Spill It by Karen (krh) "Okay, spill it." "Spill what?" Roy Desoto asked, confusion on his face. "What's bothering you, that's what," John Gage said, leaning on the desk and laying the handi-talkie on it before staring knowingly at this partner. "Nothing's bothering me," Roy replied innocently. "Uh huh. That's why you're doing it again." "Doing what?" "Chewing on your lip," John said smugly, standing upright and putting his hands on his hips. "You only do that when you're bugged about something." Self-consciously, Roy's hand shot part way to his face before he was able to stop it. Shifting uncomfortably, he denied the accusation. "I do not chew my lip." "Uh huh," John said again, doubt dripping from each letter. Bringing in reinforcements, John turned to the nurse behind the desk trying to ignore the banter and get her work done. "Dixie, help me here. Roy says he doesn't chew on his lip when he's bugged. I say he does. I'm right now, aren't I?" Dixie McCall gathered up her chart and stood up. "Well, he could be bugged or he could be just trying to get the cool aid off of it." Smiling, she managed to get out of earshot before breaking into laughter. |