Carter stood beside Ray. "So, what's the pout for?"

Ray looked at him. "What?"

"You're pouting. Why?" Carter leaned on the Admin Desk.

"Oh, I, uh…I don't know. I didn't realise I was pouting." He looked up. "Hey, Abby!"

"No, Ray. I'm not doing anything. I'm off." Abby put her chart down.

"Come on, Abby." Ray pleaded. "I need help."

Abby looked at Ray. "I can't, Ray. I have to…Ray, I…stop!"

Ray held his hands up and shrugged. "What?"

"You're pouting again!"

"I am not."

"You are." Carter sided with Abby. "What do you need, Ray?"

"I need a date."

Abby choked as she laughed. "A date? Ray Barnett, hunky doctor el supremo, can't get a date." Abby couldn't believe she was hearing this.

Ray looked at her. "Not a date for me. I already have one. I have this friend and he…"

"Great personality, huh?" Abby crossed her arms.

"Well, yeah." Ray surrendered.

"What's the catch?" Abby looked at Carter, who was trying hard to not break out laughing. "Carter? You have something to say about this?"

Carter shook his head. "I think the exchanges have gotten funnier and even more strange between everyone during my absence." He picked up a chart. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I have a patient to go see." He walked off.

"Come on, Abby." Ray was pleading.

"Ray. You can't just…"

"Abby, come on. Please!" Ray playfully batted his eyes.

Abby looked around and sighed. "Oh, alright. When?"

"Friday after shift. I have a gig and…"

"This better not be an attempt to get me to cover your shift." Abby crossed her arms across her chest.

"No. No. The gig's after my shift." Ray smiled. "After the gig, some of my bandmates and I were going to go out for drinks."

Abby looked at Ray intently. "So, who's your date or are you going to bring a groupie along?"

"Neela." Ray turned around and walked away before Abby could ask any questions.

Abby studied herself in the mirror. "Are you sure I look alright, Neela?"

Neela laughed. "Trust me. You don't want to look too beautiful for Ray's friends. They are about as horny as Ray."

Abby looked at Neela. "How'd he get you to agree?" She saw Neela's face. "That was a stupid question. He used the pout, didn't he?"

"No. Actually, he used a kiss."

Abby turned around and leaned against the sink. "A kiss? Ray kissed you?"

Neela brushed her hair. "Yeah, he did. It was the night he broke his nose."

"Oh, that must have been nice. Blood dripping all over."

"It was a nice kiss." Neela put her fingertips to her lips. "It was the second time he kissed me."

"When was the first?" Abby turned back around and brushed her hair.

"I was drunk, trying to get the taste of Mr. Danesh's kiss off my lips. I can't remember what all lead up to it, but I do remember Ray kissing me and I do remember feeling weak and not being able to catch my breath."

"Sounds like what I felt the first time John kissed me." Abby adjusted her light jacket. "And Luka." She smirked. "In fact, I still get that way when Luka kisses me." She looked at Neela. "Have you two talked about the kissing yet?"

"No. It's this whole song and dance we have. We pretend there's nothing there." Neela stared into the mirror. "But it's there. I feel it everytime he touches me or breathes on me." She faced Abby. "I feel it when he's near me."

"Tell him."

Neela faced Abby. "Tell him what?"

"Whatever you're feeling."

"Abby, once he finds out, I'll never hear the end of it. He already knows his pout will get me to do anything he wants. Besides, what about Michael?" The ladies walked out of the Ladies Room, arms intertwined. "Alright, Jerry. We're off. See you on Monday." Neela smiled.

"Enjoy tonight." Jerry smirked.

Neela smiled. "I will." Ray's in for the surprise of his life, if he manages to pout just right.