Love Affairs
Although it was only five in the afternoon, the Holby City staff members had already called an impromptu party in the bar to celebrate the birth of Connie's daughter Esmerelda. The proud mother was propping up the bar, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the bar was propping her up, considering the 14 tequila slammers she had already consumed. Michael was notably absent, supposedly playing the doting father, although all you had to do was notice the equally notable absence of one Chrissie Williams before you started wondering what else he was playing. The very thought made Connie reach for her fifteenth tequila slammer.
Over on the other side of the bar, an argument was taking place.
"Please!"
"No!"
"Please!"
"No!"
"Please!"
"No!"
"But why won't you come to bed with me?"
"Because it's five in the afternoon!"
"Your point being?"
"Look Owen, if you're so keen to f someone, why don't you try yourself? If anyone can figure that out, you can!"
"This is your last chance! I've put up with too much agro from you! If you don't do this one thing for me, I'm leaving you!"
"Too late, I'm leaving you!"
With this last comment, she stalked out of the bar, head held high. She was very proud of the fact that she was in her car with the door shut before the tears came.