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LOTR RPF: Good Medicine 2/?
I never planned a squel to this but I read it last night and this just happened ... Notes and stuff in the last entry ...
David finished his beer just before an anonymous young man dragged him back onto the dance floor. The music was hard, with a driving beat and the dancing matched. Sweaty bodies were grinding, thrusting, writhing to the beat. Half the men in the club didn't have shirts on, and all the bodies glistened and the dance floor smelled of sweat and sex.
David didn't go to this kind of club often. But his and Kate's relationship had finally hit the skids a few weeks ago and he was once again footloose and fancy free. It had been coming for a while and they parted on good terms so there wasn't much of a getting over period. Even so, when Russian Doll had ended, David had gotten a flat in the area rather than move back home to where everything had ben where He and Kate went to.
When it was finally over with him and Kate, Hugo had taken him out for a half celebratory, half mourning bar crawl, with the older actor getting almost as drunk as David. It had also been in a way a parting shout - Russian Doll was over as of two days after. It had been a wonderful eveing, and David at least didn't remember making an ass out of himself. He'd dragged Hugo onto a dance floor once but they were both drunk enough to forgive it.
A hand slipped down David's jeans brought him sharply back to reality. The anonomous young man wanted more than a dance, apparently. "Come on," the raspy, slightly fuzzy voice whispered into his ear. "You're a big boy, lemme give you a good night kiss," He was rubbing rather insistently now, licking his black-lipsticked lips. The raw insistence, and David's sudden realization of the boys youth were both off putting and he shank rapidly. The youngster scoffed and vanished into the crowd.
Sighing, feeling rejected - even though he was the one who'd efectively said no - David slinked through the pounding bodies and out into the cool night air. He fished a crumpled pack of smokes from his pocket. He'd been trying, it'd been more than a month since his physical and he'd managed to cut back a good deal until lately.
He was three glorious puffs into his sigarette when a smooth, austrailian accent behind him spoke from the darkness "Thought I told you to cut back on those things."
David actually dropped his cigarette when he spun around, his jaw dropping as well when he saw Dr. Kessler.
The last time David had seen the doctor, he'd been dressed in slacks and a dress shirt with matching tie, and a white lab coat. Tonight ... Black was the color of the evening, and leather was a heavy theme. He chuckled at David's stunned look "Actors aren't the only ones with deep dark secrets," he chuckled, then reached into his own pocket, handing David a cigarette to replace his fallen one before taking one of his own. He leaned in, lighting the tips together.
David found his voice at last. "Do as I say, not as I do, right, Dr. Kessler?" He couldn't help but chuckle.
"You got it, and call me Hugh, please. We're not in my office." He smiled, exhaling a perfect smoke ring, his lips puckering, cheeks puffing, his whole mouth looking like sin incarnate.
"Alright... Hugh ... I'll quit if you do," David offered, wondering just how drunk he was. What he was propsoing was either presumptious, or just plain silly. Odds are he wouldn't be seeing the doc again after tonight. BUt then, that's what he'd thought last time.
"You're on ... For a dance." The doctor crushed out his cigarette, then stuffed the remainder back into the box. "I hate to litter," he explained, then held out a hand to David.
Well, he'd started it, he could bloody well do it. And David decided he'd quit, whether the doctor stayed aroundor not. He could close his eyes and imagine it was someone else. He did the same as Hugh, crushing out the cigarette and stuffing it back into the pack. When he took the doctors hand, they vanished back into the smokey, sweaty interiour of the club and David had no clue what the rest of the evenigw ould bring.
David finished his beer just before an anonymous young man dragged him back onto the dance floor. The music was hard, with a driving beat and the dancing matched. Sweaty bodies were grinding, thrusting, writhing to the beat. Half the men in the club didn't have shirts on, and all the bodies glistened and the dance floor smelled of sweat and sex.
David didn't go to this kind of club often. But his and Kate's relationship had finally hit the skids a few weeks ago and he was once again footloose and fancy free. It had been coming for a while and they parted on good terms so there wasn't much of a getting over period. Even so, when Russian Doll had ended, David had gotten a flat in the area rather than move back home to where everything had ben where He and Kate went to.
When it was finally over with him and Kate, Hugo had taken him out for a half celebratory, half mourning bar crawl, with the older actor getting almost as drunk as David. It had also been in a way a parting shout - Russian Doll was over as of two days after. It had been a wonderful eveing, and David at least didn't remember making an ass out of himself. He'd dragged Hugo onto a dance floor once but they were both drunk enough to forgive it.
A hand slipped down David's jeans brought him sharply back to reality. The anonomous young man wanted more than a dance, apparently. "Come on," the raspy, slightly fuzzy voice whispered into his ear. "You're a big boy, lemme give you a good night kiss," He was rubbing rather insistently now, licking his black-lipsticked lips. The raw insistence, and David's sudden realization of the boys youth were both off putting and he shank rapidly. The youngster scoffed and vanished into the crowd.
Sighing, feeling rejected - even though he was the one who'd efectively said no - David slinked through the pounding bodies and out into the cool night air. He fished a crumpled pack of smokes from his pocket. He'd been trying, it'd been more than a month since his physical and he'd managed to cut back a good deal until lately.
He was three glorious puffs into his sigarette when a smooth, austrailian accent behind him spoke from the darkness "Thought I told you to cut back on those things."
David actually dropped his cigarette when he spun around, his jaw dropping as well when he saw Dr. Kessler.
The last time David had seen the doctor, he'd been dressed in slacks and a dress shirt with matching tie, and a white lab coat. Tonight ... Black was the color of the evening, and leather was a heavy theme. He chuckled at David's stunned look "Actors aren't the only ones with deep dark secrets," he chuckled, then reached into his own pocket, handing David a cigarette to replace his fallen one before taking one of his own. He leaned in, lighting the tips together.
David found his voice at last. "Do as I say, not as I do, right, Dr. Kessler?" He couldn't help but chuckle.
"You got it, and call me Hugh, please. We're not in my office." He smiled, exhaling a perfect smoke ring, his lips puckering, cheeks puffing, his whole mouth looking like sin incarnate.
"Alright... Hugh ... I'll quit if you do," David offered, wondering just how drunk he was. What he was propsoing was either presumptious, or just plain silly. Odds are he wouldn't be seeing the doc again after tonight. BUt then, that's what he'd thought last time.
"You're on ... For a dance." The doctor crushed out his cigarette, then stuffed the remainder back into the box. "I hate to litter," he explained, then held out a hand to David.
Well, he'd started it, he could bloody well do it. And David decided he'd quit, whether the doctor stayed aroundor not. He could close his eyes and imagine it was someone else. He did the same as Hugh, crushing out the cigarette and stuffing it back into the pack. When he took the doctors hand, they vanished back into the smokey, sweaty interiour of the club and David had no clue what the rest of the evenigw ould bring.