"Fuck George Tucker." After trying to think of something to break the silence of the past hour, he'd settled on that. Really comforting, Wade, he told himself sarcastically, well done.

"I already did." She looked up at him, blurry eyed.

He took away her empty glass and went back to the bar to refill it, for what would have been the 4th time in the hour since she had stumbled in. He'd locked the door behind her, deciding that it was probably best that nobody else saw her in her current state; although, he reasoned, the chances of anybody wandering into the Rammer Jammer when the wedding of the year was in full swing, were slim.

"I didn't mean literally," He offered, as he handed her the glass of wine.

"I'm not stupid," He sat down opposite her, leaning forward.

She certainly wasn't stupid; he knew that; doctors weren't stupid, not intellectually anyway. She did have the tendency to be ridiculously dim at times, though. With George for instance; any girl with half a brain cell would realise that, however mismatched they seemed on the outside and however willing they were to run off to someone else, George and Lemon had something – something that pulled them back together – something that some girl from New York or an ex-NFL linebacker would never be able to break. A history.

"I know, Doc,"

He'd long ago realised that was what kept him attached for Tance for so long; history. What could beat the shared firsts or memories, all neatly packed away in the library inside his head? But people change, he understood, and just because somewhere in the treasured past, you had created all these wonderful memories, did not mean that you were always going to be suited. Memories were great, history was wonderful – but they weren't enough to sustain a relationship. Relationships constantly needed feeding with new memories – which didn't really happen with Tance and him. It was a bit like Burt Reynolds, Wade thought – he was given his meat, and was left with bones, and, although bones were fun to chew on, they couldn't keep him alive; he would need new meat sometime.

"I bet she didn't even look pretty."

Zoe fed him meat.

"I bet." He agreed.

Not literally – he couldn't imagine her cooking anything, especially after the Gumbo disaster.

"I hate her."

Zoe Hart beat history, by far.

He realised this was a contradiction – hadn't he just told himself that Zoe was stupid for thinking she could ever beat George's history with Lemon? How was her beating his history with Tance any different? Maybe, he deduced, it was George who was stupid; stupid for overestimating the importance of his memories with Lemon and stupid for underestimating his opportunity to make memories with Zoe.

"I hate him," Wade murmured.

Maybe George and Lemon were able to do what he couldn't and carry on making memories – maybe that's why they stuck together.

"I bet I hate him more,"

Maybe they just deserved each other.

"You probably do," She looked up at him, then back down at her empty glass. "Enough for one night,"

"You're actually expecting me to stay remotely sober?"

"Why not?"

"He got married, Wade!"

"That shouldn't be a surprise; case you hadn't noticed Doc, they been engaged quite a while now," She glared at him.

"If he was going to marry her all along, why did he...why...with me?" She struggled to find a word that best described what she shared with George Tucker. A love affair? Possibly, though she wondered if there had to be love from both parties involved for that to be true. An affair? Maybe. Sex? Probably.

"Guys are guys, no matter how many manners they got,"

"I hate men,"

"That ain't fair,"

"Why?" She looked towards the bar, wondering if she had the energy to get her own drink. "First guy I date hurts me and the second guy breaks me completely."

"That's like, 2 out of 2 billion,"

"There's more than that in the world," She corrected, and briefly he was stumped.

"Which just further proves my point,"

"What?" She scoffed. "There's plenty more fish in the sea?"

"Plenty more shrimp in Alabama," She looked at the deadly serious expression on his face and laughed. When he wasn't blowing her fuses, he could be quite...nice.

"One more glass?"

"Afraid we gotta have one functioning Doctor in this town – and tonight, Brick ain't gonna be that one."

"Nobody's going to need a doctor,"

"Who knows – Tucker might have an unfortunate accident with Burt," Zoe raised an eyebrow. "Lavon forgot to feed him," She smiled at his attempts to cheer her up and went back to staring into her empty glass.

"Why aren't you there?"

"At the wedding?"

"Yes,"

"It's not really...my thing."

She decided not to question him any further, and for a few minutes they stayed silent.

"Do you think the wedding dress was yellow?" She'd never been one for silence. He looked at her, noticing the slight brightening of her eyes, and grinned, showing all his stunningly white teeth, and then laughed. "Thank you, Wade"

"For what?"

"The free drinks," She smiled.

"I put them on your tab,"

"And for cheering me up,"

"Anytime, Zoe,"

I know there's not a lot of background information as to what went on with George and Zoe, and I left it unresolved, but it's just a little snippet.

If people like it, I could expand.