Prompt 119, Addiction, "Might As Well Face It"
Title: Might As Well Face It
Author: likeadeuce
Series: Any
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Team Mustang
Summary: Mustang's staff debates the existence, and relevance, of a particular type of addiction.
Warnings: Silliness, medical information of dubious validity obtained from Wikipedia.
Notes: Robert Palmer & Anthony Weiner also deserve some credit for this.
Roy looked at the pamphlet Havoc had dropped on his desk. "Either this is the weirdest come-on ever or -"
Fuery leaned over to read, and his eyes widened. "You can get addicted to that?"
"You can't," said Roy.
"Can." Havoc tapped the paper. "Medical science."
"Havoc's just pissy," Roy explained, "because he didn't submit a leave request on time and then I wouldn't switch coverage with him because I had a date."
"Nobody has that many dates," Havoc said darkly.
Fuery flipped through the pamphlet, murmuring, "Emotional triggers - dissociation - altered states - This sounds scientific."
"It's not a real thing," Roy insisted. "It's a bullshit excuse invented by hypocritical politicians when they get caught -"
"Hey!" said Fuery. "This says you can go into a trance due to sexual preoccupation!"
Breda walked through the door in time to say, "That would explain all the Colonel's naps."
"Sex trances," agreed Havoc.
Roy slapped the table and said, "I am not a sex addict!" . . .
Just in time for Riza to walk in. They all froze until, after a long beat, she said, "The Colonel doesn't have a problem. He can quit any time he wants."
"You're supposed to be on my side!" Roy protested.
"I'm sorry," Riza said, and, in the same businesslike tone, "He has a problem, and he can't help himself. But if you think about what else he could be doing with his spare time -" She picked up the pamphlet and frowned at Roy. "Trances?"
Note: I am not taking a position on the existence of sex addiction! It just isn't an explanation that would be likely to impress Roy.
Author: likeadeuce
Series: Any
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Team Mustang
Summary: Mustang's staff debates the existence, and relevance, of a particular type of addiction.
Warnings: Silliness, medical information of dubious validity obtained from Wikipedia.
Notes: Robert Palmer & Anthony Weiner also deserve some credit for this.
Roy looked at the pamphlet Havoc had dropped on his desk. "Either this is the weirdest come-on ever or -"
Fuery leaned over to read, and his eyes widened. "You can get addicted to that?"
"You can't," said Roy.
"Can." Havoc tapped the paper. "Medical science."
"Havoc's just pissy," Roy explained, "because he didn't submit a leave request on time and then I wouldn't switch coverage with him because I had a date."
"Nobody has that many dates," Havoc said darkly.
Fuery flipped through the pamphlet, murmuring, "Emotional triggers - dissociation - altered states - This sounds scientific."
"It's not a real thing," Roy insisted. "It's a bullshit excuse invented by hypocritical politicians when they get caught -"
"Hey!" said Fuery. "This says you can go into a trance due to sexual preoccupation!"
Breda walked through the door in time to say, "That would explain all the Colonel's naps."
"Sex trances," agreed Havoc.
Roy slapped the table and said, "I am not a sex addict!" . . .
Just in time for Riza to walk in. They all froze until, after a long beat, she said, "The Colonel doesn't have a problem. He can quit any time he wants."
"You're supposed to be on my side!" Roy protested.
"I'm sorry," Riza said, and, in the same businesslike tone, "He has a problem, and he can't help himself. But if you think about what else he could be doing with his spare time -" She picked up the pamphlet and frowned at Roy. "Trances?"
Note: I am not taking a position on the existence of sex addiction! It just isn't an explanation that would be likely to impress Roy.