take me home and leave me there [gene]

[neveraffordme]

[after this]

The sky's starting to pale round the edges by the time Alex makes it back to the room -- dress half-unzipped, hangover creeping up on her, sandals dangling by their straps from one hand in a likely-futile attempt to soften her footsteps, and she doesn't so much as want to consider her hair, but oh is she smiling

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[im_the_sheriff]

Gene clicked the light on before she could make up her mind, squinting as his eyes adjusted, and then taking in her disheveled appearance.

He hadn't been waiting up for her, at least that's what he'd kept telling himself, but now that she was there... To say he frowned would have been an understatement. His brow furrowed and his mouth was pinched into a tight line as he looked at her.

"You're home late, Bolly. Have a good time?"

[neveraffordme]

"Pretty good, thanks," Alex yawns, blinking in the light; the sight of Gene makes something flip over in her stomach, the same angry irrational guilt she's already sick of from back home, and it's ridiculous (she thinks) to feel this much like a delinquent child in front of a man like that.

God, all she wants is to get some sleep.

"How about you? Productive evening's sulk alone in the dark?"

[im_the_sheriff]

"I've been out," Gene replied gruffly, though really he'd only been out for a few hours before coming home. Neither the party nor the concert had held much appeal, and in the end he'd found himself back at the compound hoping Sam would be around. As time had ticked on he'd found himself more concerned with what Drake was up to though. Had the island been just a little smaller, he might have even gone searching for the mouthy little tart... Not because he wanted to see her, no, of course not, just to make sure she wasn't off being a complete tart.

Not that Gene cared about her reputation.

Not that it made him jealous to think of her off with some bloke.

No, no that couldn't be it at all.

[neveraffordme]

"Oh, isn't that nice for you." She lets the shoes fall to the floor, fumbles under her pillow for the oversized t-shirt and boxer shorts she's been wearing to sleep in.

"Avert your eyes, please. I want to change."