Ht100 Challenge #158: Fears and Phobias -- Late Night Conversation
Title: Late Night Conversation
Prompt: 158 - Fears and Phobias
Timeframe: Season Four
Word Count: 283 (yeah, just a tad over. Oops.)
Late Night Conversation
By Severina
“Spiders.”
“No.”
“Mice.”
“Fuck no. I’ll tellin’ ya, Beech, I don’t get freaked out over creepy-crawlies.”
“The rats are taking over Unit B,” Toby observed. “So says O’Reily.”
Chris arched a brow. “Schillinger up to somethin’?”
Toby blinked. “No. Literally rats. Four-legged vermin.”
“Huh.”
“I hate rats. And roaches. Fuck. First time one crawled on me in County, I screamed like a girl.”
“Attractive.”
Toby shivered.
“Tell ya what. If we get an infestation, I’ll kill ‘em for ya.”
“That’ll do wonders for my reputation,” Toby said blandly.
Chris shrugged. “Okay. I’ll let ‘em crawl on ya then. You know, sometimes they go right inside the ear canal.”
“Chris!”
“Happened to a guy I knew once.”
“Bullshit.”
“Okay.”
Toby drew the blanket around himself a little tighter. “Fucking roaches.”
“Jeez, Tobe. The second stint I did in Lardner? I shared my bunk with a roach bigger than you.”
Toby sniffed. “Bet he couldn’t suck cock as good as I can.”
Chris grimaced. “Sick,” he said. “And by the way, nobody sucks cocks better than you.”
“I know.”
“Yeah, don’t get smug.”
“If you were to kill roaches for me and I were to reward you with one of those stellar blowjobs,” Toby mused, “we’d be perpetuating the prison stereotype.”
“Oh yeah?”
Toby rolled over onto his back. “We’ll work something out.”
“’Night, Tobe.”
“Good night, Chris.”
The pod was silent for the space of minutes. The beam of a flashlight swept over the pod, lingering briefly on the bunks before moving on.
“Good night. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bedbugs bite,” Chris said softly.
“You fucker.”
Chris snickered for at least five minutes. Toby was up scratching for a lot longer than that.
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Prompt: 158 - Fears and Phobias
Timeframe: Season Four
Word Count: 283 (yeah, just a tad over. Oops.)
Late Night Conversation
By Severina
“Spiders.”
“No.”
“Mice.”
“Fuck no. I’ll tellin’ ya, Beech, I don’t get freaked out over creepy-crawlies.”
“The rats are taking over Unit B,” Toby observed. “So says O’Reily.”
Chris arched a brow. “Schillinger up to somethin’?”
Toby blinked. “No. Literally rats. Four-legged vermin.”
“Huh.”
“I hate rats. And roaches. Fuck. First time one crawled on me in County, I screamed like a girl.”
“Attractive.”
Toby shivered.
“Tell ya what. If we get an infestation, I’ll kill ‘em for ya.”
“That’ll do wonders for my reputation,” Toby said blandly.
Chris shrugged. “Okay. I’ll let ‘em crawl on ya then. You know, sometimes they go right inside the ear canal.”
“Chris!”
“Happened to a guy I knew once.”
“Bullshit.”
“Okay.”
Toby drew the blanket around himself a little tighter. “Fucking roaches.”
“Jeez, Tobe. The second stint I did in Lardner? I shared my bunk with a roach bigger than you.”
Toby sniffed. “Bet he couldn’t suck cock as good as I can.”
Chris grimaced. “Sick,” he said. “And by the way, nobody sucks cocks better than you.”
“I know.”
“Yeah, don’t get smug.”
“If you were to kill roaches for me and I were to reward you with one of those stellar blowjobs,” Toby mused, “we’d be perpetuating the prison stereotype.”
“Oh yeah?”
Toby rolled over onto his back. “We’ll work something out.”
“’Night, Tobe.”
“Good night, Chris.”
The pod was silent for the space of minutes. The beam of a flashlight swept over the pod, lingering briefly on the bunks before moving on.
“Good night. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bedbugs bite,” Chris said softly.
“You fucker.”
Chris snickered for at least five minutes. Toby was up scratching for a lot longer than that.
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