[He takes a step back himself, as she turns, to look her over. But his opinion should be taken for granted by now. He joins in with the game, instead, looking up from her to her would be suitor]
That's going to be hard on him. Because if he doesn't rate them, I might not like that. And if he rates them on you too much, I really might not like that. [He blinks.] Did you have an opinion, Doctor...
If my jewelry doesn't make a statement without me having to tell the story, then I'm not going to wear it.
[And isn't that the truth. She turns a bit, and her focus goes on the poor sap who is staring at her like she's a snake that might bite him if he looks away.
He mutters something about them being nice, and she shakes her head.]
No taste. Sorry.
[And she reaches for Chase's hand, effectively cutting this guy out of her life.]
[Saya, you've met doctors. There's a correlation between being smart in one field of life and sadly lacking in other normal human sensibilities. The intern lingers. Doctor Chase... is it, am I?
It's enough to make Chase wince. (It reminds him, a little, of someone he used to be). And he's not actively cruel, so.]
Look, I don't fire anyone for screwing up outside of the wards. So get back on them. And tell her her heels are hot next time, it's true.
[Then he flees. Chase looks up at the clock.]
The drunken rush has barely started. [And back.] I thought I might skip it this year.
[By thought he might, he means he's already clocked off. The nurse who fetched him found him in the last few minutes of catching up with the last minute jobs that always present themselves on the way out of the door.]
You want to go to a party?
[The you is inflected. Lux is less noisy, but it's new year's. Nowhere's going to be quiet. Least of all anywhere implying it plans to celebrate. ]
I'm told a relationship isn't all about one person. I know you like it.
[Besides she likes going out with Chase. She's had a relatively boring day, mostly working on things that are precise like a pin, because most of the car repair work is finished outside of his car, and she's waiting on a part to come in.]
[It's true, he's nudged her about a few parties, gone to a couple on his own. He doesn't exactly mind, but he'd always take her company over the alternative.
He spreads his arms, today's suit dark purple and well tailored.]
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[He takes a step back himself, as she turns, to look her over. But his opinion should be taken for granted by now. He joins in with the game, instead, looking up from her to her would be suitor]
That's going to be hard on him. Because if he doesn't rate them, I might not like that. And if he rates them on you too much, I really might not like that. [He blinks.] Did you have an opinion, Doctor...
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[And isn't that the truth. She turns a bit, and her focus goes on the poor sap who is staring at her like she's a snake that might bite him if he looks away.
He mutters something about them being nice, and she shakes her head.]
No taste. Sorry.
[And she reaches for Chase's hand, effectively cutting this guy out of her life.]
Are you stuck here?
[If he's smart he'll flee.]
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It's enough to make Chase wince. (It reminds him, a little, of someone he used to be). And he's not actively cruel, so.]
Look, I don't fire anyone for screwing up outside of the wards. So get back on them. And tell her her heels are hot next time, it's true.
[Then he flees. Chase looks up at the clock.]
The drunken rush has barely started. [And back.] I thought I might skip it this year.
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[She's pleased with that assessment.]
If you decide to skip it, I would very gladly take you out. There's a party at Lux.
[Lux, which doesn't play music quite as loudly as the Blue Light.]
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You want to go to a party?
[The you is inflected. Lux is less noisy, but it's new year's. Nowhere's going to be quiet. Least of all anywhere implying it plans to celebrate. ]
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I'm told a relationship isn't all about one person. I know you like it.
[Besides she likes going out with Chase. She's had a relatively boring day, mostly working on things that are precise like a pin, because most of the car repair work is finished outside of his car, and she's waiting on a part to come in.]
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He spreads his arms, today's suit dark purple and well tailored.]
Will I do?
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You'll more than do, I think.
[She takes his arm, winding her fingers in his]
It's so much better when you have clothes that are well-tailored for you.
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And he laughs, at that.]
"It's so much better when you don't dress yourself, Robert."
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[She sounds relatively proud of herself, though.]
You weren't a slob before. Simply not as sharply dressed. Tony Foster. He was a slob.
[How funny that she remembers him. How funny that she's bringing him up.]
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Tony Foster?
[As he escorts her through the halls.]
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[That's about as much as she remembers about him. He got her out. On accident. That wasn't what he had been going for.]
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[Yes, it's always going to be a question when she brings up men he's never met.]
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No. He was gay, anyway.
[She wrinkles her nose again.]
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You don't have a problem with gays.
[She practically collects them.]
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[That's the part she has a problem with.]
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You're right. I wasn't even a slob in med school, and I had mates who were growing cultures in their laundry pile.
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[It's a perfectly valid question, considering!!!]
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Cleaner. Brave woman.
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[Not so lucky her.]
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[Rich, white, over-privileged and over-educated. At least he's aware.]
But we tipped well.
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