentric tastes.
"Oh, me tae," agreed Scotty, with the greatest of ease. "I mean, how could ye not want tae touch it, if the lass is that easy tae look upon, an' just happened tae have an arm stub. Or an eye oot."
Gaila stared at them both.
"Gaila would have really weird stubs. All green and shit."
"Aye," Scotty continued to agree, amiably enough, "but that's for me tae touch at, not for ye, sae get it oot of yer head. Arse."
"Oh, I know not to touch friend's chicks." Kirk crossed his heart.
"...ye forgot tae add, unless they're on a break, and then they are fair game. Because if ye were nae with India Lass and Gaila and I werenae together? Ye probably wouldnae refrain."
"Dude!" Jim looked offended, "Bro code. I wouldn't tap Gaila unless you died."
"Oh then that's okay, aye, if I was dead." He waved a hand like that was totally cool, because he'd be beyond caring or anything. "Of course, she'd still probably tell ye nae, anyway."
"We don't know that," Jim replied, grinning.
Gaila smacked them both, "She's RIGHT HERE!"
Scotty had already been wincing like he was expecting it, and was simply waiting for the axe to fall. He'd been counting on the fact she'd whap Kirk before him, though, and hadn't taken into account that he was closer than Kirk was. A mistake which he would not make, a second time.
"Ouch, not sae hard. Me arm might rot aff, next."
"Just make it easier for me, lover." Gaila grinned wickedly.
"Well, I didnae know ye were intae that sort of thing," Scotty told her, albeit in the sort of voice like he was a blushing bride.
"Well, it just means its harder for you to keep me out of trouble."
Jim eyed her, "You've got a scary one, Scotty."
"Just means it's easier for ye tae take advantage of me, tae." He winked at Gaila and then silently nodded at Kirk like yes. Yes, that was true.
Lucky bastard. But Kirk had a scary one too so it all worked out. He grinned at Scotty, "Want me to carry you downstairs?"
That's fine, because Kirk was a lucky bastard too. Not just because he had a fine looking Indian woman, but also because he keeps almost getting mauled, and somehow surviving. Scotty was pretty convinced that Kirk was some mutant feline-human hybrid with more than nine lives.
"Nae, that's all right. I'd better listen tae the nice doctor lady, for once. I’ll stay aff it like they'd said. Nice of ye tae offer, though."
He shrugged. "It's probably a good idea to listen to her."
"Aye, I'm doin' just that. That shot had me utterly oot of it, the entire night. It was miserable." Stupid arse dream could stop. Happening. Any. Time. Now. Really. "Kept waking up aff an' on, and everything."
"It could be worse? I've been dreaming about falling lately. Like.. Okay I'm there with Sulu of all people, right? We're in space suits and we're totally kicking these guys' asses. Then this platform we're on starts shaking." He shakes back and forth, to demonstrate, "And off Sulu goes. So I jump after him and grab on, but my chute breaks!"
"Seriously? Wow, ye must really feel guilty about all the times ye've gotten him intae trouble then," was the only reply Scotty could come up with, after staring at Kirk blankly, like that was nothing recognizable to him. "I'm just having the same stupid dream where some pointy earred bastard beats the shite oot of ye, an' none of us bother tae step in, really. Truth be told, I was kinda watching, aye, but really, the stuff around me was very impressive, sae I might have looked away a wee bit tae just take a peek. I was otherwise pretty concerned. Really. I mean it. I mean, not enough tae step in and help, but otherwise concerned."
Gaila pointed at Scotty, "YOU SAID DREAMS DON'T MEAN THINGS!" AHAH!
Kirk eyedarted, "Pointy eared bastard? Beating the shit out of me?"
"Nae, I mean, it was still meaningless. It was still a really bad sci-fi convention and I'd still left me costume at home. Dinnae be silly, Gaila. I've said all along that dreams are just the byproduct of a bored brain, and it was just playing off hopes, dreams, worries, and fears, that's all."
He rolled his eyes like GOSH, girls and their reading into things too much, but then he was right back to explaining to Kirk again.
"Aye, some dark haired pointy eared bastard. Looked like he was goin' tae pound ye intae the ground. I mean, I noticed the ears outright and it just seemed odd, like that was all somehow oot of place, I'd supposed. Oh! Oh, right, then he tried tae strangle ye. Some other person said something and he stopped, but I was tae worried about things tae be bothered with what he'd said. After all, I was standin' there, like practically the only person just about who was oot of costume, drookit an' all. Ye were bein' an arse and started it, tae be perfectly honest. I mean, did it really have tae come tae that, just sae ye could sit in the big chair? Nae, not really, I dinnae think sae."
Scotty just shrugged and summed it up, "It was just a silly dream with some of me friends, that I've been having. That's all. It's pretty ridiculous. Like I'd said, one of those 'showed up naked at school' type of dreams, only I wasnae in costume. Aye."
Jim scratched at his head, "You were soaking wet. I needed..to make him feel. I taunted him. I took a dig at his mother and he snapped." Jim added, "...he said his emotions were compromised and he was stepping down from something..."
"......." Scotty stared at him for a good long while, with no expression at all, then flat out winced, hard, his entire face scrunched up, and both hands held up like he needed a moment to just...absorb. "Wait. How...okay, uhmm, how'd ye know about that? At all? Because I have nae said that tae anyone, but aye, that's more or less what it was about or seemed like. I was in trouble sae I didnae want tae say tae much. That's not possible, ye know."
Jim sounded sober, "I had the exact same dream, Scotty. You were soaking wet, though I have no idea why. Only that you belonged there with the rest of us."
"Ye know," Scotty tried to interject, hands still raised up, though there was another long pause like he was trying to just figure out the how of it all, "ye cannae have the same dream as some one else though. That's statistically impossible."
"Maybe its a premonition?" Gaila said, "Like a mass one?"
"I had that dream, Scotty. We were..fuck it looked like we were in an apple store or something."
"Aye, apple store! That's precisely what it looked like. But why would we gae tae the apple store for a sci-fi convention?" Oh, Scotty. So engineer and relativistic physics smart, and yet sometimes he was the last one to understand anything weird or mystical or fantastical.
"I don't know! That pointy bastard was fucking strong though." Jim rubbed at his neck, grimacing.
"Well he tried tae strangle ye, but ye know...it's because of that chair. Why didnae ye just take turns? Dumb arses. I wanted tae sit in it tae, ye know."
Kirk wasn't sure how to bring this up. Or even how to, "About that chair..you know how my car just showed up? And your dog?"
"Aye, what about it?" Scotty looked very concerned now. As though at any moment, the universe was about to start folding in on itself like origami.
Jim eyedarted, "It showed up, too. At my new apartment. I was there when I woke up the other morning."
"The chair?!" His eyes bugged out in disbelief.
"Yes!"
That had it. The universe was going to implode. They were all going to die. Scotty stared mournfully at Kirk and then at Gaila, like he hadn't meant to cause this mess by sending a dog back or sideways or wherever.
Gaila stared at them like they were crazy. Then she remembered the torch, and ran out of the room.
"Where's she going??"
Scotty hadn't forgotten the torch just that...things were now very very complicated, and potentially implodey. So now he's going to apologize.
"I'm sae sorry, Kirk, it's not like I'd meant tae send the dog back an' start this mess. Oh, she's gettin' the torch, it's fine...ye know...but this might be me own fault...or other me's fault...the timeline's fouled up..we're doomed."
"Is this really your fault?"
Gaila came running back up, dumping the plasma torch on the bed, "This too!"
"I dunno but it seems like it...ye know...oh...ohhhhhhh...." Scotty picked it up, and gave it a looking over. "Well, right. This' brilliant, really!" His eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning. He totally forgot all about the universal origami, for the time being!
"Dude..." Kirk stared at it.
It wasn't large either, just something compact, it was probably something he could fit into one of his larger trouser pockets as well, which made it the best thing ever. At least he had the sensibility to aim it upwards before he turned it on, with the sort of ease that someone who'd done that hundreds of times before, was capable of.
A bright flash of light and a glowy blue plasma stream burst out of the torch.
"Och, yer sae pretty, bonniest torch I've ever held!" And if he was burning a hole in the ceiling? He probably wasn't noticing while he cooed at it. "I'm goin' tae marry ye someday, weldy torch."
Yep, he said it. He went there. Sorry, he's marrying the torch.
Jim jumped back, "Holy shit! What's that thing made of?"
"Hm?" Scotty looked up after burning the glorious sight of it into his retinas, and he reluctantly turned it off. "It's made oot of...uhm...hm. Well, I dinnae know, but I'll let ye know when I figure it oot." He blew on the end of it like it was a smoking gun barrel, and then hugged it to himself. "Aww, it's even warm still. I'm goin' tae use the hell oot of this, I will."
Gaila glared at it.
She's never going to touch it, because he might sleep with it, hugging it and everything. It's probably going to get a name, too. He looked like he was totally and completely enamoured with his new weldy torch. Oh yes, he was.
"Do you want me to shove it against your prostate?" She continued to glower.
"Dinnae treat her that way, yer terrible! What'd she ever dae tae ye?" he said defensively - deeply offended even - and cradled his new tool against him, like it was a newborn baby. "Anyway, back tae this dream thing, Kirk. I mean, even if we had the same dream, then...how is that possible unless it was something real that happened and we were both there at a sci-fi convention in an apple store. And then they somehow managed tae ship ye the chair?"
"You had a dog magically appear," Kirk pointed out.
"Aye, but....it wasnae magic. Probably a reasonable explanation for that, like...folding space-time on purpose and placing the dog here, for a reason. And that reason would be tae foul absolutely everything else up."
Gaila looked between then, "Time travel?"
"Well, aye, I mean, that's all that would be, is yer bending time a bit, and....okay, that's just goin' tae make yer brains bend, sae dinnae make me get into the whole explaining time travel thing."
"That doesn't explain the dreams though," Kirk pointed out.
"Nae, it dunnae explain the dreams," Scotty said, quietly, as though only reluctantly admitting that. The dream issue had suddenly become more complicated.
Gaila just looked smug.
"It'd be nice if I could figure oot why everyone else looked like they had a uniform or part of one, in yer case...nice black ninja gear, by the by. And I was just wearin' whatever, and ran through a bloody rainstorm rainin' buckets on me, tae get tae the apple store."
Jim shook his head, "I think whatever that is came before the dream. Like just before."
"Aye, maybe...but it still doesnae make sense. I mean, if Sulu was there tae, and he was, ye know...and that Uhura lass, then...if this was all tae make sense, then wouldnae they know about it as well?"
"Maybe whatever it is just hasn't...come to them yet?"
Scotty only shrugged, but the whole thing was a lot more disturbing now, than it was, before.
"Maybe. I mean, nothing I want tae ask them about, because if they havenae, then that just makes us sound insane. Sae, better tae just keep quiet, I think."
Gaila frowned, "Maybe we just try to get them to tell us first! Uhura was having a recurring dream too..."
"Was she? Wait, sae....did she just tell ye this or did ye tell her about...the dream I was having...tae...." Squint! Scotty was squinting at her, waiting for an answer! So he could facepalm!
"It sort of came up!"
FACEPALM. So hard, Scotty's hand slapping against his own face reverberated in a painful sounding echo, off the surrounding bedroom walls.
"Gaila! What the hell! Why would ye dae that, when the whole time I was sayin' it was bloody insane! Now yer sexy friend with the giraffe neck is goin' tae think I'm nutters!"
Gaila shook her head, "She doesn't! Not really. I don't think so. She had her own dream. She was wearing red."
"She was wearing red in my dream," Kirk said.
Scotty nodded like yep, she was wearing...red. Well that was weird. "Aye, red in mine as well. And I shouldnae say giraffe neck. More like...gazelle. Esque."
"Gazelles are sexier," Gaila agreed. "And her neck is delicious."
"Aye, I agree about her neck, but I know I'm not her type. I'm yer type." Now this was getting really strange, and he stared directly at Kirk, and asked, hesitantly, "What'd color’d the guy have on that was beatin' ye up?"
"Blue."
"Aye, and Sulu was wearin' yellow, as was some other younger lad that was there. Right?"
Kirk nodded again, "There were other guys in red, too. But Sulu was in yellow."
"Aye, there were some in red by me, and I was holdin' me hands up like I was goin' tae get a gun in the ribs. Remember it vividly. All right, then. What'd I have on?" He turned his head and eyed Kirk suspiciously.
"Something brownish. Like your old coat. Like cold weather gear almost. You had fingerless gloves."
"Shite. Aye, then ye had the exact same dream." He almost looked downtrodden over the whole thing, because now it couldn't be dismissed any longer. "Better tae keep this tae ourselves unless someone else asks, an' aye, Gaila, that means ye cannae tell anyone beyond Uhura. Who probably thinks I'm bloody NUTTERS now, thanks tae ye!"
Whatsamatteryou! hands, she's getting them held up like 'y u no understand, do not want others 2 think am nutters?'
Gaila held up her hands, "Fine! Okay! I won't tell anyone else!"
"Ye have tae mean it this time!"
"I DOOO!"
"All right! All right." He was leaning away from her, before he smushed himself back into the pillow pile and clutched the sheet under his chin with both hands. Only thing he was missing was a teddy bear, but the plasma torch tucked into the crook of one arm was pretty much like that, one would suppose. Hopefully it didn't turn on in the middle of the night, because that would be interesting. "I dunno what tae dae. I suppose, if we have any other dreams, we just keep it between us three, aye? Let ye know if something else pops up?"
"I will," Kirk nodded, and got up. He felt...weird all of a sudden, and it wasn't just the thong.
Well the weird wasn't just a him thing, because Scotty was staring at him and was also weirded out. In that sort of way that the world had ceased to look or seem quite so normal and mundane, and it was kind of a deja vu experience now, merely watching him.
"I'll text or call the moment anything happens, that's oot of the ordinary," Scotty promised, speaking in a low voice, like the walls might be listening. "And I want tae sit in the chair."
"Hell no! Get your own!" And with that, Kirk was out the door!
"What the bloody hell! Can ye believe that guy? He's still hogging the bloody chair! ARSE!" Scotty made a horrible face like he'd just tasted something bad. He relented and set the plasma torch aside on the bedside table, popped a pain pill, and laid there, in a mild sulking fit. "I'm important tae, ye know. I should get tae sit in the chair."
"I think you'd be down in like..the guts of wherever the chair is, making sure nothing breaks!" She leaned over, kissing him, "Now get some sleep.."
"Aww, yer sae sweet." He said after the kiss and then sort laid there, like he was thinking about it some more, before agreeing with her assessment.
"Well aye, ye know I'd be in the guts, naturally. Because if the chair broke, someone'd HAVE HIS ARSE ON THE FLOOR! YE BEST RECOGNIZE THAT! YE HEAR ME?" Smuuuuush went the back of Scotty's head, into the pillow pile, even more. Kirk probably didn't hear him. But it was the angry thought that counts. "Aye, ye know, I'd rather be where things need fixed an' such, than in a stupid chair anyway."
"Love yeeeeeeew," he said, sweetly, and closed his eyes. Maybe that stupid dream would stop, finally, now that he thought it was real.
Somehow.
"I love you too, you dumbass." She's take away the torch as soon as he was asleep, to prevent inadvertent death.
No, it was okay! He set it aside already! Though he did pick it up and give it a little kiss too, before he set it back on the bedside table next to the bottle of pain pills and whatever else Faiza had prescribed for him.
Great. She'd just have to get her own toys to compete!