"OW! Fuck!"

Billy and Gail looked up from their respective magazines (Billy's - Kilt World; Gail's - Hot Swimmers Weekly) and stared at Elijah, who was crouched in front of the big screen TV, cursing to himself and sometimes to the whole room.

"Fuc---"

"Elijah," Billy interrupted, leaning forward and dropping his magazine on the floor in front of him. "What have you done to yourself now?"

Elijah looked up from where he was cradling his finger and scowled at his friend. "I have burnt my finger on your damn television cords," he said evenly.

Billy raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "And why are you messing about with my television cords?"

"I'm trying to set the DVD player up so we can record," he muttered, turning back to the TV just as Dom entered the room, a bottle of beer in his hand.

"What are you doing, Lij?" Dom questioned, dropping down onto the sofa between Gail and Billy.

Elijah made a noncommital sound in the back of his throat and pressed the on button on the DVD player; as he did so, several things happened. One was that the TV came on full blast, causing Elijah to fall backwards, screaming. Another was the front door opening and Nessa coming in the house with Oliver James and the third thing was Gail rushing to get some ice for Elijah, who started screaming about landing on his finger when he fell backwards.

Cursing as loud as he could, Elijah shuffled into the kitchen, holding his finger out in front of him.

"Hi!" Nessa said brightly to everyone, interlocking her hand with Oliver's. "We're here! The party can start!"

"WOOOOOOOT!" Billy screamed, bouncing over to greet her while Dom continued sitting on the couch, looking at the TV sourly.

"Hi, Dom," Nessa said gently, walking over to him while Billy and Oliver entered into a rousing conversation about something or another. "How are you?"

"Fine," Dom replied tersely, not looking at her. "And how are you?"

"Good," she said slowly, sitting beside him and looking at the television. "Lost is on soon, isn't it?"

"Yes," he said gruffly.

Normally, Dom would not be so cold to anyone, but he and Nessa had broken up about two months previous and he was still coming to terms with her having a new boyfriend (in the form of a very hot British actor; the only difference between Oliver and Dom was that Oliver could sing, but if you asked Dom, he would say he sang wonderfully as well...even when he didn't).

Gail and Elijah came out of the kitchen, Gail holding an icepack to Elijah's 'wound' and directing him onto the other couch, before lowering herself beside him to play nurse.

He glanced at the television, giving it his best death glare, but all that happened was a show beginning. "MY EYES!" Elijah cried, covering his eyes as quickly as possible.

"What's the matter?" Billy questioned from the other side of the room.

"Dom's naked!"

Nessa and Gail both fell off the couch and then directed their attention to the TV; Lost was on, but there was no naked Dom.

"It's not nice to lie, Elijah," Gail stated, giving him a repremanding look.

"That wasn't me," Dom said, scowling at his friend, "That was Matt Fox. He's the one who's always naked."

"Oh, right," Elijah said brightly, uncovering his eyes. "My mistake."

Nessa glared at him. "Don't get our hopes up like that again, Wood, or your other finger will need ice."

"That was a pretty weak threat," Dom said conversationally, taking a sip of his drink.

Oliver was laughing as he went over to sit beside Nessa; he slid his arm around her and she snuggled into him. "Bill's gone to put on his new kilt; he's going to model for me."

Dom sputtered some beer out of his mouth and then went to wipe his mouth with his sleeve, only he missed and ended up with the bottle stuck to his nose.

"Bill!" He cried in outrage, moving the bottle from side to side. "I thought you only modeled kilts for me!"

"Oliver's my special guest!" Billy yelled back and then there was a horrendous thud and a girlish shriek.

"Jesus," Elijah commented, his eyes fixated on the television screen. "What's Billy doing in there?"

"What happened!?" Gail hollered.

"I fell in a bowl of porridge," Billy said sadly, coming back into the living room, a bowl of porridge perched precariously atop his head. "I was eating some porridge last night in bed, but I fell asleep and I must had dropped the bowl onto the floor. I was trying to find my new kilt, and I put my foot right in the bowl and went arse over teakettle. And landed in this other bowl," he said, pointing to his head, looking discontent, "Which I had stowed in there for porridge emergencies in the middle of the night."

Everyone started laughing hysterically, making random comments about how they knew Billy shouldn't eat so much porridge. Dom manged to get the beer bottle off his nose due to his loud laughter unsticking it some and Nessa elbowing him as she shifted herself on the couch in order to kiss Oliver better.

The laughter died down a bit after a while, when Billy's lip started quivering.

"I've lost my kilt!" He wailed, wiping his eyes. "Can someone help me find it, please?"

"Can't. I'm on TV." That was Dom's excuse.

"My eyes aren't working properly at the moment." Elijah, of course.

"I can't move my arm 'cause Nessa's on it." Oliver.

"I'm on Oliver's arm." Nessa.

Gail sighed and stood up. "I'll help you, Billy. Come on."

Halfway through Lost, Billy and Gail emerged from the bedroom, Billy twirling about in his new kilt and Gail carrying a huge stack of porridge bowls.

"He has them hidden all over the room in case he needs a quick midnight snack," Gail explained, heading into the kitchen, shaking her head.

Billy smiled at everyone assembled in his living room. "Look at my new kilt!"

Everyone looked at him (it was a commercial, so that was no trouble).

"Cool," Elijah said, nodding and turning his attention to a commercial for tulip bulbs.

"That's brilliant, mate," Oliver said, smiling at Billy, who grinned back.

"Great kilt," Nessa said, clearing her throat.

Dom blinked. "Bill. Your kilt..."

"Yes, Dominic?" Billy inclined his head toward Dom, batting his eyelashes.

"It's got you on it! You're wearing you!"

"Ahhhh, yes," Billy said, smiling fondly at his kilt. "I had it made specially. Being wrapped up in yourself is the greatest fantasy in the world."

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