Cold and Flu Season my a**

[sluttylyingliar]

Who gets a cold on a tropical island? Hello, tropcial island? And what kind of decently sized tropical island has weed and dinosaurs but no readily available cold medicine? Rachel's supposed to be on the pole in like, eight hours and lap dances just aren't as sexy when she's taking a break to blow her nose every five minutes. She looks like one of

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[first_pink_lady]

As good a story it was that she got clipped by a piece of a bomb to explain the few stitches in her forehead, the damn things were itchy and, while they were supposed to come out soon, the band-aid on her temple was not the most appealing of accessories. Still, her curly hair was long enough now to somewhat hide the bandage, and as she walked into the kitchen finger-combing her bangs she wondered if that was a sign that she needed to search out an island hairdresser. The box of tea that then whacked her in the arm, however, even if it did not leave much of a lasting mark, was not nearly as good a story.

She leant and picked up the offending box, and looked over at Rachel - Jesus, she looked rough - the obvious culprit with a raised eyebrow. "That personal, honey?"

[sluttylyingliar]

"If it was, I suspect you could take me," she answers, eyes narrowing on the bit of hair Rizzo is fiddling with.

"What the hell happened to you? Is that a wound?"

[first_pink_lady]

"Today, maybe." She said, tossing the box on the counter and giving the gal a once-over. That wasn't the look of recovery after a big night of kicks and giggles, but of honest-to-god being under the weather without an umbrella. "Ain't feeling too good, hey sunshine?"

She grinned delightedly at the mention of her cut, because she was a gal who'd been raised on war stories and gang rumbles. She didn't want any disfiguring scars, of course, but a few here and there were just fine with her. "You hear about that wackjob and his early fourth-of-july over in the scrap heap?"

[sluttylyingliar]

"I have a cold," she mutters, angrily swiping at her nose. Ugh, so gross.

Rachel does remember hearing about it. The island's not that big and explosions tend to attract attention. "Yeah...shit. Did you get like, hit with debris? That's actually a little bit bad-ass."

[first_pink_lady]

It was, to be brutally honest, a little revolting, and she was thankful for the trillionth time that her false alarm hadn't rang true. She couldn't imagine loving anyone enough to wipe up snot. Since she wasn't planning on laying a big fat one on Rachel in the near future, nor was she in any way inclined to play nursemaid, so luckily it was a non-issue in the near future. "Guess that tea means you've given up on a musterd plaster but haven't yet moved on to whiskey, huh?"

Her fingers unconsciously moved back up, tips running over the edge of her band-aid. "I got hit with something, alright. Not too sure on the specifics, but it's not the usual way I end up flat on my back." She smiled.

[sluttylyingliar]

"Whiskey is definitely the next move, once I get my shit together enough to go get it," she says, flopping dramatically down into a chair.

The comment gets a smile out of her. It's good to know people like Rachel could have existed back in the day. "I hear you. So, what then? Was it super dramatic?"

[first_pink_lady]

She pushed herself up to sit on the counter, crossing one leg over the other, hands wrapped around the counter's edge on either side. "Babies to old ladies, it's the trusted cure-all." Unless you drank too much of it, but that went without saying.

She shrugged. "Nah, more wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am than anything else. Noticed the fella skulking about, than next think you know I'm staring at the sky. A load of hullabaloo; I was better off than most in the bleeding department. Authority figures rushing around, that sorta thing."

[sluttylyingliar]

"Huh, I wonder how often crazy shit like that happens?" she wonders, swinging her feet up onto the table. "There was something earlier on with like, I don't know, a comic book character and he attacked people. And something about a giant squid. This place is pretty screwed up, which kind of adds to the whole what the hell factor."

[first_pink_lady]

"And the biggest news back home was a fuckin' school dance being broadcast on National Bandstand." She said wryly, shaking her head. Her hand moved up to push through her curls destractly, and she gave an amused snort. "Arch-nemesises and giant squid, and I still gotta worry about getting a goddamn haircut. Some magical island bundle o' laughs this is."