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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[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.

I'm turning the page, getting ready to glance toward the door, maybe stand, when she opens her mouth. Two words later, I recognize her voice, and all the tension ebbs away.

"Reading and rescuing damsels in distress," I say, laid-back and a little cocky, then I turn my head and shoot her sharp smile. "Or maybe I should say peeping toms in peril, unless you're here with a better offer."

[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.