OUR car?! (RP with isabelowens)

[agentcampbell]

Campbell had been preparing to check his blood sugar when Isabel had flounced in and practically slapped him in the face with a pair of panties in a small plastic baggy thing. She distracted him and stabbed his finger much harder than he should have. "Ow, fuck!" he cursed, dropping the small monitoring lancet onto his desk. He quickly smeared the blood droplets onto one of the strip and shoved it into the small electronic meter, then pushed out of his chair to stalk over to Isabel's desk.

"What?!" he cried in aggravation, throwing up his hand.

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[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

Isabel gave him a look that said he better be careful what else he says about her 'female PMS'. She hadn't thought she'd been that bad, and really... it was only Campbell's continual rubbing in of his healthy sex life that was starting to get to her.

"Whatever. I'm going to the party. Doesn't mean you need to play pimp."

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

"I never play pimp. I just lightly suggest. My eyes will be peeled for my own prospects. I won't have time to think about anyone else's. My brother will be there with a bunch of his mates. His wife is letting him out to play for the night, even though she doesn't trust me as far as she can spit on me," Campbell said with a snigger.

He pricked his finger and squeezed it so the blood would come more freely. He finished up and dropped the meter onto his desk to wait for it to beep. "On the other hand, Frank's not allowed out to play. His Mummy wants him home for a family thing."