[for warrick and karen]

[formerfratboy]

While Nick didn't spend as much time in the lab as his coworkers and other lab-type friends did, he still let the honor fall to him to show Warrick around the place.  He had the nagging feeling that he was supposed to be somewhere, but he couldn't quite remember what he was supposed to be doing.  So instead, he walked Warrick through the lab, talking to him about the various projects and tasks they had going on at the moment.

"And... that's pretty much it," Nick said, gesturing at the lab after he'd given Warrick the walk-through.  "If we were living back in 1980 or something, this would have been pretty cutting edge."  He leaned up against a counter, crossing his arms over his chest.  "And now, we just... make do with what we've got."  At least their lab seemed to be staffed by the best of the best.  Nothing to complain about there. 

He paused, hooking his fingers in the beltloops of his jeans, and cocked his head to the side, then, as if remembering something.  That thing he was supposed to be doing?  He remembered what it was now, and he was going to have one mildly annoyed girlfriend if he didn't get out to her hut soon.

"Hey, man," Nick said, looking over at Warrick, "I've got to run over to Karen's, I left my binoculars over there and she said she was going to start spying on the neighbors if I didn't come get them soon.  You gonna be cool here?"

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[callofkaren]

Karen was half caught between wanting to sit down and laugh for a good long while and half wanting to pull Nick aside and let him know how adorable he was. Actually, she could probably do both later.

She also decided right then and there that Warrick was alright. "I'm gonna have to agree, Warrick."

[formerfratboy.livejournal.com]

Nick's head reeled with the conversation bouncing back and forth. "We're talking about my ass now," he said, almost making it to a question.

He shook his head, finally bursting into laughter when he thought back over the conversation. "Man, you are ... you are something else, Warrick," he said, grinning. "You -- oh, man, just you wait." No one played Nick Stokes like that without at least getting.... some sort of nerdy retribution.

[alaspoorwarrick.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, yeah." I mime his gums flapping with my hand. "All talk and no play, Nick. All talk and no play."

Now baiting Nicky is not the best idea. Most of his stuff is pretty played out, but my boy's a nerd. And I never met a nerd who didn't bring his A-game when it came to revenge.

But, it's worth it, you know what I'm saying? 'Cos I got to bust my boy's chops for awhile, and none of us are standing around scuffing our toes in the dirt not meeting each others' eyes while doing the 'who does he love more?' dance. Now? We're all old friends, and me and Karen are gonna get on real fine.

So I sling my arm around Nicky's shoulders, reach out with the other hand to muss his hair, then turn a smile on Karen that'd melt butter in a freezer. "A'ight, Miss Filippelli, you and I gotta make a deal, here. You tell me what my boy's been getting up to on the island, and I'll tell you..." I smirk at Nick. "Anything you want to know."

Within reason. There are some things a man won't dish about his bros. But Karen? She's cool, and I'm guessing that won't be a problem.

[callofkaren]

That was an offer Karen couldn't really refuse. Not entirely anyway; it wasn't like this was the one and only time she would talk to Warrick, she was making sure of that. Nick couldn't be around all the time.

"Nothing interesting to report," she said, giving Nick a look that said he was getting off easy for now. "Unless you count the war the jukebox has on Nick, anyway."

And she was keeping it light, because the rest wasn't her place to say.