"Mind if I join you?" Tosh asks the tall, handsome man that's been sitting alone in the bar not far from her.
He looks surprised, as if he'd forgotten there was anyone in this bar but him. "Oh, yes, please, sorry."
For all his formality with his name, Doctor Smith is actually quite easy to talk to. He listens when she goes on about Owen and Gwen, and then shares a little about himself—a very, very little---and the old friend he just had to say good-bye to. He doesn't understand the reason why people drink to forget. Tosh explains that it's all about giving into desires, easier done with tequila.
"What's tequila?"
Bad question.
Before Tosh realizes it, it's very late. Very, very late. And the number of empty glasses on the table is actually pretty comical. She tells him she should go and he agrees, dropping a few bills onto the table.
"You put down far too much," she says.
"I paid for you, too."
"Yeah, but still! Far too much!"
"Was it? Well, you know, money."
He doesn't apparently understand money, even as Tosh tries to drunkenly explain it to him. He also doesn't understand the implications behind "would you like to come upstairs with me?", but Tosh also manages to explain that to him, too, by giving him a little push backwards onto her bed.
It's a damn good thing they've had this much tequila, she thinks as he presses his cold mouth against her thigh, because otherwise both of them would probably be too awkward to have got to this point. Which would be too bad, because this feels so good.
And, really, for two people as lonely as they are? Clinging to companionship is something they both understand.
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Doctor/Tosh 296 Words
Date: 2009-03-17 10:03 pm (UTC)He looks surprised, as if he'd forgotten there was anyone in this bar but him. "Oh, yes, please, sorry."
For all his formality with his name, Doctor Smith is actually quite easy to talk to. He listens when she goes on about Owen and Gwen, and then shares a little about himself—a very, very little---and the old friend he just had to say good-bye to. He doesn't understand the reason why people drink to forget. Tosh explains that it's all about giving into desires, easier done with tequila.
"What's tequila?"
Bad question.
Before Tosh realizes it, it's very late. Very, very late. And the number of empty glasses on the table is actually pretty comical. She tells him she should go and he agrees, dropping a few bills onto the table.
"You put down far too much," she says.
"I paid for you, too."
"Yeah, but still! Far too much!"
"Was it? Well, you know, money."
He doesn't apparently understand money, even as Tosh tries to drunkenly explain it to him. He also doesn't understand the implications behind "would you like to come upstairs with me?", but Tosh also manages to explain that to him, too, by giving him a little push backwards onto her bed.
It's a damn good thing they've had this much tequila, she thinks as he presses his cold mouth against her thigh, because otherwise both of them would probably be too awkward to have got to this point. Which would be too bad, because this feels so good.
And, really, for two people as lonely as they are? Clinging to companionship is something they both understand.