car keys.

[coconutextract]

The blonde who flounces into the bar - flounces would be as good a word as any to describe the way in which she throws herself into a chair, glaring at nothing in particular - is, in a word, annoyed"Can I have a drink, Bar? Please?" she asks, trying to throw a little extra affection into her voice on the hopes that she'll get something good

Comments

[blueshifted]

Barney wanders down to the bar to grab some dinner, but instead spots Izzie looking pretty upset, even given how they met.

He's got a smile on his face by the time he walks over, even though he's a little concerned. "Hey, Izzie? You okay?"

[[OOC: Heading to bed, but wanted to tag before I did so. Hope that's okay!]]

[blueshifted]

"I'd hope not, anyway," he says, eating a spoonful of soup after waiting for it to cool down. Then he notices her playing with her umbrella.

"Was that a Cosmo or something?"

[coconutextract]

"It was. I wanted something stronger, but you know Bar's humor. She gave me this. I think she was trying to tell me I don't need to get drunk tonight.

"Besides, alcohol plus Izzie can sometimes equal very poor judgment."

[blueshifted]

"Ahh. I knew a few people like that, back in the day. I don't usually ever drink any more than 2 beers if I'm drinkin'--it's not worth the hangover to me."

[coconutextract]

"See, you'd think that being a doctor, and knowing my history with drinks, I'd learn when to quit."

She smiles to herself.

"I guess I just get stressed out, and right now, alcohol's one of the more convenient ways to relieve the tension."

[blueshifted]

"Well, people have to have something to relieve stress. It's much better than my physics doctor friend--he declawed a zombifying alien for a pet. Anything after that? Is completely normal, in my book. Though I think she causes more stress than she relieves, to be honest."

[coconutextract]

"Wow. Okay, no aliens for me, thanks." Izzie chuckles.

"For a while, my way of dealing with stress was completely inappropriate sex. But then one of my friends and I took up knitting in place of that. I actually made a pretty good sweater. And then... I kind of fell off the knitting bandwagon again."

[blueshifted]

"I kind of went through that, in high school. The eighties," he says by way of explanation. "But, um. Then I met..." A quick look flashes across his face before he switches the topic.

"So what do you do instead of knitting?"

[coconutextract]

"Instead of knitting? Well, this, for starters," she says, pointing to her now-empty glass.

"And if I said the inappropriate sex wasn't still going on every now and then, I'd be lying."

[blueshifted]

"Well, there's no sex where I'm from, so I have no ground to even say anything about that," Barney says with a shrug.

"You, Izzie, need a hobby. You're in Milliways--there's got to be something you can learn that's not booze, right?"

[coconutextract]

"Something that's not performing surgery, baking or knitting, you mean?" Izzie grins slightly.

"Those seem to be the three things that could be categorized as 'hobbies'."

[blueshifted]

"You just admitted you don't knit that much anymore. So that doesn't count. Baking, though. That's good, that'll work," he grins. "Not sure about the surgery. I really doubt you go in and ask 'Got any surgeries I can perform?' when you're off-duty." God knows he wouldn't.

[coconutextract]

"Knitting doesn't count? Damn." She snaps her fingers. "I do bake, though. I make a mean batch of muffins.

"And you'd be surprised. Sometimes when there's nothing to do, I kind of sit at home and pray that my pager goes off."

[blueshifted]

"Do any reading?" He has a really hard time believing that Izzie has all that around her that she could do, and she doesn't make use of it. "Or do you just enjoy surgery that much?"

[coconutextract]

"You know, I probably should do more of that - and something that isn't in a medical journal."

Izzie pauses, shrugging slightly. "Everything's so competitive at the hospital right now, it's hard to distance myself from it."

[blueshifted]

"Probably, yeah," he grins. "What do you mean, competitive?"