Nightshift 47: Doctor's Office 2 [Dr. Stein]
[From here. He's going to leave again in a bit, so don't be afraid to post and time warp like he's not there. :) ]
Luckily for him, he was correct about no one being inside. Checking behind the door and around the desk proved that much. That was one stone off the load on his mind. Now he had nothing to do but sit tight and hope that Luxord (and only Luxord) showed.
He coughed. The bridge of his nose creased in disgust, and he coughed again. God, how many smokes did this guy go through a day? They could drown the room in Febreeze and it still wouldn't cover the smell.
...Oh right. Badou.
Hastily, Peter rounded the desk and yanked open the first drawer. The flashlight turned to dip the contents in light - yahtzee. A pack of cigarettes. Peter scooped it up and flipped it open, pleased to see that while it wasn't full, there was enough left to make it worth offering to Badou. He couldn't for the life of him place the brand name, but he supposed he was hardly an expert on these things. The smell alone was enough to ward him off any interest he had in smoking.
The carton was dropped safe and sound into the pillow case and Peter punted the drawer shut, making his way back around to the front. If Luxord came and wanted to start something, it would be easier to hit him without clambering over a desk first.
He leaned against the edge and waited, stifling that telltale shiver that wanted to wreak havoc on his spine. He could handle this. He would. Luxord was just as human as he was.
Luckily for him, he was correct about no one being inside. Checking behind the door and around the desk proved that much. That was one stone off the load on his mind. Now he had nothing to do but sit tight and hope that Luxord (and only Luxord) showed.
He coughed. The bridge of his nose creased in disgust, and he coughed again. God, how many smokes did this guy go through a day? They could drown the room in Febreeze and it still wouldn't cover the smell.
...Oh right. Badou.
Hastily, Peter rounded the desk and yanked open the first drawer. The flashlight turned to dip the contents in light - yahtzee. A pack of cigarettes. Peter scooped it up and flipped it open, pleased to see that while it wasn't full, there was enough left to make it worth offering to Badou. He couldn't for the life of him place the brand name, but he supposed he was hardly an expert on these things. The smell alone was enough to ward him off any interest he had in smoking.
The carton was dropped safe and sound into the pillow case and Peter punted the drawer shut, making his way back around to the front. If Luxord came and wanted to start something, it would be easier to hit him without clambering over a desk first.
He leaned against the edge and waited, stifling that telltale shiver that wanted to wreak havoc on his spine. He could handle this. He would. Luxord was just as human as he was.