"So, how's the wedding plans going?" Gallant handed Abby a cup of coffee before pouring one for him.
Abby sat down at the lounge table. "Chaotic. But I think everything's mostly sorted." Gallant sat beside her. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but don't you feel bad bout not inviting your mom?"
"No. We want to keep the service quiet, and trust me, that wouldn't happen with Maggie here."
Hearing the lounge door open, Abby looked up to see Susan enter. She rolled her eyes as Susan walked straight over to her locker, avoiding eye contact.
"This is getting ridiculous." Abby sighed. Susan did not reply, not even bothering to turn around. "Susan, I don't want to fall out with you." Susan still remained silent. "Are you so immature you're gonna ignore me now?"
Susan slammed her locker shut and turned around. "Aren't you the one who's not been talking to me?"
Gallant stood up awkwardly. "I should be getting back." Hoping that this argument wasn't about to end with one or both of them being admitted to the ER, he hurriedly made himself scarce.
Susan smiled at the med student's hasty retreat. "Seems Gallant thinks this is about to turn into a chick fight."
Abby laughed. "Does either of us have a reputation for using violence?"
"No…" Susan paused to consider the question a moment. "You're known for your attitude problems and tendency to skive off for a cigarette, but no violent tendencies. Maybe being the cause of violence…"
"When did I cause any fights or anything?" Abby scowled.
"Erm, how bout between Carter and a certain Croatian?" Susan teased, joining Abby at the table.
"There was never any violence over me." Abby denied, shaking her head.
Susan grinned mischievously. "Really? Cause I seem to remember a certain sword fight."
"That wasn't about me. That was down to testosterone." Abby paused. "Or maybe it was just cause Carter was in a bad mood."
Susan thought she saw a hint of sadness cross Abby's face, but it was quickly gone.
"Look, Abby, I'm sorry about not being more supportive about you and Dave."
Abby pretended to be interested in the contents of her cup, avoiding looking at Susan.
Susan wavered for a moment, then continued "I've missed hanging out with you lately and yes, I know that proves Dave right; I have no life of my own."
Abby looked up and smiled. "You admitting Dave was right about something?"
Susan glared at her, but slowly nodded.
"Just don't tell him that cause he'll be hell to live with." Abby laughed.
"So am I forgiven?"
Abby stood up and walked over to her locker.
"Is that a yes?" Susan followed her.
"Yeah. As long as you're gonna be at the wedding."
Susan took a deep breath. "Only if that doesn't mean I'm expected to approve." When Abby started to glare at her, she added "but I'll keep my opinion to myself, be glad you're happy and let you make your own mistakes."
"That doesn't sound much like you're that sorry." Abby frowned, then shook her head, smiling slightly.
Susan grinned. "Nope."
"Well, you're forgiven anyway. But only because I need someone to organise my hen night and Chen has to work. Dave's having his Bachelor party tomorrow night, so he'll have Ryan on Friday. So you just need to organise things for us."
"Oh great. This leaves me with what? Two days! Is that the only reason you decided to speak to me today?"
"Yeah." Abby grinned. "But seriously, I'd prefer you to sort something out, cause I get the feeling Chen's idea would involve crowd surfing."
"Speak of the devil." Susan whispered as Jing-Mei walked in the room. "Hey."
Chen stopped dead and gave them a confused look. "Hey."
"Hey. And bye." Abby said, walking towards the door. "I have to get back before Weaver comes looking for me. I'll see you both later."
After she had left, Chen turned to Susan. "I take it you two are talking again?"
Susan headed over to her locker and softly banged her head against it.
Chen stared at her as if she had gone completely mad. "You know before when you were talking to yourself? And we had that chat about you being insane?"
Susan nodded.
"Well, I think it's time to call psych."
Susan sighed and collapsed on the couch. "I think I agree."
"Why? What's wrong?" Chen began to pour herself a cup of coffee and waited for Susan to explain.
"I've done something stupid." She hesitated. "I phoned Carter and happened to mention Abby getting married."
Chen shook her head in disbelief. "Was this another of your plans to stop the wedding?"
"No." Susan lied. "Well, ok, yeah. But now I think it was a really dumb idea."
"It's a shame you didn't think that before you called him." Chen took a sip of her coffee. "But he's not gonna do anything about it, is he?"
"Well, he might be sort of coming back. He can only get off work today though, should be here tomorrow."
Chen sat down at the table. "That only gives him two days. What can happen in that amount of time? You want my advice? Just don't tell Abby it was your idea."
