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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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.

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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?

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"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."

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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."

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"It takes a lot more than a little nudity to offend me," she laughed, watching him stretch, because he wasn't doing that for himself and they both knew it, so why not watch what she was intended to watch?

"Or a lot of nudity, for that matter," she added, and decided he could take that any way he liked. He clearly took care of himself, so she wasn't really talking about excess quantity, but he wasn't a small guy.

"Although if you normally read naked I'd advise avoiding the rec room. The air conditioner's a little robust."

Shrinkage was not fun for any guy.

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I mime a shudder while I'm pulling on my boxers. Shrinkage is no man's friend.

"See, that's what I'm talking about, girl. I knew I could trust you to look after my--" I wink. "Assets."

Once I've got my shorts on, I jerk my chin to the door. It's not that I want to get rid of her, hell no, it's just there's nowhere to sit inside. "So, what up? Something on your mind or just hoping for a show?"

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"Oh, little bit of column A, little bit of column B," she teased him, looking around at the utter lack of furniture.

"I heard the building crew talking about your hut being done and thought I'd come take a look. You seem to be kind of short on furniture, by the way."

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"Hey, now, that's observant," I drawl, kinda dry. "Maybe you oughtta think about being a CSI or a squint or something."

I slide down to a seat on the steps, and look her over. Yeah, Abby'd know the networks, how you get stuff on the island, way more than Nick anyhow. "A'ight, I'm guessing you know where I get anything that needs getting on the island. Spill it, girl. Let's hear it."

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"Weeell, I have a table you could have," she offered. "My coworker left about a month ago, and my other coworker claimed some of his furniture, but not the table. And if you need other furniture, there are a few people who make it. William Bush does, I think. For candles, talk to Phedre or you can go the oil lamp route, at which time you talk to...me, because Greg and I worked on that."

[alaspoorwarrick]

"You serious?" I cut a sharp look her way. Sure 'nuff, she is. "Thanks, girl. Do I need to dig up chairs or do they come with?" I say it light, like a point of information, and rub shoulders with her. She lost a friend to give me that table and I'm not that kind of asshole, whatever the hell Tina says.

"You n' Greg, huh?" I tease. 'Course I'm curious but I'm not gonna pry. Much. "That's a helluva a pedigree. Maybe I oughtta see about lamps."

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"You'll have to dig up some chairs," Abby admitted. "He didn't get that far before he disappeared. Most people kind of go for the box option instead of real chairs, but that feels a little too much like My First Apartment to me. Next thing I know, there'll be roaches tapdancing in my sink or something."

Her first apartment at LSU had been truly horrible, but it was all that she could afford so she dealt with it.

"The lamps are pretty easy. Glass container, something for a wick, a flammable material and voila, light. I'm working on a solar panel for our hut, too. I've only made one so far and it's kind of hard work, but if I manage it I'm thinking about maybe making more for people. Of course, I'd expect proper payment, but we could probably work something out if you were interested."

It was like talking to Jack. She knew the line between flirting for fun and flirting for adult fun and she walked it perfectly.

[alaspoorwarrick]

"A'ight, yeah, no thanks on the roaches. Bug's are Grissom's thing, not mine." I'll talk to that Duck guy and see what I can do in the way of chairs, but not before I see the table. Figure if I'm gonna have furniture, it might as well match, y'know?

"Where's the glass come from?" Wicks are easy and coconut oil's got to be in long supply 'round here. "And who's got the cottage industry in matches, since I'm guessing we're kinda short on lighters, yeah?"

I'm not ignoring the flirtation, it's just now I'm getting to thinking about the home decorating project and it's taking over, kinda like when I get busy on a case. It won't be anything Abby's never seen before, I'm sure of that.

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"I'd noticed that, actually," she replied a little dryly in regards to the roaches. "The glass is from the compound or there's a guy who has a glass furnace so he can make stuff. In general people grab something glass from the compound and find another something to use as a top. It's a little makeshift, but it works. The box sometimes gives lighters if you bribe it and the store room downstairs has some matches. Some one really should think about making those, though."

Over the course of their conversations, Abby had been trying to figure out who Warrick reminded her of, and suddenly it hit her. Tony. He was Tony. The two of them had slightly different ethnic and cultural backgrounds, maybe, but Warrick was Tony. When there was something to focus on, the flirtation was utterly unimportant and disappeared almost entirely. When there wasn't, it came back full force, but without the expectation that flirting meant more than it did.

Maybe the island was nicer than she thought.....nah.