welcome to the rockhouse

[alaspoorwarrick]

Ray's Rockhouse, that's my joint
House of soul, git my point
We don't care what's your views
Come in here, lose yo' blues
When trouble comes a-knockin'
Everything looks better while yer rockin'
You don't notice trouble while yer rockin'
--"Ray's Rockhouse", Manhattan TransferAfter seeing Karen's hut - which is chill, don't get me wrong, but it's

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[poison_lipstick]

As soon as Saffron found out where Warrick's new hut was, she headed straight over there. She wasn't really angry with him for taking off like he'd done at the party, but boy was she going to make sure he made it up to her anyhow.

The door was open slightly, so she didn't bother knocking, just slipped in smoothly with a look of mock outrage. "Listen here, mister, if you think you can just run off on me and expect to get away...with...it..." As her eyes adjusted to the lower lighting of the hut, her tirade slowly ground to a halt as the first thing she noticed was a very nice ass. "Well now," she said, her expression changing smoothly and easily into a seductive smile and her tone becoming much softer. It was like flipping a switch. "That's one way to stay cool. Or were you expecting me?"

[alaspoorwarrick]

I know that voice, and that tone. Aww, yeah, I'm in the shit. My back goes up a little, 'cos, y'know, people got killed that night and I was trying to keep the numbers down. But leaving a lady without an explanation, that ain't right, so I'm saying, "Helen," soft and apologetic, before I even remember I'm bare-ass

[poison_lipstick]

She figured him for a cop. The funny thing was that back home, she avoided the law like it was the gorram plague and yet around here, it didn't seem to happen that way. Police still made her bristle, at least inwardly, but they weren't no Alliance, that was for sure.

"You're forgiven, Warrick," she said, sliding the rock out of the way so that the door closed, but moving no closer to him. "You just owe me now, is all."

[alaspoorwarrick]

I'm forgiven, Warrick? Yeah, that's all kinds of you're so not in control right there. 'Specially with her sliding the rock out of the way and letting the door shut, damn.

Not that I'm complaining in the least, y'know, just saying, damn. 'Cos this is a situation, between the look in her eyes, you owe me, and me being butt naked.

I smile, slow and easy, trying to get some leverage. "What's the going rate on something like that, leaving a beautiful woman hanging to investigate a shootout?"

[9mmshotglass]

"Sarah!," Dani Reese had been chasing after Sarah the Jaguar for a quarter of a mile at a dead sprint and fuck could that little cat run. She was dead certain Sarah did it just to get her moving and for her own devious jaguar-like reasons. "Mesleh sag bemiri!" came out the way anything decidedly foul came out of her mouth and she was charging straight up steps and through an open door and naked man--

What?

Um.

Sarah skidded to a stop, bowled head over feet, and Reese fell right over her. Right on her fucking face. Ow. She stayed there sprawled in surprise as Sarah shoved her face into hers and licked her with her rough pink tongue

[alaspoorwarrick]

A'ight, so, I'm minding my business, reading, in my own hut, bare ass. Now, it's not the best book I've read, hell, it's close to the worst. But, man might like a little warning before a beautiful woman comes crashing into his home chasing an overgrown tabby, y'hear what I'm saying?

Especially when that overgrown tabby's got some impressive teeth and a set of claws, and the woman's sprawled on my floor laughing her ass off.

All that flashes through my mind in about the first ten seconds, then I'm right there with her, laughing around a, "Damn, girl, that's one way to make an entrance. You all right?" and a "Mind my asking you give a man a heads-up next time you're crashing in?" 'cos what the hell else am I gonna do?

I reach down to snag my boxers from the side of the mat. How I'm wrangling them on without giving her full frontal or putting my back to Simba hasn't come to me yet, but it will. Just give it a minute. "Warrick Brown," I say when I finally pull it together. "Hope you'll forgive me not getting up to offer a hand."

[9mmshotglass]

Reese snorted and Sarah growled low in her throat, eying Warrick Brown's ass speculatively. Maybe they both were. She pulled the cub back into her and some of the growling went away as her purr came back. Reese's lips twitched.

"If I'd had any breath left," she said, still breathless from the run and the fall, "I would have hollered. I was at...at a dead sprint for that last quarter of a mile." She propped herself up on an elbow as Sarah finally got sleep and was paws all over her hip. Her lips pursed.

"Nice to meet you Warrick Brown, I'm Reese and that monster's Sarah. And no, I don't think anything's broken, 'cept maybe my first impression, though I might have bruised my knee from the fall." And she was laughing again, the deep bellyache kind that made her feel like she was five.

"I doubt I'd be offering hands either," she said, so completely amused. "I think I'm staying put for a bit, though." Sure enough, her knee did ache but it wasn't bleeding. "I don't normally crash through strange huts, honest."

[alaspoorwarrick]

A'ight, I notice a couple of things straight off. One, she's a talker, kinda like Vala, talking to keep you looking where she wants you to look - here, not there, see look, I'm shiny. Two, she's kinda manic, not that we don't have a situation here, 'cos, y'know, objectively it's pretty damned funny, but not that kinda funny, unless there's shit you're not dealing with.

I oughtta know. I've been there, plenty.

I nod while she's talking, hearing her but not feeling like I need to answer it all. Looking at her's fine by me, and I'm not sensing she needs a lot of help to keep the conversation going. "It's nicer to meet you than it oughtta be, under the circumstances," I say, easy and slow.

But if she's not getting up, and the cat's not moving, that leaves it to me to rearrange our Three Stooges tableau. She's already seen my ass, so I nod to the cat, and ask, "It's cool, right, she's not gonna bite my ass if I stand up?"

[unbound_vala]

I've taken to walking around, looking at the huts and people. If you're going to know how not to get caught, you need to understand where you're at. What I've come to understand is that everyone has their own way of coping with being here, coping with the bugs and heat, and coping with the lack of things like plumbing and electricity. I must say, one of the licest ting about the Tau'ri is their nearly maniacal adherance to cleanliness

[alaspoorwarrick]

The girl's good, quiet, I gotta give her that. But you don't survive the CSI game being sense-dulled and inattentive. So, yeah, I hear the subtle creak of the steps as she comes up, but then there's nothing, and it's not enough to turn my head.

That happens a half-minute later, when it's too quiet, and the air feels different, y'know what I mean? Thicker, stiller, heavy, like it does when someone's watching - kinda like a chord hanging in the air after the rest of the music's died away.

A'ight, now, I've got a situation here, 'cos I'm bare-ass and bare everything else. No piece and no other weapon to speak of - smart Brown, real smart. Damn. - and someone standing in the door of my hut. I've got one advantage, maybe two, depending on who it is. I know they're there and they don't know I know, and, yeah, butt naked. That'll drop most people back a step

[unbound_vala]

"No. I can't think of anything better at the moment," I replied. I took that as an invitation and walked in, looking around at his new home. It was dreadfully bare.

Dreadful is not the word I'd use for other bare things.

"How have you been, Mr. Brown, other than, apparently...too hot?" I asked, turning my eyes back to him, and none to subtly looking from legs to eyes. "Hopefully not attacked by monkeys or parrots, yet?"

[alaspoorwarrick]

I give her a look, eyebrow arched. "Should I be offended you can't think of anything better?"

Then I tilt my toward the other end of the mat, inviting her to sit. I'm not moving yet, and I haven't decided whether I'm asking for my boxers or getting 'em myself. Vala's the sorta girl that might run off with my shorts for fun, y'know? And I don't mind grabbing her while I'm bare-ass, but if I'm gonna, I wanna make sure we're on the same page.

"No monkeys or parrots." Truth time now, girl. What's it gonna be? "No pissed off boyfriends, either," I say soft, slow, not like I'm mad at her, but like I care if he's giving her a hard time, 'cos I do.

[abbysciuto]

Abby had heard that Warrick had moved to a new hut. There wasn't a lot of news that didn't pass through the lab in some form or another, honestly, partially because she was insanely nosy and eavesdropped a lot. It was a useful skill.

She dropped by his hut on her way out of the lab for a little while, carrying biscuits and her laptop bag with the incredibly unsubtle NCIS seal on it. The government wanted to be very sure you knew it was theirs...too bad she'd taken it to a wacky island.

She didn't knock since the door was open, but when she walked in and glimpsed a very nice, very naked back and shoulders (and an ass too, but she liked shoulders), she did the courtesy of clearing her throat.

[alaspoorwarrick]

I'm already turning my head to look when she clears her throat. The book's not that interesting, y'know what I'm saying?

"Girl, you always bust in on a man without the courtesy of calling first? Damn," I say, but there's a smile in my voice almost as deep as it might be for Nick, y'know, if I wasn't butt naked.

I roll up on my side, royally unconcerned about her seeing what I'm damned sure she's seen already and nod to a pair of boxers on the floor a little ways off. "Toss me those boxers, would you?" There's laid-back and then there's cocky, and while it's cool and we're cool, I can pass on the inevitable jokes, a'ight?

[abbysciuto]

"I'll call when I figure out whether Sprint covers wacky islands in the middle of nowhere," she retorted with a shrug. She was pretty sure it didn't, and if it did, it wasn't like she had any battery life left on her phone anyway.

She chuckled when he rolled up, apparently totally not caring if she got a good look. It wasn't like she was really worried about it either, though. It wasn't the first time she'd seen those parts and she hoped to God it wasn't gonna be the last. Speaking of God, he or she had blessed Warrick Brown in many ways and she let her gaze travel allll the way down to his toes, not in a particularly lascivious way, just one that checked out the situation.

"Sure, if you want," she replied easily. "It's not gonna offend me if you don't put something on, though. It's kinda warm out today. Naked is cooler."

[alaspoorwarrick]

Abby looks, and I can't decide whether to stretch and offer it up, or laugh, 'cos she's looking, but she's not looking, and already I love this girl. She'd have fit right in, y'know? Her and Greg, man, they'd have had us running laps for our results, just for the fun of watching us.

In the end, I do both, laughing while I stretch my leg to snag my boxers with my toes. "Sure as hell hope I'm not offending you," I say, and toss her a wink. "But, y'know--" I swing my head and shrug, rolling my shoulders. "I kinda like to dress for the occasion."

[formerfratboy]

Nick wasn't particularly interested in ever having to have a serious talk with Warrick again, ever, because it would just result in awkward, and he'd done that awkward go-round with Greg once, and Nick thought it was pretty damn sick of the island to keep putting him in this position of weirdness with his friends. (And of course it was the island, not Nick being stupid and not thinking things through before he went and got himself in trouble. Of courseBut, well, Warrick was his friend, and Nick was determined to just push past the weirdness and go right back to being friends. Nick made his way over to Warrick's new hut, bearing a housewarming gift (several mangos and a coconut; Nick really wanted to make something cool out of wood, but he only had so many hours in the day and didn't think Warrick would be too impressed with a little whittled sailboat). He just waltzed right in, nudging the door open. Friends didn't need to knock, did they

[alaspoorwarrick]

"Awww, shit, man!" I say, shooting upright and grabbing for my boxers. "What is it with you? You want me to think you gotta thing for me?"

I'm glaring at him something fierce the whole time I'm putting on my shorts, not thinking about the fact I just came out with it like that. It's been on my mind, y'know, since the incident with Lacey, but I've been hoping we could just skate on by like it never happened.

"Seriously, man, what the hell? Didn't your mama teach you to knock?"