Dr. Percival Ulysses Cox's son, Jack wound his small arms around his father's neck in an embrace and kissed his cheek. "Now, Jackie, I know your father's face must be covered in scotch but let's leave the cleaning to the incompetent man child who used to be your full time drinking buddy," Jordan said, entering the room with her arms crossed. "Listen here, Jordoroo, not once have I heuh-ever been Gandhi or Turkleton, as Bob Kelso so accurately declared him, nor do I plan to be. And he is the only man child I know of that would actually pour beer all over his face just for his child to lick it off," Perry replied, handing his beautiful son off to Satan herself. "Get real, Perry, Turk is more of a man that you'll ever be. Instead of groaning and sauntering around calling everyone girl names all of the time, Turk actually compliments his friends. Hm…I wonder if that's why he seems to be winning over way more affection than you have at that hospital and that's why you have a problem with the new Mr. Dr. Chief of Surgery," Jordan taunted.
"Let me make something very clear," Perry enunciated slowly, giving her his crazy eyes. "Affection, unlike the eager Pomeranian that nips at my heels all day long, begging me to hand her treats after she rolls over, is not something that I would ever care about winning over at that godforsaken excuse for a mortuary," he ranted as her and Jack stared blankly. "But those big DJ puppy dog eyes, Perper," Jordan blinked exasperatedly, pouting. "She just wants you to pick her up and hold her and tell her that everything is going to be alright," she continued. Her ex husband glared her down like a bull ready to stomp her down.
"Daddy's lovely cologne sure rubbed off on you, sweetie. What is that, scotch?" she directed toward Perry, bouncing Jack. "Jordan, if you accuse me of being a neglecting drunkard piss off one more time, I might pull my knees into the fetal position and just cry through the whole night. I just. Won't. Be able. To. Take it." Perry responded sarcastically, making a crying face. "It's okay, Jack, daddy definitely won't take it that hard on himself. And Perry, besides basking in the glory of your pain and suffering, I do still think you could never actually stop drinking for 60 days. Your new year resolutions always seemed just a bit farfetched, I must admit," Jordan reaffirmed, beginning to get Jack's things together for their trip back home for the week. Perry got his glare going, his crossed arms tensing against each other. "Well that's because I see no reason to stop you see," Perry replied. Jordan just glared. "Can I at least say goodbye to my son, before you whisk him away on your broomstick?" Perry said softer, hoping she'd skip the mocking and hand him back over for a moment. The weekend was never long enough. "Now who's the desperate Sally Sensitive?" she mocked, handing Jack back to her ex. He kissed and snuggled his son, whispered in his ear and handed him back to Jordan. "Wanna know the little secret I whispered in his ear?" Perry pretended excitement, smiling. "Mommy can't stop clubbing so that she can be a mommy. So the next time she's gone for 60 hours...again…is probably ju-hust around the time when will you start to insist on calling your nanny 'Mom'", he finished, still smiling.
"You know what, Perry? You know why I don't think that you're not half the man Turk is? DJ has had it rough these last few days, and do you know who stopped him from misdiagnosing a patient due to stress induced sleep walking? Yeah, Dr. Mr. Turkleton. That DJ kid is in your life everyday and you throw a bone every few seconds to keep him at bay but in between every fetch that puppy is dreaming of a scratch on the belly from, god knows why, you," she eyed him, shaking her head out of it as Perry glared. "Damn it, Perry it took you long enough to hug your own son. JD's next few years would start looking up if only his mentor would just give him a pat on the head," Jordan ranted sardonically. Perry groaned, slightly wincing. Ranting was his thing. He wanted her to leave by now, but she had his life glued to her hip. Making sure he didn't have much time to rant back, Jordan started heading toward the door. "When our son comes to you when he's having problems, prove to me that you're not just going to tell him to man up and get over it instead of helping him," she said. "You did not just compare my son to Newbie. Please never do that again or you may just wake up to being smothered by a pillow by yours truly," Perry warned as she opened the door. She smiled knowingly, "Betcha you can't even give the little desperate weasel a hug for a full sixty seconds!" Jordan shut the door behind her, instantly driving Perry's hands to the back of his head.