Nurse's Station - March 31st, 10:35am

[bestdamdoctor]

After the sudden loss of Sebastian, JD had been more than a little down these last few days. I think being locked up in our apartment most of his days is really starting to get to him, now that he doesn't even have the squeaky rodent to keep him company. Maybe I should get him a puppy... but hell we have no place to put the damn thing when it

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[notgarybusey]

Now, a normal person with a hectic job and a scatterbrained mind would usually freeze up and say, 'What birthday party plans??' but I think I'm way past normal already - and plus, that's more Molly's thing to do - so I answer absently, "What Carla?"

And then my eyes widen because oh my God I forgot I was supposed to plan this with Carla! Frick, she's going to kill me...

I smile brightly at Doctor Cox before tossing the patient's chart on the counter of the nurse's station and bounding towards my office, returning at record speed with a small legal notebook.

"Okay, so I haven't distributed the invitations yet just in case you have any objections, but oh my gosh!" I hold up a sample invitation, which is a purple, glittery coaster. "It's a coaster!" I squeak excitedly. "Oh, and I laminated it so the glittery stuff doesn't escape 'cause holy frick, do you know how hard it is to get glitter out of a carpet? This one time, in college, I was making invitations for this party my Big Sister was holding and I got it all over the common room

[bestdamdoctor]

I blink as she stares at me in surprise, only to ask about Carla. Has she blown a fuse or just doesn't realize what I meant? Or both?

Before I can ask about it though, Barbie's eyes go wide and she races off, which is a feat in her high heels, only to return with a pile of apparent birthday planning surprise.

My own eyes widen as she holds up the sample invitation. Oh god, it's a coaster! I swear to god if we ever have a commitment ceremony, I'll know who gave us the high end coasters! But it's very JD. And she is good with art. JD's old cast was proof enough of that. I wince some still at the sight of it, and then cover a hand over my face as she goes on and on about glitter. Oh god, these rants of hers never ceased to amaze and perplex me. This one was no exception. Wait she called an exterminator to get rid of glitter?!

I drop my hand with a huffed "Oh thank god" as she finishes. Then wave that hand at the coaster. "The invitations are... fine. Did you have a guest list or something you wanted me to go through?

[notgarybusey]

I rip out a piece of paper from my notepad, handing it to Doctor Cox. "That's the guest list. I'll start handing 'em all out once you give me the okay. I was thinking of inviting JD's interns, too, but that just means more people to clean up after. Except if I drink enough, I'll probably forget the fact that I'll have to clean up after. But then if I drink too much, I might start flirting with every girl I come across, so..."

I notice I digressed a little and grin. "Everything's being taken care of, Doctor Cox! The party starts at seven but the partaaay starts at eight!" At his blank stare, I reply, "Uh, bring JD in at eight."

I shove the legal notepad at him. "That's your copy. Mine is bigger and has pretty pictures, and, uh, clippings of wedding dresses 'cause I got a little sidetracked..."

[bestdamdoctor]

I take the piece of paper, cocking an eyebrow at the frilly handwriting and long list of names. At least he won't be short on friends there. I look up as she clearly mentions Boon and everyone else. I shake my head firmly. "No interns." Only to tilt my head at her going on about flirting with girls if she gets too drunk. "Liquor Lesbianism aside, Barbie, the list seems fine."

I hand it back to her as she goes on about when to bring JD--8 o'clock, fair enough--and stare at the legal pad she pushes at me, going on about how she got sidetracked with wedding dresses. Hell at least she's looking at that stuff again, creepy as it is, after Keith. I shake my head thoroughly to dislodge some of her random info from my head, before nodding. "Break it down into smaller, less crazy filled chunks, Barbie. So then eight o'clock. Your place?"