Todd should learn when to quit. FFA pairing Illyria/Dr Todd “The Todd” Quinlan (Scrubs). Notes:
In keeping with the ‘Scrubs’ theme, the story will switch between first-person pov’s. Disclaimer:
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It was supposed to be an average evening out with my friends… and Todd. Turk and I teamed up against Carla and Elliot for a game of pool, which left Todd the odd man out.
“Hey JD, check out the mousy chick at the bar,” Todd says.
I look over at the girl he points to. She's not really mousy, more leggy, but I see what he means. She's cute though, brunette hair with blue highlights.
“Nice,” I reply.
“With hair like that you know she’s gotta be naughty. I’m going for it.”
Of course he is. “Okay, well, good luck.”
“Oh, I don’t need good luck, just a good f…” I interrupt him before I have to hear more.
“Todd, just do the high five and get it over with!”
I put up my hand and wait for the inevitable pain. He winds up… THWACK
. Oh, dear god, he’s been working out. Todd
Sex with Carla. Great breasts. Sex with Elliot. Nice ass. Sex with myself. Great body.
Wow, that chick could really use some implants. Did I get milk today? I should write that down before I forget again.
Okay, there’s that kinky chick. Oh, she dropped her napkin, please, oh, please bend over. Is she? Yes! Commando.
Do I offer to get her a drink? No, she still has a full glass. That might be a problem. Just casually sit on the stool next to her. Look for an opening. Oh, she's tense, that could either good or bad. Friendly ear to talk to about the noise? Initiate contact.
Reach for the bowl of nuts, innocently brush against her… wow, her skin’s cold. She’s turning towards me. Wait, were her eyes that blue before? Illyria
Why would Gunn suggest such a place for me to ‘lighten up’? The stench of these sweating bodies invades my senses and permeates my being. For this, I must remember to tear out his intestines and strangle him with them. I could feel the muck’s eyes on me since I bent to retrieve my napkin. He dares to stare at me in such a way?
The muck has taken the seat next to me. Pitiful. It brushes against me in an attempt to, ‘cop a feel’, I believe the phrase to be. I turn, letting some of my power come forth to get rid of the scum. He smiles and tries to be ‘charming’. He prepares to speak, but I have no patience to listen to him prattle on about things of little consequence.
“If you do not leave now, I will shove one of those pool cues up your ass.” I say before he can speak. It is not what I have in mind, but I have seen that it is an effective threat employed by many women in this place.
The sexual deviant smiles before replying, “Kinky. Anything for you, babe.”
He said anything.
The others would call it semantics. However, I am bored.
“Wait here one moment,” I say.
I walk to the gambling area where the lower beings engage in games and approach one of them. JD
Yes! This is the last one, if Turk just sinks the eight ball, it’s our game.
I take a sip of my beer and notice the girl Todd went to talk to coming right towards me.
“May I borrow one of the cues?” she says. Her voice chills me to the bone.
“Uh, sure?” I say and hand her mine.
“Thank you.” She turns and heads back towards the bar. I shake my head, wondering what Todd's gotten himself into this time, and turn back to watch Turk.
A yell comes from the bartender and the crowd scrambles. I hear Todd yelling.
“Hey! What are you doing!? Wait, a second. Hey, no! AAARRRGGGHHH!
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