ER - You Never Know Who You’ll Meet…

Takes place after John Carter leaves…

Dr. Abby Lockhart was sitting at the bar looking back at Dr. Ray Barnett and Dr. Neela Rasgotra. They were both drunk, laughing their asses off, and falling all over one another. She noticed the hot looks that passed between them followed by more drinking. With their hips pressed against each other in quiet conversation, Abby was sure there was something brewing between the roommates. They were well beyond drunk they were plastered. Neela’s dark arms were wrapped around Ray’s neck and they were dancing nose to nose to the thumping, hard pumping beats, of the dance club. This wasn’t Abby’s scene; this was the sort of place Ray usually picked up groupies, and tonight he seemed to be picking up Neela.

Abby sighed lightly to herself and then smiled at the bartender, the woman merely nodded back with a wink. They were at a club that Ray frequented.  Abby sat at the bar absentmindedly running her finger around the rim of her glass. Her dark eyes glazed over in deep thought, turning her face stormy and serious.

She was going to miss Carter or rather John. She ran her finger over her lips thinking about how she really hated her life at the moment. Abby’d worked so hard to get to this point in her life, to be a doctor, and now she felt like she might have made a mistake. She was always questioning her skills and she wasn’t sure how long she could take working under Morris. He drove Abby nuts and she’d caught him checking her ass the other day and had wished for a bat to swat him with. She had chased away a half-decent man because she certainly wasn’t ready for his view on family and love. He’d also been much too young for her. Abby rested her chin on her hands on the bar and stared hard at the soda in front of her.

She’d drunk away a good part of her life, wallowing in a place that she just didn’t fit into. Then she darted into this odd relationship. What had that been about? She was never going to find a man that would put up with her crap and she definitely had a lot of crap to deal with, namely, her mother, her brother, and lastly, her own fear of commitment.

“Abby, we are here to dance, aren’t we?” asked Ray, as Neela ordered another tequila calling it, To-Kill-Ya, instead. Abby shook her head, Ray was in an odd mood, and she was sure it had something to do with Neela. He’d been casting hot glances at Neela’s rather shapely ass all evening and they did live together.... Abby tried to erase that thought from her mind.  She got a vision, of Neela and Ray in bed together, that caused her to make a face and shudder.

“I think we should leave Abby alone, she seems to be enjoying her own company. Come along Ray,” Neela instructed, and Abby watched her drag him back onto the dance floor, her ass swaying as she did, and Abby had to smile for just moment.

“Nice couple,” a woman not far from Abby said.  Abby arched an eyebrow and the woman moved closer. Abby hadn’t heard her and she shrugged her shoulders in a questioning manner.

“I said nice couple,” the woman repeated, and moved closer to Abby. She was a bit taller than Abby, with darkish blonde hair tired in a loose ponytail, and the greyest eyes that Abby had ever seen. She was wearing a watch on her right wrist and a silver cuff bracelet on her left, Abby took in that fact for some reason. A sweet scent drifted off of the woman, considering she was in a sweat filled club. She wore a tight black shirt, with no sleeves, that showed off an armband tattoo that Abby couldn’t make out, save that it was something rainbow colored. Her black jeans were riding low on her hips and Abby thought she looked rather alluring in the very casual attire. 

“They aren’t a couple,” Abby said, and the woman nodded, ordering a soda and turning on the stool, placing her elbows on the bar behind her, as she watched them dance. “At least I don’t think they are a couple,” Abby added, with some skepticism, and the woman laughed. Neela was moving with Ray and Ray was knocking back his beer as they danced, how romantic.

“You and her? Or you and him?” she asked, and Abby choked on the pretzel she’d been chewing on. The woman cocked an eyebrow waiting for the response with a lopsided grin.

“Neither,” said Abby, with a half smile. She liked the woman’s voice, husky and a hint of some half hidden accent drifted into the inflection with her words. Abby narrowed her eyes, there was a faint accent to the woman’s throaty voice but she just couldn’t place it. Boston? Or was it some sort of French? She rolled her ‘r’s with a practiced tongue.