Robin and Patrick looked at each other, saying nothing, both wanting to talk, but neither willing to risk being the first to speak. Patrick was worried about Robin flying into one of her mini-rants or worse still storming off. He wasn't sure she remembered anything from last night, but given his luck lately, she probably did. And the fact that he did her a favor by turning down her offer for no strings attached sex probably wouldn't earn him any brownie points. She would have hated herself when she woke up in the morning, and hated him even more for making her hate herself. So he did the right thing, the gentlemanly thing. Likely, she would see it as yet another rejection on his part. He ran his hands through his hair. Talk about the classic case of dammed if you do and dammed if you don't. Never could anyone have told him that a woman could be this brilliant, complicated, neurotic, and insane all at the same time! If only he could go back to the days of nameless, hot blondes. They were easy - in so many ways.
Robin was tempted to say something, but she bit it back. Going prickly on Patrick now, won't help and isn't worth it, she told herself. Besides Dr. Hottie was clearly having an off day. His hair didn't look washed and was sticking out at strange angles. She fought the urge to smooth it back into place, unsure if it would be appreciated. Feeling uncomfortable in their silence, something that was rarity when they were together, she asked, "Did we miss much last night? Were you at Jake's late?"
His voice was clearly tired when he replied, "Define late. If you mean waking up with your head down on the bar drooling with an empty bottle of tequila in your hand… yeah, then I'd say it was a long, late night."
"That's attractive. I'm sorry I missed it. Actually I'm more sorry that I didn't get pictures. I could have put that right next to picture of Epiphany giving you a sponge bath. We could call it something like 'Fast Times with Dr. Drake'," she smirked. "It sounds like Coleman didn't call you a cab back home."
"No, for some reason, which in this case I am totally comfortable with, he didn't find me attractive enough to warrant assistance. Did you and the girls make it back ok?"
Sirens were going off in Robin's head… they were skirting very close to her unfortunate and ill-timed proposition. But given the drunken stupor he managed to drink himself into, perhaps he forgot all about it or better yet chalked it up to a vivid dream. If she was forced to fantasize about him at the bar, the least he could do was the same.
She looked at him quizzically. "Yeah, I made it home ok. Drank a gallon of water," she paused, testing his expression. "Literally! If there is one thing I learned last night it's that as much as I love the idea of knocking back shots… the aftermath. Me passed out on my couch with late night infomercials blaring is just sad. Oh hold on a sec, I wrote down some 1-800 numbers you might be interested."
I know I shouldn't have, Robin thought to herself, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up. Besides I just can't be nice to him... well at least not all the time and not all at once. We don't do that At least I don't think we do.
Patrick looked at her, admiring the sparkle in her eye and the determined tilt to her chin. So she's back at it. I wonder when she'll break out the 'I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last man on earth line'.
"Robin. Robin. Save the 1-800 numbers for some other lonely soul. You might actually want to think about calling one yourself." He heard her curse at him under her breathe. Oh, it was so much more fun when the tables were turned. "You forget I have only been in town for a couple of months. I still have the whole 6th and 7th floors to work my way through." Steam was literally shooting out of Robin's ears. She really made it too easy. Now it was time to go in for the kill. "I have to admit I never thought of you as one to bang down shots. But you, Dr. Scorpio are full of surprises."
Oh no, did he just wink at me? He remembers. Oh crap. The bastard remembers what I said and is going to take his time slowly and painfully humiliating me. Robin stretched unconsciously trying to get the crick out of neck. A massage would be so good, she thought as Patrick headed out for rounds.
"Come on Dr. Scorpio, I have patients to see and you have my bedside manner to criticize."