the_bigshow: 2.16 "Statistical Odds"

2.16 "Statistical Odds"

( His eyes were wide and he broke out into a sweat as he started to reef his clothes roughly and messily from the suitcase, tossing them onto the floor, the bed and even flinging a pair of trousers across the room behind him where they ended up hanging off the top of the hotel suite mirror... )

- Follows THIS. Rogue (justalilcontact) used with permission.

Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Words | 646

Bahamas, Day #3 (RP with justalilcontact)

Chase bounded up the back steps of their suite to the balcony and went into the suite, rubbing wet hair with his towel. It was the third day of their Bahamas holiday and Chase was ashamed to say he was anything but solely focused on the vacation. He'd been distracted ever since the discovery of his loss, though he'd been trying desperately to hide it. The swimming helped relax him, so he'd taken to making it a regular, almost hourly thing. He'd hardly spent any time inside and was already starting to sport a healthy tan, his Aussie skin responding immediately to the joys of the sun and the beach.

"Do you want to go into the village and get some lunch, babe?" he asked as he untied his wet board shorts and kicked them off.



(Follows THIS and THIS.)