Just to preface… this chapter serves no purpose other than to amuse me. And hopefully you. I swear my story has a plot. It just got lost somewhere, and I have to find it again. Be warned, it may take a couple chapters to get there… 

"So let's see that's Drake 3 and Scorpio 0." Patrick tallied up with his fingers.

Robin looked up at him bemused. "What are you talking about? Do you still have too much tequila in your bloodstream? It's practically coming out your pores. Did you notice how your red head leaned so far away from you when you were explaining her complications that she nearly fell out of bed? You're losing your touch Dr. Drake. I have half a mind to send you down to detox. Or better yet, how about I buy you a coffee."

"Don't think you can buy me off that easily. I'm already up 3-0 and I intend to be up another two before the day is over. Maybe dinner, but coffee isn't enough to take me off my game."

"What are you talking about? What game are we playing this time? Was I supposed to be picking up nurses too? Is that why I'm at 0?"

"What's it with you and sex, Scorpio? I may have to do an intervention… I was referring to the Mailer twins. Their case absolutely merits surgery. Even you can't deny that."

"Errrgh," Robin threw her hands up in the air. She wasn't really sure what bothered her more, the constant comments about sex or the fact that Patrick would never listen to her medical opinions. "Is this some kind of game to you? You really are some kind of surgery junkie aren't you? Did you play Operation a few too many times back in High School? Or do you just like the sight of blood," unknowingly Robin's voice kept rising as she spoke. "These kids are four years old and you want to cut their heads open? Can't you just for once try and think of non-invasive measures that can be used to treat your patients." Shaking her head in frustration, she looked up and noticed all the eyes on her.

Not again. Somehow without fail Patrick managed to goad her into rants in the lobby every single day. God only know what everyone must think of me. It must seem like I am constantly PMSing. And I'm not! If he wasn't so insufferably smug all the time this would never happen. I mean even Carly and I don't go at it this much. Liz looked amused. Epiphany looked annoyed. Robin knew she was going to be hearing from her and only hoped she'd show Patrick the same courtesy. After all he had started it. But Patrick was her darling, she doubted Epiphany would do anything.

"You know Dr. Scorpio, next time, you are in the mood for an emotional release, let me know. I have some suggestions both of us will find infinitely more enjoyable." Patrick's smirk was on full display. Leaning closer, so only she could hear he added, "it's kinky, but if you are an exhibitionist, I am sure we can figure something out."

Something inside her snapped. But before her hand could make contact with his cheek he caught it and held it tightly in this. "Stop making such a spectacle," Robin hissed.

Patrick laughed softly, dangerously, and moved closer, looking at her carefully. Is he going to kiss me. Robin's skin flushed and her eyes closed in anticipation, she heard his breath on her ear, "That's something coming from you."

She could feel something burning irrationally hot inside her anger, her ego, her heart, all of her. "I hate you. You are like gum that gets stuck to the bottom of a shoe and is impossible to scrap off. Like bird crap on my windshield, marring a perfectly good view… like…"

"Ok. Ok. I get the picture. I'm the scum of the earth. Funny you weren't singing that tune last night. In fact, the way I remember it you were trying to take advantage of me in my emotionally weak state. What was the word you used… ba…"

"God. Of all the shallow, no good…You would think that wouldn't you! Well in case you didn't notice, AZT and alcohol don't mix well. It's not called a drug cocktail for nothing. Now let go of me. I have patients to see and people to save from your scalpel happy hands." Robin shook herself loose from his grasp and walked down the hallway. Actually stomped was more like it. It was, the staff at General Hospital realized, amazing how much noise such a small, petite, normally sweet woman could make.