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Her Happy Daze

Aug 01, 2008 21:00

Since JD's arrival, Elliot had been the happiest she could remember being on the island. His presence somehow made all of it okay - the weird, inexplicable Gilligan's Island-ness of it, the fear that a bunch of repeating numbers might screw up everyone's lives, the complete lack of a resort of any kind, the weird weekends where everyone went crazy ( Read more... )

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pinata_helmet August 1 2008, 13:27:50 UTC

JD had been lazily contemplating the derivations of the word 'bar' -- there was the barbell, the bar fly, the tiki bar, the gay bar, the bar exam, raising the bar, barred acces, and, for some reason, the clam bar (which, incidently JD could never understand). Why do they call it a clam bar anyway? It's not like clams go there to get wasted...

JD rolled his eyes and picked up his bottle of hair gel. He was rationing it. At this rate, he had enough for three months, and surely he'd be able to find another source by then, right? Clams are so slimey anyway, he thought, with a shake of his head, They wouldn't even be able to hold onto a glass.

JD looked into the small mirror, eyes narrowed. "I hate their slimy little hands," he said aloud, just as he heard the tell-tale sounds of Elliot falling ass over elbow outside the bathroom. As he opened the door to help her up he wondered if you could actually be hit with a mental barrage (Ha! Another word with 'bar'in it!) of Frickity-fricks.

doublefricked August 1 2008, 13:34:18 UTC

Elliot puffed her hair out of her eyes just in time to see JD looking down at her. She grinned her best grin.

"Hi, JD," she said chirpily. "A little help? I think I broke my head."

pinata_helmet August 1 2008, 13:39:31 UTC

JD bent over at the waist and offered his hand down to her. "You're a Doctor, Elliot," he said with an eyeroll, speaking far too seriously, "you'd know if you broke your head."

doublefricked August 1 2008, 13:44:15 UTC

"What if I had brain damage? I wouldn't know then. I'd be a vegetable. You'd have to change my diapers for the rest of my life. They're oddly comfortable," she added. "I remember from when I was a baby. My best memories..." It said something that Elliot's best memories included soiling herself.

"Thanks," she added as she took his hand and got to her feet, straightening her robe, relieved nothing had fallen out.

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