fracturedrp | It's Ladies Night

"There are about 17 things wrong with that sentence, Alisa. Fondle tigers...bet the tigers hate it." Liz is actually not hating California after her time away for the very sunny state.

"Poking...what kinda poking?" Oh, that's right, Liz can't go 'poking' because Owen's not here and she did promise not to do any field work without his watchful eye. She'd rather go poking around that see tigers get molested. "I need to get Owen to transfer chaperon rights to someone else."

Edited 2011-04-10 03:00 (UTC)

Gwen shook her head. "No poking anyone and no playing with the one armed man." She wasn't even sure that she understood what Alisa was saying, but she knew that it didn't sound too good. "I do like the idea of the make overs. Who doesn't like playing with your look a little?"

She turned to Liz, raising an eyebrow at her. "I can chaperon. Maybe? I am the one not pregnant here. So I can protect you. Be your bodyguard. Without the creepy music or making out."

She laughs at Liz who gets exactly what she's saying. "So, yes to Las Vegas?" Then there's the thought she might of confused Gwen. "The slot machines, I'm a more for craps or blackjack." This is when being knocked up is far from being anything but fun.

Alisa opens the bottle of water and she takes a drink. "You're going dry too. Is it me? Or do lots of fun things include smoking and beer?" She feels bad for Liz having to give up one of her vices right now. "I'm a social drinker, not falling down drunk in the sand either."

"But, yeah the chaperon sounds like a good idea." Alisa puts a finger to her lips. "So Vegas it is?" It's looking more and more like they'll just play cards outside of the compound. "We can just stay here instead and order take out and do make overs."

The ideas of make overs does sound fun. "Gwen, you wouldn't believe the stuff they use in the spas here." She crinkles up her nose and the thought of being bathed in fish eggs and other weird things starts to turn Alisa a little 'green'. "I'm starting to believe the population here is mostly alien."

She smiles at Gwen appreciatively, “I feel like I'm 12 again, honestly.” Liz says it like she's joking, but the idea that she's going to have Owen as watchdog, now that she's finally got time to realize what she agreed to, scares her. They just started figuring 'them' out, and this is going to lead to so much stupid couple fighty bullshit... “I'd rather have you watching my ass instead of Owen, honestly.” Liz is going to leave the part of Owen literally watching her ass unsaid.

Liz ponders the idea, then pushes back her chair and stands up. “You know that, screw it. Let's go.” She nods firmly as though she's trying to talk herself into it. “What happens in Vegas or some crap. No one will know I'm being girly and call me princess for it.”

Liz wrinkles her nose at the thought of that other spa her and Alisa went to. Barbie pink alien clones...entirely possible. “You know, we should try and sell these spas slime. It's really good for your hair.” Liz finished yet another glass of decaf iced tea and frowns. “Have to pee again...not sure if it's all this tea or,” Liz pokes her stomach with her finger. “Nah, too early for that. I'll meet you guys by the car, OK?”

Gwen could only imagine Liz trying to sell slime to a spa. "Uh, no. No slime." She shook her head and looked back and forth between the two girls. "And no, no fish eggs or other weird things. If those are my only options, I think I would rather take the makeovers. And play cards. I beat Rhys every time."

Gwen smiled at the two of them. "Sure. I can go dry. It's not fair that I can drink and you can't. We can have fun without it. Maybe make some of those fake cocktails or something? Some of the girls did that for me when I was pregnant with Anwen." She especially gave Liz a look. "I'll call you girly and princess. Just to say that I could."

She had no problem watching over Liz. The girl really did seem like she could handle herself just fine. Boys were just boys. And overprotective ones at that.

It was a nice night, they got a room in the Bellagio and after a night of fun and trying their luck out they made their way to their room. There in the big luxorious suite that's bigger than most people homes is the items to do the make overs. "Popcorn, a crappy movie and we can paint each others nails!"

Alisa heads into the bathroom and she comes running out. "You should see the size of the tub. They have that sparkling juice stuff and one big television."

There's one thing about this trip she forgot to tell Jack. The other mistake she's got her Vortex Manipulator on. This can get interesting if he finds out she's gone. "I think we need to make Vegas our spot."

Liz is already crumpled on the sofa. "No one wants me painting their nails. I'm not an artist." Liz is curled up around the pillows like a child, suddenly not into girl night one bit. "Are there any oranges?" Why yes, she's being overly worried again, thanks for noticing.

The bathrobes are pink, which Liz isn't too pleased with but whatever. Not like anyone but the girls will see her. "Define crappy movie." Liz likes 'crappy' movies, she and HB used to watch them together when they both could't sleep back at the BPRD.

"Tub?" She jumped up to her feet and ran into the bathroom. It was gorgeous. And beautiful. The size of it was just what Alisa had said. And with the juice and the television, she felt like had won the lottery. She had never seen anything this beautiful, not even with Torchwood.

Coming back into the room, she grinned at the girls. "Yes, we need to make Vegas our spot. Our beautiful and pampered spot." Gwen turned her gaze to Liz and her smile softened a little. She hated to see anyone upset. And Liz looked upset.

"Why don't we call room service? I am sure we can get you lots of oranges. Oranges just for you." She sighed and moved over to sit on the floor by Liz's feet. "I'll paint your nails. And we can order any movie that you want. You or Alisa. I'm just glad to be here. I wish I'd done better in the casino."

"Oooh, come on Liz..." Alisa sits down by the television and she pics through the movies. "Anaconda, Shark Attack 3D, Snakes on a Plane, don't forget crappy girlie movies..." Alisa's gotten used to living the lottery winner's life due to Jack's high tastes and she's not about to complain either.

She looks at the basket of fruit on the kitchen counter and then there's the bottle of wine that stares her in the face. "There's some oranges in the kitchen. Seriously, I'm not cooking a thing. That's what room service is for and they have a menu."

She grabs hold of a couple menus from the counter near the fruit basket and the box of truffles. "Liz can pick the crappy movie out." She grumbles about the casino. "I don't think anyone did exceptionally well. At least they don't have that tiger show here.." She wants to sit in the tub and even more... "There's a water park at the other hotel on the corner..." She wanders over to get a bathrobe and she gets out of her clothing. She wanders out in the pink robe and the other stuff. "I think these guys are going to be girls..."

"You didn't get Pretty in Pink," Liz chuckles as she looks over the movies. "Is that...nah, couldn't be." She passes over Shark Attack 3 and onto Snakes on a Plane."Sam Jackson...That will work."

Liz get up and grabs an orange, peeling it as though there's gold on the inside. "We'll need more. Now that I started eating them, I can't stop eating them." Liz mumbles though a bite of orange as she sits next to Gwen. "I don't need my nails painted. They'll just chip and..." Liz is missing the whole point of girls night. She does lean over and rest her head on Gwen shoulder though. "Glad you're here, too." Damn those hormones are making her affectionate.

"Ask the Doctor," Liz nods to Alisa in her pink robe. "He has a hunch I'm having a boy and you're farther along than I am."

"Snakes on a Plane." Gwen giggles and loves Liz's movie choice. Not just because she loves the movie, but because it is so Liz. She can tell from appearance and spending a little time with her that Liz tries very hard not to be the girl in the group. Hiding kisses with Owen, not liking Pretty in Pink. It makes Gwen smile.

Leaning over, Gwen rests her head against Liz's, gently rubbing her shoulder. "I'm glad we're all glad. And oranges are good for you, so don't worry about it." She looked down at Liz's fingers. "We will have to wash your hands before we paint them. Orange rind isn't a good hand treatment," she teased.

She looked up at Alisa, nodding her head in agreement. "I don't know about water park, but tigers are very interesting. I think they're beautiful creatures. Her eyes look up and down the robe, causing her to giggle a little harder. "That's... cute?"

"No, no..." Alisa looks at the cover of Shark Attack 3 and she just stares. "This guy looks like Jack..." She holds it up for the girls to see it with a shocked look on her face.

She has since forgotten she brought Jack a cd by the same guy on the cover. Then she turns around to look at Liz about the oranges. "Liz you're going to turn into an orange at this point." She puts the DVD in the player and she goes to join the girls on the couch.

She eyes the robes and she flops down. "Okay, room service demands I order one muffin top, four chins and a side of cankle fat. Tigers are neat but that looked like a nice water park."

Jack wasn't sure how he'd let New York talk him into this one. He was dressed up in a dress pair of black slacks with a dress shirt, posing as room service. He was pushing a rather large room service cart up to the room -- that housed the other Jack's underneath it. "Will you stay still under there, God," he remarked and shook his head. He was wondering just how the hell he managed to get into this. He had a hat on top of his head and looked under the cart. "Okay, just making sure everyone has their trousers on," he teased, his voice low.

He reached out and knocked on the door, smoothing down the table cloth so that no one could see them. He was wearing a pair of glasses, hat and gloves. "Room service!" he put on a voice and ducked his head, waiting for someone to open the door.

He's always had the go for a little misbehaving and this was simply fun. Jack had to talk the new guy into pushing him and his other self up to the girl's room. He's got only his greatcoat on with nothing else under him. "I've got a very nice view under here you do know."

It's a tight fit but he's excited to surprise the girls. "Oh, this is just great..." Jack then quiets down when there's that knock on the door. He can just imagine the look on their faces and he puts his fingers to his lips for Sad!Jack to keep quiet.

Oh, the ride up was loads of fun.

The last Jack in the group was glad his coat and pants still fit somewhat because he wasn't about to go a raid naked...at least not right now. "This is not going to work," he hisses softly, "we are talking about the three smartest women we know in that room right now....."

Liz actually allows Gwen to be comforting, which she needs right now, even though she'll never admit it. "Doppelganger...evil twin." Liz nods to the cover of the movie. "They say everyone's got a twin." Liz finishes the last of the oranges and sighs. "I'm...addicted. I need a crutch and apparently it's oranges."

She reaches out for a room service menu just as there's a knock and a call of room service from the other side of the door. "Um...did you guys order room service at all?" Liz glances between Alisa and Gwen. "Did we bring guns?" Untrusting Liz is untrusting.

Gwen smiled and looked down at Liz. Gently, she got up, then pulled a sofa cushion down so that Liz can rest her head against that in her absence. Yes, she could be comforting. "No, we didn't order room service yet," she said softly, looking back and forth between them. Gwen wasn't too trusting either. Moving over to her purse, Gwen picked it up and handed it to Liz. "Torchwood issue Glock. Cover me, but keep it hidden?"

Adjusting her top, Gwen moved over to to the door and peeked outside. She raised an eyebrow when she saw who was standing outside the door. It took all her effort not to laugh at what she saw. Of course, a getaway never happened without Jack there. She hoped that this was pleasure and not business.

Opening the door so that the girls could see who was there, she took a step back and leaned against it. "What were you saying about people having twins?" Her head tilted to the side, glancing back at the girls. "You know, we didn't order room service," she said to him. Her lips turned up in a smirk and she eyed Jack in his attractive outfit. "Who sent this?" Two could play at this game.

"So this guy here is Jack's evil twin." Alisa stares at the movie cover abit more. "I'd say it's an evil clone." She tosses it aside and just as she's about to call in for room service the door knocks.

With Gwen knocking on the door and when it opens. "Yup, I was right...clones..." She recalls the thinner face from the pub and she has to wonder if this is a joke. "I didn't order room service. I was about too but I think this belongs to the women next door."

A room full of very big women who'd love a cart full of Jacks. Oh, the poor boy who pushed the cart she wonders how much he was screaming in fear or enjoying this.

Jack just stood there and he winked at Gwen when she opened the door. He tilted his head and walked past her, pushing the cart on in. He leaned his hip against it and licked his lips. "Well, no ma'am, it's courtesy," he said, looking at Gwen when he said it before looking over at Alisa.

"I don't think so, miss, this is especially for you," he motioned to the cart and mouthed to the ladies. "He's naked under there, be careful."

He's got his coat over himself so he's not completely naked. Once they're inside Jack nudges the depressed Jack.

The look on their eyes will still be a pure pleasure. "Ooo, ladies..." Jack calls from under the cart. They can really use some good music right about now but with the constraints of the cart he's unable to get to his wrist-strap.

"I'm sure nobody here is going to complain." When the other comes out Jack is there to follow and he gives a little sexy dance. "You know not inviting your sexy boss and his twins here to a party is asking for all sorts of trouble."

Edited 2011-04-14 03:02 (UTC)

The last Jack in the group tumbled out of the cart with a laugh and a shake of his head. "I would like to point out that this was his idea," he said with a wave at the Jack wearing nothing but his coat, "I'm nothing but a tag along."

That didn't stop him however, winking at Gwen, Liz and Alisa himself as he played along. "And also I'm not naked...I just came to steal a kiss or two."

If this couldn't be any worse there with his hands cupped over his front here comes one poor de-clothed Harper. "Really cute Harkness! You just had to use some de-fabricator gun." No, Owen just ran into a bunch of hookers who ran off with his clothes. So, he's going to blame someone who's blamable.

He's standing there looking so very not amused and he's standing out among the very tanned Jacks. Owen pushes through the three and he goes to grab a robe.

He slips into the bathroom and he eventually comes back with one of the pink robes. "This is fucking humiliating and don't think I won't get you back for this one." He wanders over towards Liz and he looks at her robe. "Don't you dare think about laughing either."

Then there's Gwen and his Jack's wife. "Yes, the two of you both one a little bit of Harper. And, don't even think about laughing. It's all about performance and staying power girls."

Edited 2011-04-14 21:09 (UTC)

Liz is fairly sure she can cover Gwen from her spot on the sofa just fine. She groans and rolls her eyes at the shenanigans she witnesses. "You see what I said about evil twins," Liz comments as she waves a finger between the trio of Jacks. There goes all hope of a nice relaxing evening away from any craziness.

Liz averts her eyes, as per usual because naked Jack Harkness in any form, dancing, flirting, offering kisses, or otherwise, is not high on her 'need to view list'. "Boss, it's not even Friday. What the hell, are you drunk or something?"

And then of course, there's Owen. Him she can't keep her eyes off of. "Uh..." The request that she not laugh is meet with the most sheepish of nods Liz can manage as she bites her lip so hard she might start crying as she looked Owen over. Don't laugh...sure. "OK..." Liz practically chokes on her words to keep from laughing, and the only thing she can do is...yup, you guessed it, avert her eyes right back to the 2/3 naked Jack Attack on the other side of the room. "I swear I'd rather deal with a tentacle monster than you guys sometimes."

Liz sighs as she reaches for Owen's arm to pull him down on the sofa next to her. "Just ignore them, we have shitty movies and someone," she turns her head and glares at her boss and his cohorts. "is buying us shit tons of room service to make up for all this mental anguish!"

Gwen moves over to Liz and gets her gun back, returning it to her purse. She's glad she won't need it now. And maybe Jack will be impressed she wanted to protect the girls. This, she realizes, is what going mad feels like. "The worst part is I don't see any actual food on this cart," she said with a laugh.

Her eyes flick back and forth between the Jack's, before settling on Owen. Seeing him here was the last thing that she expected, but it didn't surprise her. He did feel left out last time. This wasn't the first time she had seen Owen without his clothes on. She smiled, but she didn't laugh and she didn't say one word about him. At least he and Liz could be miserable together.

Gwen shook her head as she watched the situation with amusement. "It's not stealing if you tell us you want kisses. And really, you don't need to be nude to have a bit of a snog." It depended on who you were snogging and how far you wanted to go, really. Gwen moved over to her Jack, eying him up and down. He looked much happier now than at the pub. She could only hope she had a bit of an influence on that change. "How did you get roped into this?"

Alisa was surprised to see Gwen with the gun but she can understand the nervousness from her after all. Then out come the other Jacks along with her 'naked' husband.

She rolls her eyes and she quickly face palms. "Jack if our kids aren't going to be screwed up, I'll be amazed by this one. No, I'll have enough kids to start my own basketball team." Then there comes into the mess poor Owen and she uhs. "So who's the special princess?" She tries not to laugh at the poor doctor but she's going to wind up in tears at this rate and of course there's all of the Jacks. "At least we can tell them all apart from one another."

She gives the skinny one a once over and the suit gets a bit of a chuckle. "So my husband talked you into this? I really wonder what you did to the poor guy who owned that suit. And, kiss stealing? What did you three think we were doing? We weren't having an ogry."

She rolls over on the heals of her feet to look at Liz. "Don't give them ideas Liz, I'm sure one here is pro-tentacle." This is just followed up with a sigh. "I'm going to be stuck with a bunch of little nudists for life..."

Jack was amused by this whole thing, resting his hands on his hips and watched everything going on. He looked at Gwen when she came over to face him. "Ah, well, it's hard to argue with him," he smirked a little, saying this in a tone that suggested so much innuendo that the room might explode. He winke dat her and looked over at whomever said about the tentacled monster.

"This one is pro-tentacle, better be careful what you say," he pointed to the Jack nearest him that wasn't him. And for once, it was nice to hear Owen bitching about something. He could give it some thought, but he wouldn't.

Jack looked at Alisa when she addressed him. "Yes, that he did," he replied. "He's quite persuasive when he wants to be," he teased and looked at her. "As I'm sure you know." He paused and looked down at his outfit, smiling a little. "He wasn't complaining, he seemed to enjoy my persuasion tactics."

The looks that they were met with his priceless and this is exactly what Jack was aiming for. The smile on his face is huge and he begins to button up his coat. "Oh, this was something I've been dreaming about for years." Jack looks at the skinny version of himself a bit and he waggles his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

"Okay, I was going to offer everyone here for a game of Twister but I don't think anyone is in the mood for that." Jack's got himself covered up and he mmms. "Everyone needs to feel the love that a tentacle can give." He teases the girls and then there comes poor Owen who got swarmed by a bunch of horny fat women. "You shouldn't say the doctor in front of drunken women, you of all people should know better."

He fffts at the idea of just a day being Naked. "Liz, it's Naked Hour. So, you just happened to luck out. This city here seems to thrive on sex sooo I figured why not." He wanders over towards Alisa and he places an arm around her to pull her in close. "They're going to be normal people then if that's the case. A big family eh?" Jack scrunches his face in consideration at the thought and he laughs. "I wouldn't mind it one bit." He teases and then there comes the mention of room service. "I brought my wallet with me so consider the evening on me." He says suggestively.

"That kid couldn't say no, could he, I think he might be back for more later. I think he's a bondage type."

Sad Jack laughs softly. "Hey Owen do you have another one of those robes in blue, you and Liz really should match and she would look good in blue." He winks at his other selves. "So do you lads, I feel like a shark at an all you can eat me buffet."

He's pulled over onto the couch by Liz and he goes to make sure he's covered up. Owen doesn't need to be seen naked by the countless Jack's in the room and he scowls. "There's a bar in here isn't there?" He stands up and he wanders over towards the kitchen to pull out a bottle wine and stares at it. "Right, two pregnant women and a bottle of this stuff. Gwen I never took you for a wino."

Then there's the princess comment that is met with a half hearted shrug. "Yes, you'll be wandering around knocked up for life. Harkness you should invest in condoms or Viagra."

He looks around the counter and he grabs an apple from the basket of fruit. He stares at it and he chucks it at the offending Jack. "We're not on display you bloody sod." He reaches for the bottle opener and he pops the top of the wine bottle. He pours himself a glass and he puts aside. Harper's going to try to curb his drinking -- try is the word here.

"Sex and random naked randomness are two very different things, Boss." Liz is going to do what she always does when Naked Jack is concerned; Ignore it. In this case multiple times. It's like a damn frat hour in here and no ones even been drinking. How did this even happen?

"Alisa and I can have one glass, those stupid books say so." Liz shouts as she watches the apple get winged at one of the Jacks. She's not sure which one because she's observing that 'Ignore it an maybe it'll go away' thing. She looks back at her boss skeptically. "Is part of the deal of you treating you guys staying naked, because..." Liz shakes her head. "if that's the case, no deal. I'll just take my damn movie and go to bed. You guys can...be weirdo naked room service cart stealing wierdos together."

She's torn between staying curled on the sofa and going into the kitchen to get that one glass of wine she's allowed. Trouble is, one glass is not going to undo the trauma all this Jack nakedness and tomfoolery has done to Liz's poor brain. "Owen!" She's not kidding in the least when she shouts into the kitchen. "Can I take retcon when I'm pregnant?"

Gwen winked right back at her Jack, before turning to face the others. Truth be told, she was torn about having the men there. She really had been looking forward to a girls night. Having the guys there could be fun too. Either way, she would go with the flow. If Jack was smirking and not being broody, she would consider it a good night.

"I think the problem with Twister is that you don't have any pants on, Jack." Gwen giggled and stepped closer to her Jack. "And with you mentioning tentacles, I don't want to play left foot anything near you and your open coat." Gwen watched Alisa with her Jack and smiled. She was glad that at least one Jack seemed to be happy.

Gwen smirked at Owen. "He probably does invest in the condoms. Not so sure about the Viagara." From what she knew about her Jack, he really didn't need it. Not in the slightest. As Owen reaches for the wine, Gwen goes over and pours a glass for herself. "One glass of red wine is allowed. It has no caffeine in it and it has healthy properties like lycopenes. If anyone is the wino, it's you."

"Aw, poor Liz. No retcon. And come on, they're not naked. They do have some clothes on. Stealing kisses doesn't require trousers to fall. If anything, Owen's the one who was showing off his... lack of pants," she said with a giggle.

"No, it's very hard to argue..." Alisa mrphs when Jack pulls her in close to him. She gives him a pat on the meat of his arm and a smile. "Gwen's got a point there boss about Left Foot anything with you and the open coat." Sure it's buttoned up, but there's still plenty of lose fabric to go around.

She's all but put her books aside and left them to become table place holders. "You know a little glass won't hurt me." Alisa looks at the bottle and then over at the movie where there's the evil looking Jack who might as well be consider on the scale of Patrick.

"Okaaay, enough with the lack of pants, you have pants in that cart don't you?" Alisa looks up at her Jack, the shoulder length woman has needed chairs, braces tug or other objects to get at eye level. "Yes, but in Jack's mind it does require the pants to drop."

And, then there's the skinny one and the poor guy who brings them lobsters. "I hope he's still in shape to bring up large portions of sundays and lobsters."

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