RP Log with geniuscowboy | A hangover hangover

Jun 10, 2010 04:33

It was around mid-afternoon now and Chris had finally managed to peel himself out of the recliner to assess how he was feeling. Tired and aching, like he had just run an epic marathon, but at least the nausea had settled into just a discomfort in his gut. Thirst was the other think that made itself pointedly known once he gradually woke up. He realised Dave was still there, out like a light on the sofa, face down with one arm dangling over the edge. Chris knew his friend must've stuck around to make sure he was okay, and he smirked faintly to himself as he shuffled to the kitchen area, scratching himself lethargically through the pink boxers he had managed to end up in... how was just still a mystery, because they weren't something he would purchase himself. The offerings in his fridge were slim, and he had a choice of milk, orange juice or flat Diet Coke that had probably been fizz-less for a good two weeks. He plucked the orange juice from the fridge door and stood there, swallowing down a good two-thirds of the bottle and then exhaling heavily in relief. He waited for it to go down, though, knowing there was probably a chance taking so much in after the intense hangover that morning could be a mistake, but he seemed okay.


He stifled a wide yawn when he went back into the living room, taking the bottle of juice with him. It was a toss up between showering or just going to bed to catch up on a bit more sleep. The latter was tempting, especially considering Dave was doing just that on the sofa. The life of a trauma surgeon, sometimes your body and mind just had to stop and catch up on the lost rest that came with the long hours and stressful environment they operated in. Chris set the juice bottle down on the coffee table and pulled a light throw rug out of his hall closet. He draped it over his friend, knowing it was the least he could do after how much Dave took care of him the night before and this morning. But Dave stirred and went to wake, and Chris hesitated sheepishly, not meaning to disturb him. "It's okay, dude, go back to sleep," he told him quietly, and was relieved when Dave didn't reply and just rolled over to sleep on. With a nod, Chris decided more sleep was definitely a good idea.

He was just heading to his room when he paused to look in the mirror by the apartment door, finally catching sight of the mess he had made to his face from the ficus... or whatever the hell it was be got up close and personal with. He had absolutely no recollection of the night before, and he hissed softly, scrunching his nose up, when he saw the dark bruise across his temple and a little at the top of his cheek that could be seen around the small dressing Dave had applied there. He peeled the dressing back carefully to analyse the cut. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, and thankfully no sutures were needed. His eye was a little puffy and red, too. He seriously might need to borrow some of Serena's make up to cover the damage up on his next shift. It looked like he had gotten into a fight and landed a thump to the head. Which would so be a better cover story than telling someone he was so trashed, he fell and hit his head on a tree. He was just putting the dressing back in place when his doorbell rang and he quickly went over to the door to answer it before anymore rings woke Dave up. He was more than surprised to find Serena there, and then a little guilty for one, knowing he hadn't been in much state to think how she was that morning, and two, that he had spilled his guts about their secret to Dave. "Oh... hey, babe..." he greeted her.

Serena wasn't feeling nearly as rough as their night with Eva, but she still wasn't too fond of being out in the sun. She had her sunglasses on, and even then she was squinting behind them. However, as soon as she clapped eyes on Chris they opened and even her eyebrows nearly shot up into her hairline. "I thought Dave said you hadn't been to the ER? Are you okay? Did you really fall into the gutter?" She blinked, and then pushed up her sunglasses to get a good look at Chris in his pink boxers. After a moment she smirked and lowered her sweatpants to reveal the matching pink panties she was wearing.

"What? Why would I go to the ER?" Chris didn't profess to be particularly smart when he was coming out of a hangover, and his fingers went to his head tentatively. "Oh... yeah... no. Dave did this. I mean, he didn't do it, he didn't belt me, he cleaned it and dressed it this morning. At least, I think he did. Everything is a bit blurred together, and I'm not sure if I dreamt it or not, because I think I dream some really whacky things. Hopefully, because if I actually did them... hopefully no one had a camera..." He trailed off and blinked, looking at her pants, and then down at his boxers, and then back again, but his mind wasn't connecting the dots. If they were wearing matching pants, he might just need to hide in mortification.

Serena pulled her sweatpants back up and stepped in close to touch Chris' face gently as she looked closer at the bruise. "He said it was an interesting night. Dave, I mean. We chatted when he wanted Aimee's number. I learned a few of your dirty little secrets. Personally I was hoping someone did have a camera because I kind of wanted to find out what you were up to." She smiled at him as she leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth. "I'm sure you're safe. Just lucky to have been with Dave. I feel like a grandma now next to you. We had a quiet night with bad porn."

Chris was still trying to figure out how he and Serena had on matching underwear, when they were apparently nowhere near each other the previous night, but it was like trying to learn how to do brain surgery by poking at a GI Joe doll with a fork. "Did he call her?" he asked, holding his fingers up. "I swear I rode his ass about calling her. Hopefully I didn't just think about doing that. He's got a hell of a crush on her. He thinks she's too good for him, nearly chickened out on the whole thing. I don't remember anything of what happened, therefore, according to the laws of... something scientific, I declare it never happened. The head injury is just a mere glitch." His arm draped around her waist and he stepped aside, revealing Dave passed out on his sofa, now just a jump under the throw rug with some hair sticking out the top. "I have a confession to make."

Serena happily slotted herself against Chris' side, her own arm slipping around his waist as she rest her head on his shoulder briefly. For some reason being with Chris while she was hungover just didn't feel like a big deal. It was just nice to feel crap and just have the comfort and affection that came with hanging out with her exclusive. "Yeah, he did. She's bursting from absolute joy and nervousness. I guarantee her crush is bigger than Dave's. She's just as concerned that she's not enough for him. It's interesting that they should both think that." Serena faltered as she saw Dave, not sure if she was supposed to be here when he was passed out, or not. Then she looked at Chris. "Um, so do I."

"Then, they sound like a match made in heaven," Chris noted, pulling his lips to the side as he watched his mate for a few moments. He was tempted to wimp out and tell Serena to go first, but he knew that would probably just lead into a whole 'No, you go first' debate. He wondered if he should take a safe step out of her reach, too. Her nails looked like they could be sharp when they needed to be and with nothing but a thin layer of Pepto-pink spandex between her hand and his package, things could get messy once he revealed he had spilled his guts to Dave in a drunken blur. He could deny it, but the thing was, Dave knew now, and he had promised to keep their secret. It had come as a relief to Chris more than everything. He wasn't much of a secret-keeper. He could be when he needed to be, but now that Dave lived here, he didn't want to have secrets from his best mate. "I... um... apparently get verbal diarrhoea when I drink Everclear," he admitted sheepishly.

Serena was nodding, but she was still watching Chris' face with concern to wait for what the confession was. She still couldn't believe she was this far into his place with their arms around each other and Dave sleeping away on the sofa. What if he woke up, rolled over and saw them? She frowned just a little at his lead in. "Everyone gets verbal diarrhoea on Everclear. Or any alcohol. It's a golden rule of drinking. What did you get verbal diarrhoea about?"

"And absinthe, and tequila, and fruity vodkas, and... whatever else Dave said I was hooking into. You think I would have better self-control when it came to booze, too..." Chris didn't think Dave was at any risk of waking up. He had sat up most of the morning making sure he was okay, and they seemed to have been on the go all of last night after busy shifts. He was probably exhausted. "I told Dave about us. He said this morning that I did, but I don't remember doing it."

Serena tilted her head. "Wow, your liver really did get quite the workout, didn't it? Remember to never go out drinking with you. Again. Ever. I don't think I could keep up. Hey, look... Sometimes we just need a night that's crazy. It's when those nights become every night that things get out of control." Serena bit her lip as she stared at Chris for a moment. A long moment. Then she had to cover her mouth to stifle the laughter that was bubbling up inside her. "I told Aimee," she squeaked. "She guessed! It was accidental."

Chris rubbed his hand over his face. "Yeah, I know. I really, really know that little pearl of wisdom. I don't really know why I did it. Didn't think my day at work had been that bad, and it doesn't seem like Dave was on the piss as much as I was. He might be out now, but it's only because he was up all night and morning with me to make sure I didn't asphyxiate on my own vomit or start bleeding out of my ears. He's oddly only semi-hungover." He looked at her, his mouth falling open. "No way! How long has she known? How did she guess?"

Serena slowly took her hand away from her mouth as she pointed in Dave's direction. "I think you'll find some of it has been him running on anxiety. Apparently he told you something and you forgot because you got so wasted. But I don't think I'm supposed to tell you, so just forget I said anything. I just declare exclusive rights! It stays in our bubble. He admitted he doesn't drink as much anymore." Serena started to blush and looked down at her slipper covered feet. She'd been too comfortable in them to change. That was the other thing about being with Chris. She could just be herself. "Way! Since that day she first saw Dave at the coffee cart. I told her I was seeing someone and I couldn't say, then she just asked me all these questions, and I'm a crap liar! I'm sorry, okay. I really, really am."

Chris was frowning at her, glancing back over at Dave. "He what? What did he tell me?" he asked, trying hard to trawl his brain for any new information. It was just impossible, though. It was gone, sucked up in a haze of over-intoxication, and now he felt guilty. What had Dave told him that caused anxiety, and why didn't he say again that morning when Chris sobered up a little? "He doesn't... why didn't he tell me? Shit, is something wrong with him?" Then he threaded his fingers through his messy blond hair and looked at her nervously. "What if Eva had questioned you? Or Proctor? Not that I can talk, but I was really, really drunk! Aw, man..." he added with a moan, his head starting to throb again.

Serena shrugged as she wrapped her arms around Chris and rest her head against his shoulder. "I don't know. He just said it was why he didn't drink as much. I didn't expect him to ever tell me the secret. It's between best friends." Serena shifted her weight and pulled her mouth to the side briefly. "I think maybe there was a little bit of me wanting to just be able to talk to someone about us, so I kinda made it easy to give in. With Eva or Proctor I would have been better. I'm sure of it. I can't believe there's two people that actually know..."

Chris led her past the sofa and out onto his balcony so their voices wouldn't wake Dave. He couldn't shake an apprehension that appeared in his gut about what Dave wanted to tell him, and he glanced at his sleeping mate with a small frown before pulling the glass door closed behind them. "I was glad when Dave told me I had spilled my guts. I dunno why, it was just going to be near impossible to keep secrets from my best mate. Clearly he thinks the same thing. I wouldn't have been able to hide it from him. He knows me too well. He'd start wondering why I wasn't out bedding waitresses or perving on the nurses. Sometimes, there's just people in your life you can't fool, no matter how much you try."

"Aims is starting to be the same for me," Serena admitted as she brushed her hand over his crazy hair and smiled softly. Her eyes had started to adjust to the light a little better and she just looked at Chris' face. She really was falling for him, and she had been trying to slam on the brakes so they didn't wind up on different pages. Only, even when they weren't planning on sticking on the same page - they still wound up on it. They'd managed to both tell their best friends about their secret relationship. "You have no idea how relieved I was to tell her. To have her just know and be able to talk about it without trying to figure out some secret code. Even if I did attempt a code, but hers was better. I don't mind if Dave knows. Of course I don't. I think we would have gone crazy if we didn't finally tell someone."

Chris automatically leaned into her touch when she started to stroke his hair. He could see the beach in the distance, glad to see the waves sucked because he didn't have the energy to get on his board, no matter how much he wanted to. He pulled his lips to the side in through with a soft hum. "There's just a lot to risk if it gets out. Not that I think either of them will say anything. I mean, you can speak for Aimee, and Dave... I'd trust him with my life. Have done. He won't screw us over. And hey, with everyone thinking Kleebus wants my ass, totally home free with a cover there. I can start a rumour I'm having a man fling with him." He paused and then glanced at her, pressing his lips together with a wry smile. "Proctor can't find out. It's hard enough trying to prove myself to him as it is. I'm still a resident, too. If I fuck it up this far in, I'm screwed."

Serena nodded slowly. "I know. I know, he can't find out. I don't want him to find out. I'd never do that to you. I'd... I'd be devastated if I fucked up your residency like that. I wouldn't be able to cope, and I don't think you would either. I know people say love is the ultimate thing, and you'd do anything for a relationship, but come on... When we give our lives for our careers, when we work this hard to become doctors - we can't be happy with a relationship that's destroyed our dreams." She shrugged a little before she shook her head. "I really don't want to risk losing you because of something like that. I'd like to think we can keep our careers and each other. Maybe I'm just being stupid."

Chris rested his elbow on the railing and then his head on his hand, blue eyes trailing over her face. "This is where Proctor rocks on life compared to me. I don't have any witty metaphors to offer about luck and fate. I live in the moment. Not really taking each day, which is a bit hard when you operate on a roster," he said with a smirk and then shrugged. "But I don't make a lot of plans. I learnt the hard way that nothing ever goes according to plan. I know enough to know how I don't want to live myself, and that's as a useless bum wasting my life away at the bottom of a bottle. Nothing but a lot of hard and stressful work gets you in a position like we're in, and you know what? It's not for everyone, sure. But you're right. I'm not just going to chuck that away for a relationship, and I don't mean that sound as harsh as it does. It just means that... I'd rather be with someone who takes me, and my life, as it comes. Just like I take life. Simple as that."

"There's no danger of me not taking you as you are, not accepting you. I want the whole package. I do. And I need the same. I need someone to understand that I'm a resident and I'm working in one of the top trauma hospitals. I've busted my ass to get here. I'm still busting my ass. I've done some... amazing things, and I've grown a lot. I want to keep growing, and keep learning and keep doing what I'm doing. I just want someone to share it all with, you know. To celebrate the highs with, and to commiserate the lows with. Just bum around and hang out, and be..." Serena leaned against the railing next to Chris and looked out at the ocean. She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes as she inhaled the sea air. "I love your place."

Chris nodded and watched the beach. "Me too. Keeps me grounded. You're doing a good job, you know that, right? Whole first year of my residency, I spent thinking I was screwing up, getting things wrong, not making any damn difference. It was hard to learn that I really was, and get the confidence to start sticking my fingers in more body cavities." He dipped his head forward and scratched his fingers through the back of his hair with a small, growling sound. "I'm worried about Dave. He's told me something important, and I have no goddamn clue what it is. Meanwhile, he's got my back with this. I owe him one. At least he friggin called Aimee. It was touch and go whether he would."

"I could just stay here. No wonder I wind up volunteering to be here so often. I'm starting to. I'm not saying that because I think I'm hot shit, but I think I'm doing a lot better than I thought I would. I feel a part of the team. I feel like I'm contributing. I'm just lucky to be here, and I'm taking the chance with both hands." Serena shifted to slide her arm over him, and rest her head against his shoulder as she brushed her fingers against his back soothingly. "That's the problem with drunken confessions when they go both ways. Sometimes you really don't remember what the other person said. Sometimes it just disappears into the black hole of alcohol. It's not your fault, baby. He'll understand. He does understand. He knows it sucks, but at least he's going to tell you again. He's not just going to try and act like it didn't happen, or it's not his problem if you don't remember. He's not trying to take a get out of jail free card. He's going to go through the huge thing of telling you again."

Chris wrapped his hands around the railing, making a frustrated noise. He didn't like being kept in the dark at the best of times, didn't like other people knowing things he didn't, but this was a whole other level. "What the hell is it? I'm going to start thinking all these bad things, and then if he doesn't bring it up again, wonder why the hell not." He looked back at her, the tip of his tongue hanging out the corner of his mouth in contemplation. "What would you think it was if you were in my shoes and Aimee was in Dave's? I mean, I don't think he's married or anything. He's not the sort to be asking chicks on dates if he was. But it's been a good few years since we last saw each other. It literally could be anything."

Serena kissed a trail over his shoulders before she moved behind him and started to give him a neck rub, her fingers working his muscles. "Honestly? If it's to do with her decision to reign in the drinking I'd really start to wonder if it was maybe medical. If maybe there's some condition that's stopping him."

Like a typical doctor, Chris' mind immediately kicked into overdrive with that comment, trying to randomly diagnose something that might not even be something needing a diagnosis. Then he wet his lips and shook his head. "No... a medical condition isn't the only thing that makes you wary of booze..." he murmured. He cleared his throat. "It is a possibility, though. He hasn't said a whole lot to me. I haven't seen any signs that's he sick. He did drink last night, just not as much as I did. He took his coffee black, too, but I don't know if that's relevant. And he was eating sprouts." He scrunched his nose up and gave a small shudder. "Voluntarily."

Serena frowned a little as she considered all the evidence. "And he didn't want plastic ladies... He wants to settle down... ish. He seems to want a girl that will understand about something regarding him and just take him as he is... I think. My hungover head is being crap with details. Something's happened to change his outlook on life. I'm sure of it. Just like Proctor and his heart attack."

"That doesn't really make me feel better," Chris replied wryly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Proctor's heart stopped, he had his chest cracked and dead for, like, eighty eight seconds or some shit. Wouldn't Dave have told me sooner if it was something like that? Not like I've seen him strip off for any evidence of medical intervention. I just... wouldn't he have told me before now? But if it's not medical, the other options just seem too fucked up to think about. He doesn't look like a drunk, or a drug addict. No track lines on his arms, for starters, and he still looks healthy. If he was in trouble with the law, he wouldn't still have his medical licence. Unless he witnessed something bad, something that made him want out of LA. He says it's the fake boobs, but it's always been in a joking sort of way."

Serena stopped giving him a massage and wrapped her arms around his middle as she rested lightly against his back. She kissed his neck and let her forehead fall against it. "I don't know. I really don't. It was doing my head in trying to connect the dots when he was not telling me, but he was still letting slip the things it wasn't. He did say it might lead to your second ever best friend fight."

Chris looked at her, slightly horrified at the prospect. He still remembered the first one like it was yesterday, and he really did not want to repeat it in any way. "It's bad," he stated bluntly. "Whatever it is, it's bad. Maybe that's why I wrote myself off? Because seriously, I'm not usually this bad. I have been very occasionally in my life, and of course I get drunk, but this was just like frying my liver and I'm pretty fond of my liver. I don't want anyone else's liver inside me, with all due respect to transplant patients."

Serena caressed his torso where his liver would be, and kissed him softly on the lips. "I'm pretty fond of your liver, too. I'm fond of all your organs. I wish I could say definitely either way about why you did write yourself off. If it's as bad as he says, then maybe that is why. It was probably easier to drink it away than have the fight. I think you should just ask him."

Chris' head gave another throb, and he figured now it wasn't entirely factored to the bump. "I'm scared what his answer's gonna be," he admitted to her, in a very foreign moment of vulnerability.

Serena nudged him so that he was facing her again and she could give him a hug. "You can call me if you need me. I won't hang around and get in the way of your boys session. I just wanted to sneak a hit."

Chris raised his eyebrows. "Something I said? Did I fart accidentally? What's the rush to get away?" he asked. "He knows about us, and even then, he's out like a light. Unless by 'boys session' you're giving me free reign to go jerk off in the bedroom with the latest copy of Xcitement. I really don't think whatever he is going to tell me is going to come when we're both hungover and I've had a bang to the head. He's gotta tell me in his own time, whatever it is."

Serena shook her head. "No, of course not. I just wasn't sure if you wanted to try and talk to him now. But okay, he really is out like a light so I guess there isn't any rush. Sure you don't mind me crashing in? Or would you prefer the jerk off session?" She touched her fingers gently against his bruised face and let out a soft sigh. "Bruises should not be hot."

Chris snorted with a laugh. "Hot? It hurts like hell, and I have no awesome tale of intrigue to go with it, either. No fighting off some big dude in a quest for someone's honour. I was so drunk I tripped in a gutter and got intimate with a ficus... or something like that. Lucky I wasn't singing bad Eighties power ballads at the time, I guess. My head is thumping, so that would be a no on the jerk off session, even if orgasms are supposedly good for headaches. My sinuses aren't blocked, they're ficusly-abused. He was up all night and all morning after a twelve hour shift, he'll probably crash my sofa for the rest of the day, but at least he got to the phone call first. I was going to go back to bed. It's up to you if you want to stay or not. I didn't know if you were trying to escape for a reason."

"You need some ice on it. Maybe you should let me play nurse again for a little bit, hm?" She bit her lip as she listened to his exploits, trying not to either laugh or look disgusted. "I'm not sure if I should actually be jealous of a plant, or not. I mean, if a ficus is what you really want... I'm not trying to escape, I just wasn't sure if I was crashing the after boys night thing. I'll come and crawl into bed with you. I'm not exactly in the mood to do anything today. Who knows, you might get lucky and catch me at an ass scratch or two."

"Oh yeah, baby... greenery just does it for me... mmm..." Chris murmured, closing his eyes and rubbing his hands suggestively over his body, thrusting his hips slightly for emphasis. He laughed and then threw her a smirk. "There's nothing to crash. Once the morning after sets in, it's all down hill from there. He was gonna go home, but I told him to stay. Two ass scratches, huh? Sure you don't have a problem there?" he asked her teasingly. "They have cream for that sort of thing, you know."

Serena turned around and rubbed her ass up against Chris as she purred like a cat before she started to laugh. "Yeah, I have a problem. Only I don't think he's going anywhere just yet. I'll remember about the morning after, but hey, at least Dave was productive before he passed out. A walk on the beach is romantic stuff."

Chris made no attempt to stifle a loud, wide yawn that lingered and felt like it was going to turn his face inside out. He scratched his balls lethargically, but then took it a step further and stuck his hand down into the tight pink boxers to give them an even better scratch. When the yawn petered off, he looked at her hazily and smirked. "Bastard. He's gonna put the rest of us dudes to shame. Romantic beach walk. He so wants to get laid," he decided.

"Good thing all you had to do was survive a couple of puke tests to get laid then, isn't it? No walks on the beach, no making you buy me dinner..." Serena had watched him with a strange sort of fondness as he scratched and yawned, her conversation with Aimee flooding back to her. She slipped her arms around his waist again, her own hand slipping into his briefs to scratch his ass just for good measure. She kissed his cheek and nuzzled against him. "She wants him to lay her, so I really don't think he's got much to worry about. He just needs to treat her right or I'll have his balls."

"Hey, don't knock the puke test. Me and the Porcelain Goddess have a whole new understanding after this morning. Not sure Dave would agree with that, though." Chris leaned in against her and rested his head gently down on her shoulder. He could happily fall asleep right there, it just probably wouldn't be all that attractive to drool on her shoulder and snore in her ear. "She won't know what hit her. She'll be so romanced, she'll be begging him to stop. But in all seriousness, he's been with too many bitches who didn't know how to appreciate a traditional guy. He might be a deviant at heart, but he's got all the right tools."

Serena used her other hand to brush her fingers over his back. She wouldn't have minded if he had fallen asleep there. Chris always felt nice to hug, like she was made to fit against him. "At least if I get you a toilet seat for an anniversary you won't miss the in-joke. Aimee could use the romance, and she could use a guy who knows how to treat a lady. She's no bitch. I think they'll be good for each other."

Chris started to move back inside, dragging her along with him. It only managed to make him nearly trip on the small step back into the apartment, though, just managing to catch himself before he went ass over. It was like he was destined to smash his face in or break a bone that week. He put his finger to his lips, indicating she should stayed hushed while they passed the sofa. Dave was still asleep, curled into the back of the sofa. He wasn't a snorer, either. That should make Aimee happy. He was a blanket hog, though. Chris remembered that from their camping trips or times they shared sleeping areas on skiing trips and the like. They got to his bedroom and he closed the door behind them. "You'd have a lot of explaining to the team, though. You really think Proctor and Eva would let it drop if you gave me a crapper seat for my birthday? Especially when he's the gastro extraordinnaire," he added with a snigger. "I thought all girls could use romance?"

She moved in close towards Chris again, pushing him back gently towards the bed as she shimmied out of her sweatpants and toed off her slippers. Even the tank top was tossed aside even if she wasn't wearing a bra. They could both go shirtless. There weren't rules saying Women had to keep their tops on while wearing only panties. "Who says it would be a public gift? We're all about ninja things. Or I could just attach it to your lock anonymously like a certain blue box... Romance comes in a lot of different packages. Sometimes it's just about being there when someone needs you."

Chris flopped onto the bed, sighing through a moan of relief when his head nestled into the pile of soft pillows against. He fucking loved his bed. It was one of his favourite places in the whole world to be. It always seemed to feel so wonderful when he wasn't feeling great. "What would be the point of an inside joke if it was a secret gift?" he reasoned and then went on to watch her strip off. "What blue box?"

"Tiffany?" Serena asked him as she raised her eyebrows a little. "The bracelet. For my birthday..."

Chris looked at her blankly. "Who's sending you Tiffany?"

Serena crawled onto the bed and leaned over him as she searched his eyes. "Are you messing with me?"

"Why would I mess with you?" Chris asked, his tone completely innocent. "You didn't tell me your birthday, why would I bother with a gift? Tiffany's sounds serious."

She was still resting over him, but now she pulled back to sit up on the bed as she frowned in confusion. "It is serious. It was... I thought it was a belated birthday gift. I thought it was from you. I loved it. I went out and bought new shoes, and a new dress for it. I have it sitting next to my bed sparkling at me."

"That could really put a dampener of sex with me then, couldn't it?" Chris continued, his tone calm. "Or is it something for me to live up to?"

Serena shook her head. "What? No. Why? It's just confused me, that's all. I made an assumption, and I fucked up. I really did think it was you." She tucked her hair behind her ears and looked at him. "I never expected Tiffany's. Never. It's not something you have to live up to at all."

Chris wrapped his arms around her, rolling them over slowly so he was on top of her, looking down at her. He didn't say anything for a few moments, his eyes just searching over her face. But he soon smirked, it flickering at the corners of his lips. "Feel bad enough about not telling me about your birthday yet?" he asked.

Serena stared up at him, not sure what to say at first. She was speechless. She'd felt a lump growing in her throat in response to the confusion, and uncertainty of whether he was messing with her or not, and now all she could do was continue to stare as she gave a slow nod. "Yes," she finally croaked out.

"Good. Don't friggin do it again," Chris told her, smiling down at her. He stayed there for a few moments and then shifted off her. "Now give me two seconds, I really have to brush my teeth. Not so fond of feeling like I've been licking a monkey's armpit."

[ship] chris/serena, [co-written] geniuscowboy, [rp] geniuscowboy, [with] chris deleo, [season] one

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