obligatory fourth of july post

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY EVERYONE!]

[Come to the roof to do American things! Like have cookouts, and eat watermelon. Stay for the fireworks, too.]

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[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She softly laughs, looking down at her cup. Her fingers gently tracing the rim.]

I guess that should be pretty obvious. [She turns her head to look at him.] Do you drink often?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. [He swirls the remainder of the beer in his can.]

Yes. Daily. Is it that obvious?

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She laughs again, her head leaning back a little.]

Snake, you're a doctor's worst nightmare! [She hopes that he understands that's a joke. Sort of.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

I am?

[He finished off his beer with haste.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

A smoker and a drinker? Yeah, I'd say so.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[At least she only mentioned two of his vices.]

Not this again...

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm just joking with you, Snake!

[She understands, though. With all he's been through, she doesn't blame him. She knows that the only person who can make him stop is himself, not her. As much as she cares for him and wants him to.

Finishing her drink, as well, she sets the cup down.] I think I'm done for the night. I'm already a little lightheaded.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

...Hmm.

Lightweight. [He says playfully with a smirk.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She leans her elbow on the chair again and tilts her head. A playful smirk right back.]

You say that like that's a bad thing.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

No, just stating fact. That's all.

[He rubs his hand over his weary eye, then he glances back up at the night sky.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She laughs at the fact comment before she stands up to stretch. Her arms above her head, back arched a little.]

I feel like I've been sitting all day.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Because he have been. All day.

[He rises with her, mostly just cracking his old back.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She brings her arms to her sides, smiling.]

Yeah, that hot dog is going to go straight to my stomach now.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Isn't that where a hot dog should go when it has been eaten?

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Well, I mean it's going to add some extra pounds I don't need! [She laughs.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

It's just one hot dog...

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Besides, you'll always look thin and svelte standing next to me.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

You're a man, though. That's different.

[She steps closer to him, her arm faintly touching his.]

If a man and a woman were both dainty-looking, they wouldn't but such a 'handsome' couple, would they?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles.] I suppose not.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't call us Bogey and Bacall, but...

[Her hand goes to his shoulder, her cheek resting against her own arm.]

I'd think we're still a pretty handsome couple. [She looks at him with a smile.] Wouldn't you?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He nods.]

Yes...

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She gives a small laugh and then pulls away from him. Her hand lingering for a moment. Then, she silently starts to clean up their area behind him, the faint sound of the beer bottles clinging together.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

You don't have to do that. I got it...

[He turns around, deliberately getting in her way so that she will stop.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She takes a step back, a confused expression on her face.]

What? I don't mind cleaning it up.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

I'd like to help you for once- [Besides, it's in doing things that help him feel useful, otherwise he just feels useless. Maybe it's because of all his years as a soldier, he can't seem to sit still for too long. He had a hard enough time staying in his chair here all day as it is.] -let me help you. Please.