RP LOG with imgrounded, timemaychange & randybyname

[musicalmedic]

[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]

It was Saturday night, and typically busy at The London bar. Nathan was working, but he was really tired that night and had found himself wondering how the hell he was going to get through the evening when he felt his eyes start to droop when he was setting up song selections and sets before the crowds started to arrive. Luke had spotted him, and after pulling the piss in his typical Aussie way, gave Nathan a Red Bull and told him to take it easy that night. Nathan really appreciated it, and it meant he mostly just had to make sure music was kept on a rotation and he could keep the talking to a minimum. Some nights just ran themselves in a bar like this, and it really had worked out like that.


He was now sitting in the closest booth to his DJ tables so he could go back and forth with ease. Mel was beside him and on the other side of the table, Randy sat with Peter. Both guys kept hush on the fact they had spoken online initially, knowing the girls might get suspicious as to what they spoke about. Nathan would confess to Mel later, it wasn't like he needed to keep secrets from her. He was nursing a bottle of beer, but he had only had a few mouthfuls out of it. He was sure if he let himself onto too much booze, he would end up passing out face down at the table, and that really wasn't the impression he wanted to make on his company or his boss. He stifled another small yawn as he watched a couple pass by their table hand-in-hand, and turned the bottle cap over between his fingers. In an atmosphere like this, his mind kept telling him he should do something with his hands. He wasn't used to 'taking it easy' when he was supposed to be behind the microphone. It hadn't been long since Mel had arrived with Peter and Randy, so they were still in the slightly awkward phase, and Nathan didn't mean to impact on that. He just really could have shy streaks when he wanted to and covered it by drumming softly on the edge of the table to the beat of the song playing.

Mel was almost bouncing in her seat from nerves, and she tried to cross her legs under the table to stop from fidgeting, but that didn't work. She found herself grinning at her sister, and then trying to nod her head at Nathan's forearm, so Randy could try and catch a glimpse of the Gemini tattoo. Holding onto her own beer was also not really stopping Mel from fidgeting, and she found her hand slipping from the table to Nathan's thigh. It was so tempting to molest him again, even if this time he'd be awake. Mel hadn't even told him what she'd done, and wondered if he even had a clue, or really did just think it had been a great dream. She'd managed to clean him up without waking him, curling up against his side again after her talk with Randy. Their mission to talk to their brother tomorrow re-entered her mind, and she frowned a little, still trying to work out what could be wrong with Matt.

Peter slipped his arm around Randy's shoulders, and turned his head to brush a kiss against her temple. Most times he wasn't into public displays of affection, but with the blonde twin he couldn't help himself. Since that day in the hospital she'd come to pick him up, Peter hadn't really been able to keep his hands off her. He had found a myriad of ways to get away with it without it ever becoming anything sexual, not until she gave the go ahead. He smiled at her before looking at Nathan, watching the other man. He knew why the guy was tired, but he wasn't going to say anything. He really didn't need Randy elbowing him in the ribs or worse for talking about her with someone else. "You don't ever do this after a whole shift, do you?" Peter found himself asking. It was hardly a secret anymore that Nathan was both a doctor and a DJ. Work had to be a safe topic, right?

Nathan turned his attentions back to the group with a smile and nodded with a small shrug as he took a sip of his beer. "Yeah, I do on Friday nights. I don't usually work Saturday, so spend a good portion of the day unconscious, then back here Saturday nights. Which are easier in general, because the band plays, I just fill their set breaks. They should have been here tonight, but they're taking a break. Sunday's all mine, then back to work on Monday. It's probably not everyone's idea of a dream schedule, but I don't really see this as work. More like a hobby," he explained and shot Mel a smile, covering her hand with his and linking their fingers together. She hadn't mentioned the flowers, so he had a feeling she hadn't gotten them. Knowing his luck, there had been some sort of mix-up, but he would try and think about it tomorrow. He didn't want to worry right now.

Randy had opted against beer. It wasn't really her drink of choice, instead going for a Martini. She was sipping it when she caught herself crowd watching and analysing, which was something she often did by default, trying to pick out what people were like. It was the psychologist in her. She had been hoping she could corner Lachlan Campbell briefly tonight to ask if he minded meeting with her for one of her assignments, but then Nathan had revealed the band was out for the night so there were no kilts in sight. She was going to have to try and set the meeting up with him some other way. "You're mental," she teased Mel's lover with a laugh. "How can you not want more sleep then you already get? I love my bed. I'd probably commit grievous bodily harm if anyone tried to drag me out of it prematurely." She shot Peter a smirk. He had learnt that lesson the hard way one morning, but she did end up making it up to him by blowing him in the shower once she was conscious again.

Peter chuckled, and gave Randy a soft squeeze. "She's right, she really would. I still have a faint hint of a bruise. I'm lucky I can still use my hand. I got used to not needing much sleep at one stage. I could run on adrenaline, and I was... a quick healer." He wet his lips before swallowing. There was a part of his past he had yet to go over with Randy, and he wondered if he ever would. It was just easier to be normal, average Peter again. Just worry about nursing, and his love life. "I also used to have a lot of dreams... Never could just settle and relax. Things change, though."

Mel didn't argue when Nathan took her hand, and looked down at their joined fingers. She bumped him gently with her shoulder. "No wonder you wanted to sleep most of today away. And there you were talking about DVDs, and hanging out. Not that I'm complaining! Plus you must have stayed awake long enough to send me those flowers. For which I just wanted to say thank you so much. I meant to before, but I got distracted when I first saw you." Mel hadn't been able wrapping her arms around him and stealing a passionate kiss from him. If she was going to stake her claim, she would do it in front of a crowd. "But hey, also not complaining about your hobby. It's a pretty damn cool one to have. As long as you remember to still work some Bowie into your sets occasionally."

Randy watched her sister kissing Nathan for a few moments and then turned to Peter, gesturing with her glass. "I'm the evil twin, you know. You have to give me flowers now or I'll get jealous," she joked and then laughed, giving him a soft nudge before settling comfortably against him in his arms. It was nice to just relax and chill out, especially seeing Mel wasn't behind the guy eight ball for once. Randy really could enjoy herself without feeling guilty Mel was being left out. It was just a natural gene in her to do so. She would never intentionally set Mel up, because they agreed years ago to never do that so it didn't create problems between them, but Mel had done this all on her own. She not only bagged a guy, she bagged a doctor who sent flowers and was blond and gorgeous with a killer smile. She had been hoping Mel would manage to find a guy as awesome as Peter was, and she had. She caught sight of the tattoo on Nathan's arm finally when he reached for his beer. Her heart clenched just a little when she looked at the other guy wrapped in Mel's arms. She couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like to have Mel die and she teared up before she could stop it, hiding it by putting her glass to her lips and blinking when she looked at the dancing crowd again.

Nathan laughed. He was enjoying the attentions Mel was offering him, trying to keep up with her as much as he could. He had absolutely no complaints in that department, and he realised he was actually starting to get hard in response, and thanked any higher being for the large tables. "I didn't work here Friday night. Luke had a private function, some bachelor party or something. I asked for the night off for the date that didn't happen," he laughed. "Yet still ended up passing out cold. Funny that," he added with a cheeky smirk.

Peter pressed his lips against Randy's ear so that only she could hair him as he gave the other couple some privacy. "I'll get a bunch of flowers tattooed on my ass, and you can see them whenever you want. Those kind of flowers don't wilt, either." He smiled against her hair as he breathed in her scent, and just leaned back in the booth as his thumb rubbed against her shoulder. He still had yet to do any nudging as far as making things official went, but this was a good start. He glanced back at Nathan and Mel, and his smile turned a little sad. It was strange being across from another Nathan, the name doing nothing but making him think about his older brother. "Oh, right... the date. How exactly did that go?" Peter mustered a smirk, and his eye glinted with amusement as he looked at Nathan. If their online chat was going to stay a secret, it meant he could get away with asking for details even when he knew about the sex hangover. "I'm guessing if we're all here together, there was at least enough for more dates."

Mel blushed scarlet before ducking her head against Nathan's shoulder, and bit back a giggle. "Guess maybe I worked you too hard, huh?" She looked Randy, and Peter and smiled. "It went really, really well. I think the date officially ended in time for me to go home and change and come out for this one." Her fingers brushed along his arm, pausing at the tattoo. She glanced at Randy again, trying to read her sister's expression. "I think there's plenty of dates left in us. Don't you?" she asked, turning to look at Nathan. She could feel the washing machine stoke up in her mind again, and tried to stop it.

"Yeah, for sure," Nathan agreed, laughing. "Once I recover from the last one. I still feel like I could sleep for a week. I love my bed too when I can indulge enough to stay in it long enough. But alas, work calls and I have to drag myself out of it to go deal with kids with chicken pox and gastro." He hadn't actually revealed in any way that the time Mel left to go get changed, he had to jerk off in the shower just so he wasn't walking around in a perpetual state of of hardness. Besides not being able to get the thoughts of sex with her out of his mind, there was hints of awesome sex dreams he must have had when he was asleep. It was probably why he felt so tired, his mind had switched off since she had asked him out on the date. He knew his next set was coming to an end and he had to check his listings. He was glad he had opted for dark jeans, because telling his dick to go flacid again wasn't going to work. He gave Mel a kiss and pushed out of the booth. "I'll be right back. Promise."

Randy watched Nathan moved away, and realised the dark jeans weren't enough to hide what the doctor was packing. Her eyebrows shot up and she threw Mel a devious smile in realisation. "Well, part two, certainly seems like you hooked a, uh, big winner there," she offered, her eyes shining mishievously. She turned to Peter and pointed between him and over to where Nathan was now standing. "Why do I get the feeling you two know each other? I thought there would be more awkward. Are you okay, babe? The whole brother name thing?"

Mel wriggled in her seat as she watched Nathan leave, her eyes on his ass, and the dark jeans. She fanned herself as she met Randy's gaze and laughed. "I really did, didn't I? Do you like him? Not that we've talked much yet, but I really hope you like him, part one." Her gaze soon slipped back to the DJ booth, and she bit her lip as she indulged in the thousandth replay of the night before.

Peter looked down at Randy and tried to smile innocently, but failed. He held a hand up in surrender. "Okay, so there might have been some talking online. Not much. Apparently we also came up with the idea of tonight, only you two got to us first. He was, ah... talking about a sex hangover. I didn't realise it was him until he clicked that I was your... 'not boyfriend' as Mel apparently referred to me."

Randy felt like she was suddenly thrust into some sort of spotlight, only she held onto her composure to appear calm on the outside. She looked between them both, sipping her drink, and then her eyes shifted to Nathan in the DJ booth. She was wondering what Mel had told the guy, and what the guy passed onto Peter. She wasn't even sure what a 'not boyfriend' was, let alone what a sex hangover was. She looked at her sister, eyebrow raised. "Sex hangover?" she asked in amusement. But then Nathan was coming back, and if there was going to be a whirl of behind the scenes talking, he wasn't going to get let off the hook either. May as well shove them all into the spotlight, no way was she going to flounder there herself. "What's a sex hangover, Dr Mitchell?" she asked him innocently.

Nathan nearly tripped over his own feet as he got back to the booth and glanced warily at Peter. Wow, they were fast operators. "Still trying to work that one out," he admitted as he slid back into the booth. "Probably something that comes when you're officially dating someone," he added pointedly, glancing at Peter.

Mel's eyes had gone wide as she stared at them all, and tried to work out what the hell had happened. "I..." She could feel all her words catch in her throat, and then she looked at Nathan, staring at him. "Are we officially dating? Did I really give you a sex hangover? I didn't mean to! You were asleep!" Mel bit her lip and held onto her drink tightly.

Peter's eyebrows rose as he didn't miss the pointed comment from Nathan. He did have to give it to the doctor, the man was right. "I figured it was just when you'd had a lot of really awesome sex. And figured it also had to come down to who you were dating. You Murray girls... You're hard for a guy to keep up with once you've drained them. Plus we can't ever get enough. It's an instant addiction." He glanced at Randy, and ran his tongue over his lips. "No way would we want to give you up."

Nathan wondered why he just got pulled into the washing machine when his brain was already tired. Probably still a sex hangover. Why couldn't he just have more sex? Which really was the sex hangover talking. He drank more of his beer, hoping he didn't wake up with a real hangover the next day. It took him a few moments to process the sleep comment and he looked at her, giving her a double take with a laugh. "You didn't mean to what when I was asleep?" he asked her in confusion. "If I did anything embarrassing in my sleep, I apologise now!"

Randy wasn't tired, but even her brain felt like it was functioning on half fuel and she hadn't even had that much to drink. She looked at Peter, clearing her throat. "I thought we already sort of were," she admitted to him, only to realise they had never actually had that conversation and she had become one of those stupid bitches who never actually confirmed or denied anything with the bloke she was sleeping with. Like wanting the cake and eating it too. She smacked herself lightly in the head when the penny dropped. "Things have just been... you know... busy and shit. Fuck."

Mel glanced at Peter, and Randy, but realised they were just as caught up in their own washing machine. She leaned in close to Nathan so that only he could hear, her fingers threading through his as she held his hand to keep contact. "You didn't do anything embarrassing. You were so sexy when you were asleep. And hard. And I... just... helped you out," she murmured, trying to get him to understand with a look and an arch of her eyebrow. "I liked it, though. It was fun. I hope you don't mind. And I'd really like for us to be dating, because I'm already crazy about you. I can't stop thinking about you, especially being with you."

Peter was focused on Randy and used his fingers to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. "So did I, but you never said... Then again, I never asked. So I didn't exactly know where I stood, even if I did meet the brother, and the sister, and have Christmas with you. I like you a lot, Randy. And I'd like to be able to introduce you as my girlfriend, even if things have been... I know... busy and shit." He kissed her forehead, then kissed her lips. "If that's okay with you."

Randy bit down on her lip, a tiny frown appearing on her forehead. "I have a confession to make," she told him, clearing her throat. "I think I told myself that if we didn't talk about it, we would just be okay going along how we did. And it wasn't that I think you were like other guys, because I don't, but I got nervous if I got into a relationship it would take my focus away from my college and I'd start dropping in grades after working really hard to get this far. It was just stupid, I know. But I've just worked really hard, and I know you aren't going to be the sort to demand my attention when I need to study or anything like that." She laughed a little and shook her head. "I'm studying to be a psychologist, but that never seems to stem to my own psychology. You just need to ask Mel, I can be a nutcase."

Nathan immediately flushed a bright red at Mel's admission, looking at her in awe. "You... you..." He waved his hand in the direction of his lower half with a laugh of disbelief. "How did I not wake up?" A girl had never done that to him before, at least not to his knowledge. He had probably never been with any who would really want to bother without reciprocation. "Even if I wasn't... returning the favour?"

Peter pulled Randy closer against him. "Hey, it's cool. You both had to share a gene somewhere," he teased. "I'm sorry you ever assumed I might have made your grades drop. I am find with how things are, I promise. It's just nice to maybe know I'm not just a stress relief. Not that I mind being used as one. You can just love me for my amazing penis, and good looks, but I care about you. And I want you to succeed in college, because I do understand just how hard you worked. And in all honesty, if you didn't have nutcase moments, you wouldn't be human."

Mel nodded at Nathan, still managing to hold his gaze. She hooked her foot around his under the table and smiled shyly. "Yeah, even without you returning the favour. I just... I like watching you." She managed not to let slip that her sister was right about that part, figuring it wasn't time to drop Randy in it again. "I was just slow and steady, and you just took it as part of your dream. I ninja molested you. Is that okay? Because I might do it again. You know... if I'm around when you're asleep. You moaned my name, by the way. It was hot."

Randy waved her hand. "No, no. No no no. I don't mean that. I was just trying to let you know what I was thinking, but that doesn't mean I don't want to. I just... this shit runs in the Murray family like you wouldn't believe. We get possessive of what we work for and kinda get worried something might take it away and jeopardise it. I'm not saying this is you, it's just in general. You..." She laughed, dipping her head a little. "You took me by surprise. I didn't expect you at all, and I really did think that day when you left hospital was some sort of agreement, then I just started to take it for granted, and I'm sorry, I really am. It's official. You braved Matty, that's pretty much the clincher right there," she reassured him.

Nathan put his hand up and pinched his lip, still laughing in embarrassment, feeling his cheeks burn. "Wow. I mean... wow. It's hot in here..." He pressed the back of his hand to his cheeks. He downed the last of his beer and waved for the waiter to get in another round.

Peter grinned. "I braved a drunk Matty, jury's still out on whether or not he'll actually kill me, but I'll brave him again," he told her. "And the surprise is mutual. I'm just as driven in my work, but it's nice to have something to look forward to when we get time together. You've made me remember there's more to life, and that's a huge thing. Just so you know." He caught her lips in a kiss, rubbing his thumb against her cheek.

Mel's eyebrows drew together as she watched Nathan, not sure if she was supposed to start cooling him down, or not. She glanced at Randy to try and get some psychic twin help, but Peter and her sister were caught up in a kiss, and Mel quickly glanced away. "Definitely hot." She tilted her head. "Are you okay, Nate?"

Randy kissed Peter back with a small flip in her gut. It was odd for her to think they had just agreed to be official. It wasn't like she hadn't had boyfriends in the past, but none ever really stuck. Instead she just had a lot of fun with guys she knew, knowing they were there if she wanted some company. She had a lot of male friends, and she was yet to know how Peter would take that yet. They had mostly been holed up in their own little universe while he healed and then she had end of year exams to contend with. Time would probably tell how that all panned out. Most of the guys already knew Matt from high school, so there was never an issue. It was like the big brother always knew Randy would never really settle for dating any of them. But now Peter was in the picture, and to add to Matt's stress, there was now Nathan. Randy fleetingly wondered if they needed to invest in some Valium for the darling big bro and sit him down for a long talk because she just knew from looking that Mel was smitten with Nathan and it seemed to be a reciprocated thing. At this rate, Mel would probably find herself up and aisle and knocked up before Randy even realised she was officially a girlfriend. And this reminded Randy that she had to pull Nathan aside when she had a chance to give him The Twin Threat.

Nathan nodded, swallowing as he wet his lips. He looked back to her, but this time his smile was shy and he pressed his lips together. "I'm sorry. I told you I got the, uh, shy thing." He pointed to his red face. "Proof. Either that, or I'm coming down with something," he joked. "I'll keep the jury out on that. I did get really wet in that rain, and I don't want you to think that you did anything wrong, because you really, really didn't. Not wrong at all. I don't think anyone has ever told me they liked watching me before."

Peter just couldn't stop smiling for a moment, and kissed the top of Randy's head again. It had been ages since he'd been this comfortable with someone, and have even discussed the official side of things. There had always just been this instant jump to love, and Peter was sure it was because he had just been so intense about the relationships, and he hadn't actually considered if they were any good. With Simone it had been infatuation, and then this automatic conclusion that he did love her because he was helping her out. Because he wanted to make her life better. He was wrong... Everything with Isaac should have rung warning bells, but it was too late. Then there was Caitlin, and Peter still wondered how the fuck he was supposed to explain that one. He'd fallen in love with her while he'd had no memories of himself. She was something to cling to in Ireland, how could he be sure it had ever been real love? With Randy he didn't have a ton of questions to answer, or a feeling at the back of his mind like something was off. He just had her, and she was pretty damn fantastic. He looked back at Nathan, and Mel, ready to rejoin the group now he and Randy had had their small interlude to sort things out. Only he caught Nathan's comment, and wondered if he'd picked the wrong moment to rejoin the conversation.

Mel grinned at seeing Nathan blush, and cupped his face with her hands as she kissed both his cheeks. It was nice to meet someone who had a shy streak. It didn't make her feel like such a freak. "Well, I do. And I'd do it again in a heartbeat." She turned her head to find Peter and Randy looking at them, and ducked her head as she smiled sheepishly, and her hands dropped away from Nathan's face. She was definitely starting to feel very taken with Nathan, her heart beating fast in her chest. She still hadn't forgotten the bulge in his dark jeans either, and all the talk about watching him was turning her on. "Hi," she said.

Nathan was sure the temperature sored even more once he realised they had an audience. He had no issues with PDA in any way, but he had a sneaky suspicion they actually heard what he had said about the whole watching thing. When the waiter came back with the next round of drinks, Nathan was relieved of the brief break in conversation and hastily handed over some cash to pay for the drinks. Luke told him not to, but he still did. His conscience wouldn't let him accept freebies when he technically wasn't even working much. He had half the fresh beer downed in one go to cool himself down and then he cleared his throat, able to meet their gaze again, his cheeks still holding a pink tinge. "So, um... busy crowd tonight," he offered, not exactly sure what else he could come up with at that moment that didn't come out in a rush of sexual thoughts.

Randy had been looking back and forth between Nathan and Mel the whole time. It was bloody scary how similar they seemed to be right at that moment. Nathan was bright red, and clearly not sure how he was supposed to feel about having witnesses hear his confession on the subject matter when he was probably still trying to process the fact Mel had felt him up in his sleep. It was sweet, and she wondered if, after all the analysis and brooding about guys, Mel had accidentally just stumbled on her perfect match. And if the way he was hooking into the beer was anything to go by, she could be in for an awesome night of drunk sex, too. Randy laughed, having a brief look around the bar. "Should we talk about the weather next, or sports?"

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