Is there going to be a throw down? [rp for Abby]
Lee’s in a foul mood after rounding with Harold, the young know it all irking his last nerve with his constant idiotic questions and in front of patients at that. By the time he’s at Ike’s for the celebration, mainly there because Neela wanted to go and because he feels that Pratt deserves congratulations, he’s more than happy to accept the beer from Grady. He’s not even considering anything other than how smooth the cold liquid tastes after a sweltering day in the OR. This heatwave’s been brutal.
A couple of beers later and the prospect of food does wonders to calm his attitude. Neela’s no longer being stand offish with him and even though she persists in talking about Harold, even asking him to be nice to the kid, Lee’s starting to unwind. If she wants to waste her time mentoring the hot mess that is Zalinski, he’ll let her. For the next month at least.
Then he hears her. Hears the mild commotion she causes as she comes into Ike’s. “I love Frank…” he hears his wife announce to all and sundry. Getting up from his seat he makes his way over to where Abby is, a feeling of dread growing in the pit of his stomach. He had thought she went home early. Was at home with Lily. Watching her parade around and place party hats on people’s heads and playfully flirt with them in a manner so unlike the woman he knows, Lee can’t help but feel embarrassed. For her and by her. What the hell is she doing?
As he meets up with her at the bar, he no longer wonders, he can tell she’s three sheets to the wind. Her threatening him with a throw down is just icing on the cake. Giving her a tight smile he catches the party horn she tosses at him. Nods at Neela asking if she’s okay and ignores Sam’s comment about blowing off steam. He loses track of Abby in her flurry of activity and for a moment wonders what to do with his drunken wife. It’s not until he sees Pratt leading her outside that he makes a decision.
Settling up the bill with the rest of the party, Lee makes his good byes and heads outside, catching the tail end of Abby’s shouting match with Pratt. He grits his teeth. She’s making a fool of herself, jeopardizing her career and god knows how many patients. Oh, Abigail…he thinks to himself as he clears his throat, hoping to get her attention now that they are alone on the sidewalk.
A couple of beers later and the prospect of food does wonders to calm his attitude. Neela’s no longer being stand offish with him and even though she persists in talking about Harold, even asking him to be nice to the kid, Lee’s starting to unwind. If she wants to waste her time mentoring the hot mess that is Zalinski, he’ll let her. For the next month at least.
Then he hears her. Hears the mild commotion she causes as she comes into Ike’s. “I love Frank…” he hears his wife announce to all and sundry. Getting up from his seat he makes his way over to where Abby is, a feeling of dread growing in the pit of his stomach. He had thought she went home early. Was at home with Lily. Watching her parade around and place party hats on people’s heads and playfully flirt with them in a manner so unlike the woman he knows, Lee can’t help but feel embarrassed. For her and by her. What the hell is she doing?
As he meets up with her at the bar, he no longer wonders, he can tell she’s three sheets to the wind. Her threatening him with a throw down is just icing on the cake. Giving her a tight smile he catches the party horn she tosses at him. Nods at Neela asking if she’s okay and ignores Sam’s comment about blowing off steam. He loses track of Abby in her flurry of activity and for a moment wonders what to do with his drunken wife. It’s not until he sees Pratt leading her outside that he makes a decision.
Settling up the bill with the rest of the party, Lee makes his good byes and heads outside, catching the tail end of Abby’s shouting match with Pratt. He grits his teeth. She’s making a fool of herself, jeopardizing her career and god knows how many patients. Oh, Abigail…he thinks to himself as he clears his throat, hoping to get her attention now that they are alone on the sidewalk.