She concluded that the employees did absolutely no hard work at this hospital, after having watched many of them constantly doing what they were doing. She often saw interns texting and gabbing about hot spots and parties from the previous weekend. Being in the empty break room at two in the morning was a perfect remedy for the constant annoyances that she dealt with during the day.
After grabbing a can of soda, and allowing her hot face to linger in the cool air that escaped from the open refrigerator, the blonde doctor collapsed into the blue loveseat that faced a sleek plasma television. Her legs stretched the length, with excess leg hanging over the arm of the chair. The glow that illuminated from the TV reflected off of her glasses. She was momentarily captivated by the muted late night HBO showing of Ocean's 11, when the sliver handle of the door creaked and turned slowly. Her attention was focused on the younger doctor, who lazily strolled in.
Cameron offered a smile to the young brunette, readjusted her position of the loveseat, and allowed Thirteen to sit comfortably next to her. She happily obliged after also retrieving a soda from the cool refrigerator. She sat silently staring at the mute TV, taking in George Clooney's gorgeous face which could make any girl swoon. She took a polite sip from her can, and caught the elder doctor watching her playfully.
"What?" Thirteen asked smiling. She looked Cameron up and down quickly, and asked again, "What is up with you?" Laughing at the same time. The early hours was playing games with their minds. They were both dreadfully sleep deprived.
"Foosball?" Cameron asked childishly, pointing at the table adjacent to them. Thirteen looked to where Cameron was pointing and smiled widely.
Looking back to Cameron, she eagerly replied, "You're on!"
They stood up simultaneously, and took their sides. Searching the goal and successfully finding the white plastic ball, Thirteen was about to begin the game when Cameron held her hand up in protest.
"Cameron, you asked me to play. You're not allowed to back out now."
"Trust me, I am not backing out." An attitude was noticed throughout this last statement. "Why don't we make this… interesting?"
"We're betting now? On foosball?" Thirteen asked sarcastically. She looked at Cameron for reassurance, who had a small smile written with sincerity. "Fine. Name your bet." She laughed, lobbing the ball to Cameron.
"For every point either of us score, the one who didn't score has to take off an article of clothing." Thirteen let out a small laugh. She was oddly turned on by this late night Cameron. Cameron stood with her hands on her hips. "I'm serious! Can we not have a little fun at two in the morning?" Thirteen smiled. She was quite intrigued by Cameron. "What do you say?"
Thirteen contemplated again for a short time. "All right." She agreed confidently, catching the ball Cameron tossed back at her. She flipped her bangs out of her face, they each pulled their hair into loose ponytails, Cameron stuck out her hand, Thirteen shook it, and the game finally began.