Disclaimer: I don't own [Scrubs] or its characters. I only own my OCs.
It felt weird sitting in the bar without Turk. JD looked around and saw all the friends sitting around, drinking and talking of times passed.
I wonder what Turk and Carla are doing right now? As he thought that, the image of clothes thrown all over the floor and couch of the apartment he, Turk, and now Carla, shared.
He shook his head, the image making him uncomfortable.
"On second thought, no I don't." he said to himself, looking down at the beer bottle he was holding.
The only good thing about tonight is that I'm not on call… I can relax and have… me time…Yeah. Me time. Where I sit in this bar, alone, and have one of those self-pity monologues all night. Fun time… He thought, his mind wandering all over the place.
"Are you gonna sit there all night and stare at the ceiling, Ashley, or are you gonna drink that beer?"
Oh no. That voice. I t can't be. JD thought, his shoulders stiffening and the little hairs on his neck standing on end as he turned slowly to face the speaker.
"Dr. Cox… How are you tonight?" he asked, his voice slightly higher than he wanted it to be.
"Mary-Kate, let me tell you something. I've had a bad day. Jordan just let my house and I've just spent the past hour picking dragon scales off my floors. Then I come here to relax and get away from my problems and I see you. And in your dolphin-pitched voice, you ask how I'm doing?" Dr. Cox ranted, the vein in his temple beginning to throb.
JD looked at him, slightly dumbfounded.
"Tia, did understand a word I just said, or did the wind between you pretty little ears drown me out?"
"I'm sorry, Dr. Cox. I'm just…" JD said before Dr. Cox sat in the stool next to him and ordered a shot of Tequila.
"Lonely? Sad? Afraid? Lost without Tamara? Veronica, you should know by now that I don't really care about you or your personal issues with your little whiny little friends." Dr. Cox said, downing the shot.
Sure you say that on the outside, Dr. Cox, but do really think? JD thought, his mind switching from his own inner monologue to what he imagined to be Dr. Cox's.
Nope, I still don't care about your whiny ass, Abigail. JD shook his head, coming out off his daydream.
"Hello? Earth to Jessica! Come in Jessica. Houston we a major malfunction. " Dr. Cox said, downing his fourth shot.
"I gotta go." JD said, paying for his untouched beer and leaving.
"Lightweight." Dr. Cox scoffed, downing the shot he was holding and then JD's beer.