[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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[alaspoorwarrick.livejournal.com]

I know that look. It's one part pussy-whipped and one part oh shit. Now, I'm cool here, and I could let him go, but what's a best friend for if not to get a guy in trouble with his lady, you know?

So I give him the aw, man, you're not leaving me here eyes, and say, "Nah, I'm thinking it's time I meet your lady." Then I pause a beat, smile wicked, and add, "I promise not to call you 'Baby' in front of her."