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24 December 2008 @ 07:14 am
A Woman Waits for Me 34/39  
Title: A Woman Waits for Me
Chapter: 34/39
Author: ladygray99 
Pairing: Charlie/Colby, Don/OFC
Summary: When Don’s life slides into the darkness only family will help him find his way out. - A night out with the boys.
Rating: R
Word Count: 5,198
Warning: none
Disclaimer: Numb3rs belongs to other people who are not me. I’m not making any money from this though I wish I were.
Previous Chapters: Part 4 of Whitman ‘verse. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33
Authors Notes: And here’s the stag night as promised. It’s so long it’s going to have to go up over two days. Feedback please.
Betas:swingandswirl  and riverotter1951 


Part 34
A Taste of Life

Ian pulled down the cuffs on the black silk shirt. Charlie’s brief for the evening’s dress was casual but cool and layers in case of outdoor activity or weather change. Ian was not exactly a clotheshorse. He had maybe three outfits, if they could be called that, which he dragged around the country with him. When he mentioned this to Charlie, Charlie actually sighed, slapped a couple of C-notes in his hand, and told him to go shopping.

 Most of the stag and hen parties were already milling about the Eppes house. They were just waiting on Megan and Larry. Larry had been talked into spending the night with the boys and Megan had been offered a place with the ladies even though she really knew none of them. Anne argued that having a little FBI muscle in the party wouldn’t be a bad thing.

 Little Mattie was in a bassinet in the living room being cooed over by a woman with dark green hair. Ian became aware of woman with a puffy shirt who kept looking at him sideways. Ian was used to odd looks but this one seemed more than a little amused.

 “Yes?” Ian finally asked.



 “Your aura, it’s white. Very rare.”

 “Oh, thanks.” Ian had grown up with odd women who read auras and tea leaves and tarot cards. Looking around at Anne’s friends, he realized that most of them could have been his mother’s friends 30 years ago. They all looked destined to become weird, lecherous little old ladies that told very dirty jokes and kept a few too many cats.

 “Hey, Ian,” Don called out from over the railing of the stairs, “could you grab Charlie, I think he’s in the garage?”

 “Sure thing.”

 Ian knocked on the garage door just in case he was interrupting some spontaneous moment of math genius. It was a habit he picked up the first time a piece of chalk got him right in the chest. He peeked in. “Hey, Charlie, Don’s looking for you.”

 “Just a sec.” Charlie was at the air hockey table. Ian wandered over.

 “Shit.” Ian said, looking at the stack of cash Charlie was counting out. “What kind of interest did the loan shark give you on that wad?”

 “This is from my publisher. Pre-sales on the new book are going very well and considering the subject I figured I’d blow it all on tonight.”

 “How to Drink Yourself into Debt?”

 “Proofs are in the box.” Charlie gestured with his head to a cardboard box. Ian pulled a book out.

 “Solve for Crime, the Math of Catching Criminals by Dr. Charles Eppes.” Ian flipped it open. He recognized pursuit curves and soap bubbles and a few other things. “Giving the bad guys our play book?”

 “Nah. That’s just sensationalist crime stories with a little math on the side for public consumption. The play book’s the other one.” Ian pulled out a second book.

 “Applied Mathematics of Criminal Investigation and Pursuit.” Ian flipped it open and saw things a little more technical. Some complicated formulas but also diagrams for bullet path analysis, crime scene photos with overlays of the pertinent measurements to take, target prediction.

 “Quantico’s already picked it up as a text for their next intake. So’s Scotland Yard, and my publisher is working on a deal with Interpol.”

“That’s high end.”

 “Yeah, well, with every major set I’m supposed to do a week long lecture intensive to go with it. My French is nonexistent.”

 “I’m sure you’ll manage.”

 Charlie rolled up the last of the cash. A few bills went into his pants pocket and the rest went into an inner coat pocket. Ian gave Charlie a quick perusal. He had to admit the kid looked like sex on toast. The jacket was long but pinched at the waist, giving it an almost 18th century feel, and the high-collared shirt was just begging to have the dozens of buttons popped off, and it would probably only get worse once he turned on this weird Charlie Eppes sex god persona he had magically picked up from somewhere.

 Out in the dining room Don waved Charlie over. “Is this going to work?” he asked, showing off tight black jeans, a dark red shirt and one of his better suit jackets.

 Charlie looked his brother up and down. “You should put in one of your old earrings.”

 Don rolled his eyes. “Those holes closed up in the 90s.”

 Charlie shrugged. “It’ll do.”

 “Well, if you’d tell us what we’re going to be doing?”


 There was a knock at the door and it opened. “Hey, guys,” Megan called out. “Sorry we’re late. There was some fashion disagreement.”

 Megan looked ready for a night on the town. Larry looked like Larry. Charlie sighed. “Larry. What part of cool didn’t get through?”

 “I think I look very hip.”

 “Larry, you are my best friend. I love you dearly, but you have never looked hip. I’ve seen photos.”

 “And you think you can do better with your newfound sense of fashion, Dr. Eppes?”

 “Yeah.” Charlie grabbed Larry by the wrist and dragged him upstairs.

 Colby looked over to David, Don and Ian. “How long before we send a rescue party?”

 “Who’d we be rescuing?”

 Colby shrugged. “Whichever one screams the loudest.”

 “I don’t know. Larry doesn’t seem like a screamer to me.” David pointed out.

 “Hey Megan, is Larry a screamer?” Ian asked with a leer.

 “None of your business.”

 There were yelps a few minutes later as Larry was dragged downstairs in a white flared collared shirt and a tight black vest. “Charles, I look absolutely silly. I didn’t wear shirts like this the first time they were in fashion, let alone now.”

 “Now they’re called vintage and you look great.”

 Megan pulled the squirming, fighting, Larry over by the vest. “I think it makes you look hot,” she said softly.

 Larry stopped fighting and looked at the floor, blushing a little.

 Charlie laughed. “He can keep it, I never wear it anymore.”

 “Thanks.” Megan said.

 “Okay. Is everyone here?” Alan asked, coming out of the kitchen.

 The assorted groups looked around. “Looks like.”

 “Don, come here.” Anne said. She pulled the ring off her finger and then took Don’s off his. She handed them both over to Alan. “Thanks for the loan.”

 “My pleasure.”

 “Don, tonight you are once again a free man, have sex with anyone and I’ll kill you.” Anne said, a slightly scary smile on her face.

 Don nodded. “Fair enough.”

 Anne turned to Charlie. “Charlie?”


 “I know you better than you like to admit. He stays virtuous or else.”

 Charlie thought for a second. “Do blow jobs count?”


 Charlie looked at his brother. “Sorry, Don,” he said with a laugh.

 There was a honk outside. One of the women peeked out.

 “Okay, ladies, our ride is here.”

 Anne gave little Mattie a kiss as he was held in his sorta grandmother’s arms and headed out.

 “Our ride should be here in a minute.” Charlie offered.

 “So what’s the plan?” Don asked, obviously eager to get the night going.

 “Well, I though we’d start with a symposium on lateral equation analysis...”

 Don froze. “You better be joking, Chuck.”

 “Strippers will be involved at some point tonight, I promise.”

 Alan snorted. “How common.”

 “Really, Dad? And what did your stag night involve?” Charlie asked.

 “If I recall, a half pound of Humboldt regular, two blotters of acid and an orgy. Of course, it all got a little blurry once the acid kicked in.”

 “Dad!” Don exclaimed in absolute shock. Nearly everyone’s jaws, including Ian’s, was on the floor because they were all fairly sure dear old Alan Eppes wasn’t joking.

 “An orgy?” Charlie squeaked out.

 “Oh, don’t worry, your mother was there.”

 Charlie slapped his hands over his ears. “I don’t want to know.”

 “Oh god, just tell me I was born more than nine months after the wedding.” Don moaned.

 “Oh, you know you were.”

 “And I am leaving my only child in this man’s care.”

 “He’ll be fine. Go have fun tonight.”

 “If you drop him during an acid flashback I’m never forgiving you.”

 “Haven’t had one since ‘72.”

 There was a knock at the door. “That’s us.”

 Don gave his son a kiss and his dad a hard look before getting herded outside by Charlie.

 Outside was a limo. Not one of those tacky stretch limos that teenagers rented for prom but one that looked like it was owned by old money. The driver opened the door. Don got in first. Charlie approached the driver.

 “Hey, I know we’re booked ‘till 3 but I think we might end up going a little later and probably a little drunker.”

 “Hey I’m just paid ‘till three.” The driver said. Charlie peeled off some hundreds from a roll. “That’ll get you ‘till dawn, boss, as long as no one gets sick in the back.”

 “Great,” said Charlie.

 He climbed in and Ian followed.

 Don was already working the foil off the top of a champagne bottle when Ian settled into the plush interer.

 “Nope.” Charlie pulled the bottle from Don’s hand. “Hate to say it, but sobriety is actually required for the first event of the evening.”

 Don looked to Colby. Colby shook his head. “I am as far in the dark as you.”

 “I better be getting drunk at some point tonight, buddy, ‘cause I’m not getting laid.”

 “I promise you, Don there will be opportunity to get completely trashed.” Don squinted suspiciously at his brother. “Of course, if you hadn’t gone and gotten married before getting married I would have just dragged you to Nevada for a weekend at Madam Rose’s.”

Ian let out a low whistle. “Let no one ever say you have cheap tastes, Professor.”

Charlie raised an eyebrow at him. “You know Madam Rose’s?” Charlie asked, not sounding like he believed it.

“Yeah, Rosie and Bob let me crash there when I’m passing through town.”

Charlie blinked and blinked again, he jaw hung a little open. David waved a hand in front of Charlie’s face, then snapped his fingers in front of Charlie’s eyes to no response. “Dude, I think you broke him.”

“Ian,” Charlie squeaked out, his face contorting in a close approximation to pure pain, “I know what I had to do to make the VIP list at Madam Rose’s. Would you mind explaining, in detail, how you get crash privileges at the most decadent, exclusive, expensive, brothel in Nevada and how exactly you get away with addressing Mistress Rose and Master Robert as Rosie and Bob without getting your hide flayed off?”

Ian shrugged. “I took out a guy who was holding one of Rosie’s girls at knife point from a hundred yards with a busted scope and I went to college with Bob. And I get to call them Rosie and Bob with impunity ‘cause I’m a friend, not a client.”

Charlie blinked a few more times, squeezed his eyes shut and gave his head a little shake. “I am in a parallel universe.” Charlie said quietly to himself.

Ian smirked. “Now I got to ask, Professor, what did you do to make the VIP list ‘cause I know Rosie’s tastes and you’re a little short.”

Charlie straightened up looking a little offended. “Height isn’t everything. Mistress Rose happens to be a fan of some of my early work on organizational dynamics.”

“Right.” Ian drew out the word so it dripped with sarcasm and disbelief.

“And I built the encryption software for their client database and ran efficiency scenarios for their security system,” Charlie finished a little lamely.

Don snorted. “God, Charlie, only you would use math to score with hookers.”

“Don, Rose and her girls were worth every grain of chalk, not to mention good use of fluid dynamic money.”

David raised his hand. “Is anyone else finding this conversation a little surreal?” Larry and Don both raised their hands.

Colby shrugged. “I’m so immune.”

Ian just gave a snort as the car pulled to a stop. “Next time I see them I’ll say hi for you.”

Charlie opened the door. “And here we are.”

Don looked around. “Work?”

“Gentlemen, to the gun range.”


Anne dipped a strawberry into a free flowing river of chocolate while a half naked Greek god of a bartender mixed something involving rum and chocolate sauce.


The gun range was empty as the stag party gathered around. Charlie pulled out a case.

“Because I was informed that it’s not a proper FBI stag night until someone shoots something…” Charlie flicked open the case. “Gentlemen, may I present the Glock 40.”

“Uh…Charlie, there’s no such thing as a Glock 40.” Don pointed out.

Charlie gave an enigmatic smile. “It’s the factory prototype, so no you can’t keep it and don’t ask how I got it.” Charlie took it out, loaded it and handed it to Don.

Don weighed it in his hands.

“How’s it feel?” Ian asked.

“Not bad. Little light.”

“It takes .45s instead of .40s so it’s got a kick.” Charlie said as he pinned up a target and sent it down range.

Don grinned and slapped on hearing protectors before pointing the gun down range and pulling off a shot. He gave a chuckle. “It kicks like a classic 17, guys.”

“Fun,” Colby replied with a bit of sarcasm.

“Hey, I loved my 17,” David defended. “Saved my ass in Tel Aviv more times than I can count.”

Don finished off the clip, adjusting for the recoil. “That was fun,” he said, giving his hands a shake and handing the gun back to Charlie.

Charlie quickly reloaded from a stack of clips.

“Ian?” Charlie offered.

“You know it.” Ian took the gun, stepped into place and fired, taking a good moment between each shot. The target ended up with an almost perfect circle of holes.

“Show off,” Don said as Charlie replaced the target. Ian just chuckled.

David took the next round, taking time to get the feel of it in his hand. After firing a neat cluster he gave his hand a little shake. “Yep, that feels like my old 17 with a better grip.”

Colby took it next. “That is light. Feels like a toy.”

“They’re doing something new with formed carbon.”

Colby fired off his clip then shook his head. “Nah, give me something heavier.”

Charlie reloaded. “Larry?”

Larry shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

“Ah, come on, Larry.” Don said, giving Larry a little shove.

“I have never handled a firearm and I have no intention of starting.”

“Reeves hasn’t taught you how to shoot?” Ian asked.

“No, she has not.”

“That’s supposed to be the third date, I’m pretty sure it’s Bureau policy.” David said.

“Our third date was a Kurosawa retrospective.”

“Come on Larry, one shot.” Don prodded.

“This is peer pressure.”

“Yes it is.”

Charlie grabbed Larry by the wrist and dragged him forward, slipping the gun into his hand in the process.

“Charles, really…”

“Just hush.” Charlie said positioning himself behind Larry. “Both hands, arms out, sight down the barrel.” Charlie put his hands over Larry’s to keep them in place. “Now just squeeze.”

There was a bang and Larry jumped, letting out a squeak. He quickly put the gun down with shaking hands.

“Oh my, that felt wrong, I am never doing that again.” Don gave Larry a pat on the back.

“Hey, you hit the target.”

Larry perked up. “I did?”

“You didn’t hit the figure on the target but you winged the paper.”

“Oh.” Larry said, obviously trying to smother a bit of testosterone-fueled pride.

Don chuckled. “You going to finish off that clip, buddy?” he asked.

“Might as well.”

Charlie took firing positing and slowly pulled off twelve shots before bringing the target forward. Don’s jaw dropped a little at the tight cluster.

“You’re still pulling left, Professor.” Ian said.

“Charles,” Larry exclaimed with a shake of his head, “I’m not sure if I should be proud or a little horrified.”

Charlie just laughed. “Anyone want another go?”

Most everyone but Larry took another couple of rounds until they’d worked through the ammo Charlie had brought. Don finished off the last clip and handed the gun back to Charlie.

“Why don’t you all go back up to the car and break out the champagne? I’ll be up in a minute.” Charlie said as he put the gun away.


Anne leaned across the table and shouted over the music. “So has the heartburn kicked in yet?”

“Yeah,” Megan shouted back. “It’s absolutely killing me.”


Don looked out the window as the driver slowly pulled up to the curb in front of a busy club.

“No way,” Don said as they piled out of the car. “You can not get into this place.” There was a line of beautiful wanabe starlets and party girls lined up behind a velvet rope being rebuffed by a bouncer that made David look a little shrimpy.

“Don,” Charlie said, spreading his arms wide. “Who’s the sexy rock god of math? Have a little faith.” Everyone followed as Charlie strode up to the bouncer.

“Hey, Dr. Eppes,” the bouncer said with a grin, offering Charlie a high five. “Was told you’d be coming tonight.”

“And here I am.”

“Hey, Dr. Fleinhardt,” the bouncer said with a wave, spotting Larry.

“Hello, Maurice.” Larry replied pleasantly.

“Let me just call the back and make sure they got everything ready for you,” Maurice said, then spoke quickly into a radio.

Ian leaned over to David, Don and Colby. “Since when does being a math professor get you into the hottest club in LA?”

Colby chuckled. “Since the owner used to be on Gary Walker’s team before getting a 10th of a Lotto win and the bouncer happens to be one of your students.”

“You’re good to go,” Maurice said, obviously getting word from the back room.

“Great. Are you going to be at the seminar Thursday?” Charlie asked.

“You know it.”

Charlie smiled and breezed into the club, everyone quickly following. Ian couldn’t help smirking at some socialite who was giving them dirty looks.

Inside the club the first thing to hit was the music. A large dance floor contained the young and beautiful, moving to a heavy bass beat. Charlie led the group past the twenty-somethings and through a set of padded doors. The guard on those doors gave them a quick nod. On the other side was a slightly brighter room with a stage where beautiful girls slowly undressed. All around the edges of the room were deep, semi-private booths where girls were dancing more up close and personal for groups of men. The whole thing had a slight Prussian feel to it, reeking of opulence.

A young man dressed in black approached and Charlie stepped to the side and exchanged quick words with him, along with a bit of cash. Charlie patted the young man on the cheek, then slipped him a few more bills.

David chuckled. “Charlie Eppes, pimp daddy.”

“Let him have his fun,” Colby said.

The group was quickly led to a deep booth that had a good view of the stage and was scattered with lush silk pillows. Iced beers were already waiting. Ian couldn’t help feeling a bit like a sultan as he sank into the leather upholstery and a beautiful girl opened his beer. Charlie raised his bottle.

“To Don and a final night of decadence and inebriation.”

Don grinned. “Here, here.” The men clinked bottles and drank deep.

A stunning buxom redhead in pigtails dressed in a warped anime version of a school girl outfit sauntered over and straddled Charlie’s lap.

“Hello, professor,” the girl greeted sweetly.

“Hello Crystal.” Charlie said with a smile. Ian couldn’t help wondering how often Charlie came here if he was on a first name basis with the strippers. “Are you working tonight?” Charlie asked. The girl shook her head.

“Just got off shift, but wanted to pop over and say hi.”

“Well, hello to you too.” Charlie said still grinning.

Crystal looked down the row of men to the far end and waved. “Hi, Dr. Fleinhardt.” Ian almost choked on his beer as Larry waved back.

“Hello, Crystal.”

“Are you coming to the seminar on Thursday?” Charlie asked Crystal, suddenly sounding serious.

“I can’t,” she answered. “I’ve got to work.”

Charlie scowled. “You are falling behind.”

“I know, it’s just…”

“Can you make it to office hours Wednesday?”


“Okay. Come to office hours and we’ll figure out some way of catching you up. I’m not going to see you fail. You are too smart.” Charlie gave her a tap on the nose that seemed almost brotherly. The girl nodded. “Okay. Go home and study.” The girl nodded and got off Charlie’s lap and gave another wave to Larry.

 “I’ll see you on Monday, Dr. Fleinhardt,” she said.

 “Absolutely,” the physicist replied as the girl sauntered off.

 Don, Ian and David turned first to Charlie, then to Larry.

 “She’s one of your students?” David finally asked.

 Larry shrugged. “It is a sad truth that CalSci is not inexpensive. If a student shows a willingness to learn and it is within the bounds of legality we don’t ask where they get their tuition from.”

 David sipped his beer. “See, if someone had told me the nerdy girls in school were going to grow up to look like that I would have been a lot nicer.”

 Larry raised his own beer. “For is it not written that the geek shall inherit the earth.”

 As Charlie was toasting that particular sentiment another girl headed their way. She was in a stripper’s rendition of a ballet costume, complete with toe shoes. Next to him, Ian felt Don straighten up.

 “Oh, Charlie,” Don said quietly, “You’re going to get me in trouble.” Down at the other end Charlie had a shit-eating grin on his face.

 “All for you, Don,” Charlie said. Ian watched as the girl began to give Don a slow, sultry and very inspired lap dance. After a couple of minutes Ian leaned across Colby to whisper to Charlie.

 “Ballet dancers?”

 Charlie’s grin got bigger. “Everyone’s got a secret thing, I just happen to know what Don’s thing is.”

 The girl was running the point of a toe shoe across Don’s chest and Don looked like he’d stopped breathing. When the girl spun around Don took a quick swig of beer and put the bottle down directly into his lap in what was obviously a desperate attempt to keep a little blood in his brain as opposed to other places.

 As one song from the sound system turned into another other girls came over, obviously one for each of them. A little Japanese Cowgirl in red cozied up to Larry. Ian would have sworn the part time monk would have been completely uncomfortable that close to a stripper but Larry just leaned back and seemed to enjoy himself.

 Ian was trying to get a good look at the handcuffs that dangled from the belt of the girl who was dancing for David when a reasonably good looking blonde landed in his field of vision. She was curvier than most of the other girls, dressed in a black leather corset that gave her the type of curves Ian loved to get his hands on. He wasn’t sure how exactly Charlie knew that about him but for the time being he wasn’t complaining.

A girl next door cheerleader ran her pompoms across Colby’s chest and Charlie… Ian found his attention torn between the blonde on his lap and the blonde on Charlie’s. It wasn’t that she was any better looking, but it was the way Charlie was looking at her. Charlie had leaned back, stretching his legs out, forcing the girl to spread her legs to stand over them. And Charlie watched her eyes. Just her eyes, as far as Ian could tell, moving his head ever so slightly to follow them. Ian could see the girl begin to falter in her dance and blush. She tried to drop her eyes. Charlie made the smallest of tisking sounds and the girl’s head snapped back up. Ian sucked in a deep breath and realized what was happening. Charlie was dominating the girl. He hadn’t said a word or laid a hand on her, but Ian could tell that in anther ten minutes that girl would be willing to suck Charlie off in front of the lot of them just to make him happy. She kept dancing and Charlie kept looking at her eyes, pouring his will over her. It was simultaneously one of the most disturbing and most erotic things Ian had seen in a long time.

 Ian quickly looked around. The other men and the other dancers all seemed oblivious to what was happening at the far end of the booth. The girl finally faltered in her dance and stopped, head down and breathing hard. Charlie reached out and broke the no touching rule by placing a finger under her chin and raising her head. With his other hand, Charlie rolled a bill into a tight tube that spoke of a long ago bad habit then slid it behind her ear. The girl blushed bright red and with the slightest move of his head Charlie sent her scurrying off.

 Ian turned his attention back to the corseted girl moving against his lap. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “Girls aren’t allowed to dance for the Professor more than a couple of times. They get too attached to the way he looks at them.”


 Anne watched as Mary laid a hand against Megan’s stomach.

 “Girl,” Mary said. “An old soul, but feisty.”


 The girls had gone and Charlie had stated it was time for food. Ian did notice that his stomach was a little too empty to be loading it with any amount of alcohol. Some beautiful girls in tight black dresses were headed their way carrying trays. Charlie leaned around to talk to Don.

 “Don, remember I told you a bit about the fun of fluid dynamics?”

 “Yes?” Don answered carefully.

 “Consider this a blast from my past for tonight.” Charlie said with a grin. The girls put down the trays, showing off substantial cleavage in the process, and lifted the lids to reveal a not insubstantial amount of caviar on ice. They also began pouring champagne from bottles with yellow labels.

 “Oh, hell,” Don said softly.

 “Would you like a taste?” one of the girls asked in an eastern European accent. She scooped up a few of the black eggs with a tiny bone spoon and held it out seductively.

 “Charlie, you’re going to get me in trouble.” Don said before leaning in and clearing the eggs from the spoon. After that everyone dove in, helped along by beautiful girls who perched on the edge of the table to feed them not just the caviar but tidbits of fruit, meat, and cheese. All top quality.

 Ian was feeling his head begin to spin. He’d already surpassed his regular alcohol intake, which was little to none. Unfortunately, he’d seen both Don and Charlie put back three or four beers in a row and walk a straight line and had heard stories about how much the Eppes men in general could keep down. Ian shoved a caviar covered mini pancake in his mouth in an attempt to soak up some alcohol but had the feeling it was already too late. Ian sent up a prayer to whomever might be listening that he wouldn’t do anything too stupid tonight, like grope Charlie and incur the wrath of Colby.

 Speaking of Charlie, Ian looked beyond the petite Asian girl that had been feeding him grapes with a pair of lethal looking chopsticks to where Charlie was half curled up against Colby’s side. Without even looking at Charlie, Colby picked up a bit of pineapple and held it out to the professor. Charlie nibbled it from Colby’s fingers, then cleaned Colby’s fingers of the juices. Colby didn’t even seem to be paying attention, like Charlie ate from his fingertips every day. ‘Maybe he does.’ The thought popped into Ian’s head and Ian found his pants suddenly restrictive and he tried to drag his eyes back to the girl in front of him. Before he managed that, though, Charlie caught his eye, smirked and made a production out of eating a grape. Ian squeezed his eyes shut. ‘Oh, Ian, you are so screwed.’


 Anne knew she was grinning like an idiot as ‘Mitch’ danced on their tabletop in little more than a gold thong. She found she really didn’t care.


 Don had to say he was enjoying himself. There was something to be said for a night of decadence. The food had been cleared away and Don was enjoying a soft buzz and a full stomach. Charlie had warned them not to get too wasted as there were other stops for the night.

 A couple of girls were now slowly dancing on their table with judicious amounts of touching going on between them. As they got down to their final scraps of clothing Charlie turned to the group. “I’m going to hit the dance floor. Get the blood flowing for a bit. Anyone want to join me?”

 Don shook his head and was only marginally aware of Ian getting up.

 The girls finished undressing each other and made their goodbyes. Don looked around and tried to do some thinking through the alcohol. “Wait, is Ian dancing with Charlie?” he suddenly asked. Don and David looked at each other.

 “Oh, I’ve got to see this,” David said quickly and got up, the rest of the group following.

 They pushed through the crowd out in the other room until they spotted Ian and Charlie. Don felt his jaw drop. Colby had mentioned that Charlie could dance but what he was watching was possibly closer to vertical fucking, and with Ian who was moving like he was made of liquid sex. The two weren’t actually touching, which was probably a good thing. Touching would probably produce some pheromone-induced combustion that would burn the place down.

 “Well,” said David. “I guess we know what team Ian’s playing for.”

 Don looked at Colby. “Um…are you okay with that?” Don gestured to the dance floor.

 “My therapist feels I’m overly possessive of Charlie and it’s something I need to work on.” Colby said flatly.

 On the dance floor someone bumped into Charlie, pushing him into Ian. Ian grabbed Charlie’s hips so he wouldn’t topple over then didn’t let go.

 “Okay,” said Colby quickly. “That’s enough work for one night.” Colby took long strides onto the dance floor, picked Charlie up, threw him over his shoulder and walked back off the dance floor like it was the most normal thing in the world. Ian followed like a puppy who’d just had a toy taken away. Charlie just giggled drunkenly.


 “So,” Anne said, perched on Mitch’s lap. “Have you ever done any art modeling?”


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Erinstarlettmalfoy on December 23rd, 2008 06:57 pm (UTC)
Wow. Wowowowowow. This is made of win.

I don't think I'm coherent enough to really put a good effort into reviewing. I think I'll save everything until after tomorrow's chapter, if that's okay! :)

Okay, one brief quote-mention, because it was somehow my favorite part in *all* of the amazing dialog:

Colby shrugged. "I’m so immune."

::giggles:: That, and the end where he carries Charlie away. B-e-a-utiful. :P
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 23rd, 2008 06:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I hope you like tomorrow. I couple of bits are going to get intense.
t_vo0810t_vo0810 on December 23rd, 2008 08:20 pm (UTC)
Ok- it seems like with almost each new chapter I read I think to myself "This is my new favorite chapter." But seriously, THIS ONE really IS my new favorite chapter of your Whitman Verse. REALLY. Great Job. Your writing painted such a vivid picture, I felt like I was their voyeur. And seriously- who wouldn't love to be those boys' voyeur? Thanks for sharing your work.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 23rd, 2008 08:24 pm (UTC)
Well thank you for reading. I'm glad you're liking it and I hope you like the rest.
fredbassettfredbassett on December 23rd, 2008 08:21 pm (UTC)
Mmmmmmmmm, I'd love to have seen THAT dance !!
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 23rd, 2008 08:24 pm (UTC)
Wouldn't we all ;-)
riverotter1951riverotter1951 on December 23rd, 2008 09:04 pm (UTC)
They pushed through the crowd out in the other room until they spotted Ian and Charlie. Don felt his jaw drop. Colby had mentioned that Charlie could dance but what he was watching was possibly closer to vertical fucking, and with Ian who was moving like he was made of liquid sex. The two weren’t actually touching, which was probably a good thing. Touching would probably produce some pheromone-induced combustion that would burn the place down. . .Ian followed like a puppy who’d just had a toy taken away. Charlie just giggled drunkenly.

Poor Ian. He needs someone who understands him and makes him happy. He reminds me of a puppy looking out of the pet show window for someone to take him home.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 23rd, 2008 09:12 pm (UTC)
Don't worry. There's someone waiting in the wings for Ian who will be very good for him.
wcpjfditdov on December 23rd, 2008 09:10 pm (UTC)
The boys are just so hilarious. All this crazy stuff they do, some of it sounds almost morally objectionable, but, ah, the things they get away with...

Charlie can dominate people just by looking at them? Wow.

Ian is coming out of the closet soon? At this rate, he wouldn't be able to hide much longer. Charlie caught him off guard (deliberately)? It seemed to me Ian wasn't someone who would lose control of his alcohol intake, but Charlie, well nobody can say no to Charlie, even if he never actually 'asked'.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 23rd, 2008 09:14 pm (UTC)
I think Ian's a little more relaxed about letting his guard down around these guys seeing as how at this rate Charlie and Don are likely to end up his 'brothers'.
ninou1ninou1 on December 23rd, 2008 09:23 pm (UTC)
Oh boy, one day little Mattie is gonna heare all of this, just like Don and Charlie from Alan.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 23rd, 2008 09:39 pm (UTC)
Well, what's the point of being a parent if you can't traumatize your grown children?
Devo79devo79 on December 23rd, 2008 09:27 pm (UTC)
Colby shrugged. “I’m so immune.”

But then...

“Okay,” said Colby quickly. “That’s enough work for one night.” Colby took long strides onto the dance floor, picked Charlie up, threw him over his shoulder and walked back off the dance floor like it was the most normal thing in the world. Ian followed like a puppy who’d just had a toy taken away. Charlie just giggled drunkenly.

ladygray99ladygray99 on December 23rd, 2008 09:38 pm (UTC)
Hearing about it is a little different to watching your bf dirty dance with Ian.
foolartist02: charlie thinking bwfoolartist02 on December 23rd, 2008 11:20 pm (UTC)
I love this chapter. Money bags charlie is too funny for words. And dominating the stripper with his eyes was damn sexy. Wonderful chapter! Especially the end: “Okay,” said Colby quickly. “That’s enough work for one night.”
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 24th, 2008 01:20 am (UTC)
:) Thanks. See you tomorrow.
mikes_grrl on December 24th, 2008 02:56 pm (UTC)
Heheheh....I re-read this when I woke up and had my coffee. Totally enjoyable! And I KNEW Charlie would have taken them to a brothel if he could. And oh, please, I want to go party with Charlie now! nom nom nom.

I like the flashes of the bride's party setting off the debauchery of the bachelor party, and I loved Anne's line there at the end which is SUCH a come-on but really isn't at all. LOL!

I'll be honest, I'm not sure how to take the dynamics of Charlie/Ian/Colby. Mainly because of Colby, tbh. Colby's a traditionalist -- if Charlie was a girl, they would be SO wedded by now, with a big family shindig that would put Don's to shame. For all his worldly experience and queer ways, he's still a down home farm-bred boy who wants true love and values monogamy and wants a family. In fact I feel really bad for him that Charlie is so averse to them having their own kids; Colby's going to be that 'childless auntie' who dotes on all the children around him because he never got any of his own.

I think Ian and Charlie could hook up with no strings attached and have a good time -- they are both sluts in their own ways and are comfortable with that. But Colby just ISN'T and it seems unfair to me for Charlie to push him into a threesome; in fact I don't think Colby would take well to even being asked to do it. I loved him carrying Charlie off the dance floor, it was funny, but it was also very revealing. Colby does NOT share well.

There are the interesting elements you've left hanging: Colby's nascent awareness that he really IS a dom by nature, and could enjoy that if he let himself; and Charlie's own dom tendancies which -- aside from topping from the bottom, which isn't quite the same thing -- are not getting any release. From that angle I could see introducing a third element, but it would take some work, methinks. Not that it would be asking too much of you, though. heheheh. That said, I'm not sure Ian is the right element. Not from what you've shown us so far.

So, to be honest, a Charlie/Ian/Colby threesome would squick me at this stage. That's where I stand...well, you ASKED!!!!!
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 24th, 2008 07:16 pm (UTC)
Yes I did ask 'cause I do love your meta analysis of my fics. I'm not really planing a Charlie/Colby/Ian threesum (at least in this 'verse) but there are plans for Charlie/Colby/Ian/Martin in the next one.

I do agree Colby is a traditionalist. I wounder what it would take to get the boys hitched? ;-)

As for kids, well the discussion will be had in a more proper form in the next story.
Mia: ianmia_dcwut_09 on January 2nd, 2009 12:52 am (UTC)
loved the ending
colby with his enough work
i could totallly hear venom in his voice and see it
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 2nd, 2009 12:53 am (UTC)
Colby's just a little clingy when it comes to Charlie.
(no subject) - mia_dcwut_09 on January 2nd, 2009 02:14 am (UTC) (Expand)
laura_trekkielaura_trekkie on January 18th, 2009 05:56 pm (UTC)
I don't think I've stopped giggling for this whole chapter! There was far too much for me to pick out favourite lines. Suffice to say that Charlie has some good ideas and I wonder what else he has planned?

ladygray99ladygray99 on January 19th, 2009 04:51 am (UTC)
Always glad when I can get people to giggle.
twins_m0m on February 4th, 2009 05:57 pm (UTC)
I absolutely love your use of dialogue. The banter between the guys was great! Colby's snarky humor was dead on (save which ever was screaming the loudest; I'm so immune). Larry firing the gun was wickedly funny. Interesting jobs those students have at the strip joint. I found Charlie's display of both dominance and submission interesting. I know he's leans toward submission with Colby, but I wonder if he ever would like to switch. Colby getting jealous was cute. And finally I loved the snippets of Anne's party. It looked fun as well. Sorry this is SO late. RL just keeps getting crazy.
ladygray99ladygray99 on February 5th, 2009 01:42 am (UTC)
Well It's good to see you back. I'm never sure if I hit the humor right, I always just try to make it sound natural.
(Anonymous) on January 11th, 2010 08:49 am (UTC)
They all looked destined to become weird, lecherous little old ladies that told very dirty jokes and kept a few too many cats. AHAHAHAHA MY GLORIOUS FUTURE!

Also, I don't know if I've said this before but you have a really spot-on voice for both Larry and Alan. I can hear them in my head when I read the dialog, and too often they feel 'off' to me in fic.
mass_hipgnosis on January 11th, 2010 09:40 am (UTC)
oh, heh, this was me. stupid anon memes!
(no subject) - ladygray99 on January 11th, 2010 04:58 pm (UTC) (Expand)
fractalmoonfractalmoon on November 27th, 2012 11:09 pm (UTC)
"Ian followed like a puppy who’d just had a toy taken away. Charlie just giggled drunkenly."

Bwahaha. Charlie's such an instigator. This whole chapter is so much fun. LOL'd at Charlie's consternation that Ian was friends with Rosie and Bob.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 3rd, 2012 03:37 pm (UTC)
Fun!Charlie is fun. I do like to think that even in canon there is a wild man under all the math. I mean we're introduced to the character rushing down a hill in a high speed gravity car and we learn he lost his driver's license for speeding.