Bodie wandered into the rest room looking for a cup of tea to wake him up. He was still smiling with the memory of the previous night's activities when Murphy's lilting tones assailed his ears.
"Bodie my son, isn't it a bit hot out for a roll neck?"
Bodie glared at Murphy. He picked at his collar and sighed. It was indeed a bit hot for a roll neck. He sighed again and poured himself a cup.
"Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag."
Bodie tried to look distraught. He failed. Murphy laughed and hovered over Bodie. He pulled at the neck fabric and peered down. An interesting array of bite marks adorned Bodie's throat.
"Looks more like the bird's out of the bag. Cor mate, she's a raver!"
Bodie smiled at the envy in Murphy's eyes.
"Definitely a raver."
Bodie's look was smug and satisfied. Murphy shifted closer, his voice hushed.
"Tell me more, tell me more."
"What's to tell Murph?"
"Her name, her number?"
Bodie chuckled. He perched on the edge of the rest room table and thought for a moment.
"Nah Murph. I don't think you could handle it."
Murphy's interest was now piqued. He leaned forward and poked Bodie on the arm.
"C'mon mate. Share the wealth. What colour hair et cetera et cetera...."
Bodie smiled. He clapped his hands together and rubbed them gleefully.
"Auburn," he purred. "Ooooohhh and the rest...green eyes, great figure,'blow job lips'...."
Murphy groaned and flopped down onto the sofa. Bodie wiggled his eyebrows provocatively and leered at Murphy.
"Blow job lips?" Murphy's eyebrows twisted at the possibility inherent in those words.
"Yank term. Inviting and lush. Most applicable in this case..." Bodie's voice trailed off as his partner chose that moment to sashay into the room.
"What's all this about 'blow job lips'?"
Doyle scanned the room's occupants and braced for trouble. Murphy looked excited and Bodie was leering.
"Bodie here was just tellin me about the little raver who marked him up."
Doyle sucked in his full lower lip and gave Bodie an amused look. He wandered closer and stood over his partner. He slid a finger into Bodie's collar and pulled it out.
"Marked up eh?"
Doyle made sure his hair tickled Bodie's nose as he stuck his head in for a look.
"Mm mm Bodie my lad. Those are some marks."
Doyle winked at Murphy. He nodded sagely and took a swig of Bodie's tea.
"You know who it is don't you, Ray."
Doyle pursed his lips and nodded.
"And you aren't going to tell are you?"
They both sucked in their bottom lips and shook their heads.
"You two are right bastards. You know that don't you."
Murphy glared at the both of them. They both smiled angelically. Murphy snorted.
"Right lads. I'll remember that the next time you try to poach one of my birds. I'm off."
Murphy stalked out in a semi-mock huff. Bodie giggled as Doyle belted him.
"Blow job lips! You Bastard!"
"Watch it mate! You'll spill me tea."
Bodie took another swig from the cup as he eyed Doyle.
"So, should I share the name of this amazing raver with Murphy?"
Bodie's tea splashed against the wall as Doyle threw himself at Bodie's neck. Several seconds of animated tussling were interrupted by Murphy's head reappearing in the doorway.
"Oi, you two. Stop fighting over the bird. Cowley wants you."
Bodie detached himself from Doyle's grasp and stepped away to straighten his jacket. He could barely contain the grin that was threatening to take over his face. Doyle didn't bother to straighten his clothes. He simply glared at Bodie who could not stop himself from making one final comment.
"You do have 'em, you know. Blow job lips...."
Bodie bolted out of the room with a roaring Doyle fast on his heels.
-- THE END --