SUMMARY: Mike Cutter learns the dangers of drinking on a weeknight…the hard way.
A/N's: Set the day after St. Patty's Day….Yes, I am aware that St. Patrick's Day is in March, not August, but I've had this idea for a while, and I just got around to jotting it down.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Mike, Connie, Jack…or any other L&O characters, for that matter.
Mike Cutter sat at his desk, head in hands. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had such a bad headache. "Good morning, Mike," Connie Rubirosa said, carrying two cups of coffee. Mike just grumbled and held out his hand for the coffee. Connie handed it to him, smirking, and sat down. "What's with you?" she asked.
Before Mike could answer, Jack McCoy came strolling in, whistling to himself. "Good morning Connie, Mike."
"Well, your certainly in a good mood this morning, Jack," Connie said.
Jack took one look at Mike, then said, "Well, that makes one of us, it seems." Mike groaned and put his head on his desk. Jack looked at his watch. "Well, I've got to be going. I'll be back in a few hours. Maybe you should take some Tylenol, Mike." Jack waved at them, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and made his way out of the office.
Connie turned back around to face Mike, who's head was still lying on the desk. "I don't think I've ever seen Jack so chipper," Connie observed. Mike mumbled something unintelligible. "Does it have anything to do with why you're in such a…lovely…mood this morning?"
Mike held up three fingers. "Three words." Connie looked at him expectantly. "St. Patrick's Day."
"St. Patrick's Day?" Connie repeated.
Mike nodded and took a sip of coffee. "Jack convinced me to go out with him and a couple of friends to celebrate St. Patty's Day," he said. "I will never do that again."
"I never imagined Jack as that kind of drinker," Connie said.
"Well he is!" Mike said. "I don't know how he doesn't have a hangover…."
"Maybe you should take the day off," Connie suggested.
"Mm…maybe," Mike said. "I have a couple of sick days…."
Connie stood up. "Well, let me know when you decide." She began to leave, but stopped when Mike called her name. She turned around and asked, "Yeah?"
"Do you have any Tylenol?"