"So, Dr. Rasgotra. What are you wanting for dinner?" Ray asked in as serious of a tone as he could get. "Make it cheap, though. Rent took my paycheck."
Neela laughed. "In that case, Dr. Barnett," Her tone followed his. "I'm thinking a roach coach hot dog."
"One roach coach hot dog coming right up." Ray looked at her. "No onions. I'm not going to kiss you if your breath reeks of onions."
Neela looked at the guy. "Extra onions, please." She looked at Ray, her eyes dancing. "Looks like no kiss tonight."
"Bullshit." Ray pulled her to him. "I can always get you before the onions. Shit, Neela." He let her go as she stuffed the hot dog in her mouth. Neela tried to keep from laughing, but the look on Ray's face made her laugh, showering him with hot dog, bun, and the condiments. Ray wanted to be mad, but bust out laughing. "Guess that's what I get."
"I'll make it up to you." Neela smiled. "Stop it!"
"What?"
"You're pouting."
"Are we going to dance this dance again, Neela, because the music is boring."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Neela looked sharply at Ray.
"The whole 'you're pouting' dance. It's starting to bore me." He looked at her. "Besides, you have a pretty good pout too." He turned the tables on her.
She stared at him. "Does it make you want to do anything I ask?"
"No. It turns me on, though. Your little pouty lips and the way you cross your arms and stomp your wittle feet." He jokingly baby talked and pinched her cheeks. "OUCH! That's ABUSE, Neela!" He rubbed his arm.
"It's not abuse, Ray. It's eye shadow."
"Hey. I had to ge…" He found himself laughing. "Come on. I think there's beer at home."
Neela looked up at him. "Well, maybe not after last night."
"Did you drink it all?"
"Why the bloody hell do you think I fell on my vanity?" She quipped.
"I thought that it was just your way of showing you were falling for me." Ray laughed. "Race you to the apartment!" He took off running.
"No fair!" Neela yelled. "Your legs are longer than mine!"
Ray turned around and looked at her. "Not my fault!"
"RAY! LOOK OUT!" Neela yelled. Ray turned around just in time to hit a light pole. Neela ran faster to him. "Shit, Ray. You alright?"
Ray held his nose and pouted. "I'm fine. I always wanted a nose job."
"Here." Neela helped him sit up. "Oh, God, Ray."
"It hurts, Neela."
"You hit a light pole, Ray." She helped him stand. "Come on. I'll look at it upstairs. Just don't tilt your head back."
Ray looked at her. "Neela, I'm a doctor. I may not be the best doctor, but I do know to NOT tilt my head back when my nose is bleeding."
"Just don't get any on me." Neela helped him up the stairs. She opened the door. "Sit on the couch and I'll get some ice."
"Yes, Mother." Ray smirked.
"Funny." She grabbed some ice and put it in a towel. "Here." She put the towel on the bridge of Ray's nose.
"That's COLD!"
"I thought ice was supposed to be cold." Neela smiled. "There goes that pout."
"I know."
"I thought you said you don't have a pout." Neela pulled the towel off.
"Not like what you and Abby and everyone else says I do." Ray continued to pout.
Neela smiled at him. "You'll need to get that stitched up, I'll bet." She made her way to her room.
"Don't tell me you have a suture kit here at home!" Ray leaned his head on the back of the couch.
"Don't be silly." She pulled out a band-aid. "This will do until the morning." She wiped some blood off and put the band-aid on the bridge of his nose. "There. All better." She kissed his nose.
She stood up to leave, but Ray pulled her close. "If I pout, do I get what I want?"
"That depends." She made no attempt to move. She looked in his eyes and found herself mesmerized. She also noticed that he was pouting, but didn't know if it was intentional or not. "You're pouting."
"I know." He leaned down and kissed her.