I'm just taking a break from studying for my AP English Lit exam tomorrow
(May 6th, 2004)... so everyone, hope that I pass with at least a 3!!!
I'm also breaking from studying for my AP Econ test, and doing book notes. ::shudder:: economics... blehk.
Anyway: Batter Up: Chapter 3!
Review it PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! : )
~Natalie~
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"So, what do you expect this meeting is about?" Elizabeth asked as she took a tentative sip of her wine.
"My guess?"
She nodded.
"Medical stuff." He said as he, too, sipped his wine.
"Wow, your insight really amazes me sometimes, Robert." She said dryly, while continuing to drink.
"Yeah, I know, it wasn't my best effort, but, I really don't want to be here tonight."
"I second that." She concurred.
"What, you don't want to be here with me? Such a dashing depiction of the male form?" he teased.
She rolled her eyes, to which he replied "Ouch, Lizzie, not exactly the reaction I was hoping for."
She smiled "Right, I'm sure your version of events after that comment would involve me pulling you to the bathroom and stripping down right there."
"No, you'd strip right here." He said.
With anyone else, this would have been borderline sexual harassment, but, this was the type of relationship they had. It was an agreement of sorts, this was okay.
She laughed, and he stared at her for a moment, but quickly turned his attention to the wine, before she caught him staring at her, as she had on many an occasion.
"So..." he dragged the word out "Do you have any idea who this Dr. O'Grady is?"
She put her wine down, and said simply: "Not a clue."
He considered this: "I don't have a clue either." He realized his error, but it was too late.
"That much has become apparent Robert." She said jokingly.
He smiled "Touché, Lizzie, you're on a roll tonight."
"And, you're not." She reminded him.
"Well, not to worry, I'm sure it's just the alcohol having an adverse effect, switching our usual demeanors."
She laughed at this, and rolled her eyes "Yes, I'm sure that must be it." She said sarcastically, drinking her wine, and he drinking his.
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I looked over my menu to the table at which they were seated, wow, they were laughing! That wasn't usual for either of these two, so things were, quite obviously going very well. I smiled to myself, the effects of alcohol never ceased to amaze me.
Here were two of the most professional people I've ever known, two brilliant surgeons sitting in a restaurant for a "business meeting", and they were laughing. Now, that wouldn't be so ironic in and of itself, actually, I take that back. It's extremely ironic in and of itself. Every person I've ever met that attends any kind of "business meeting" has been dull to no end. They would never consider shooting the breeze in such an environment, if they'd even consider it at all. They'd be unlikely to do so even if they were affected by the largest of alcohol consumption.
Apparently, these two were different.
Give Corday and Romano a little wine, and Bam! The game picks right back up. This inning was awesome, and I, of course, only had myself to thank for that.
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"Robert, do you have the time?" Elizabeth asked, pointing to her wrist the way that nearly every human being does when inquiring as to the time.
Robert put his fork down and looked at his watch "It's 9:15." He said simply.
She looked around "Well, where the hell do you suppose this Dr. O'Grady is?" she queried impatiently.
He shrugged "Wow, Lizzie, is it really that hard to spend some quality time with me?" he asked.
"Robert, it's hard to spend ANY time with you, let alone quality time."
"You say that now, but admit it, you're having fun."
"Fun isn't the word I'd choose to describe it."
"Uh-huh." He said skeptically "You just keep on telling yourself that." He poured her another glass of wine "This wine will make you tell the truth."
She laughed at that, and went back to eating her dinner.
"So, Robert, tell me about yourself." She said.
"Ah-ha, see? The wine IS getting to you. That's a classic date line."
"So?" she said "Answer it anyway."
"What is it, my dear Lizzie, that you wish to know?"
She contemplated this for awhile, and then shrugged "Anything."
He smiled "My middle name is Patrick."
She sighed "You're impossible."
"Well, then I guess it's a good thing that you like a challenge, huh?"
She laughed at this, and smiled widely "You know me so well."
"Of course I do."
The table fell silent for a moment.
"No, seriously Robert, tell me about yourself."
He sighed "Fine, you win Lizzie. Let's see, I was born and raised in Chicago, my parents were wealthy, I was an only child, as you may have guessed, and I never had to want for anything, yada yada yada."
"That's it?" she asked.
"Yep. No delusions, no problems, no poverty." He shrugged "I'm normal." Elizabeth opened her mouth to reply "Hey—Don't. That one's way too easy."
"Yeah, but it's impossible to resist."
"You like a challenge, remember?"
She smiled brightly "Yes, that I most certainly do."
They had consumed nearly the entire bottle of wine by now, as 10:15 rolled around, and Dr. O'Grady was nowhere to be found, but they didn't notice until 10:30 came around, as they were lost in playful banter, full of laughter and innuendo.
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I watched them intently for a good hour, yes, I realize, I have no life. But, that's okay. As the pitcher, I needed to watch... the batter. Uh, yeah, did I mention I had some wine too?
Not nearly as much as they had though.
Anyway, I watched them laughing, smiling, and so obviously flirting, and I was damn proud of myself.
I should get some type of award if this actually worked. I mean really, I deserve it. Some type of medal, or money... or something. Why didn't I bet in the office pool? I suddenly remembered that I had done this one out of the goodness of my heart... but still, a reward would be nice.
I hid behind the menu that the waiter had long since given up on getting from me, as I saw both of them stand, upon the decision that the restaurant was closing soon, and that Dr. O'Grady wasn't going to show up.
They continued laughing as he guided her, via a hand on the small of her back, out the door. I quickly got up, and cautiously walked outside, hoping to see them walking into their future of love.
However, all I got to see was him putting her into a cab, and then hailing one for himself.
I sighed. Damn. I thought maybe it would only take one gathering for these two, and were they both not so stubborn, I am confident that it would have worked the first time `round. However, it became apparent that Dr. O'Grady would need to send a letter of apology to the both of them, and then plan another meeting.
Oh well, I could handle that.
I walked away from the restaurant without tipping the waiter: He was a bastard.
I went home and devised my new course of action, I would get these two together come hell or high water, and there's not a thing anyone could do to stop me.
I was the acting Cupid, I was the pitcher, and I'll be damned if I was going to walk the batter to first.
Nope, I was going to throw a curveball impossible to miss... no matter how many forgeries it took me.
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To Be Continued
Review it, please... lol saved-by-grace.. yes, I am a review junkie. NO INTERVENTION!!!!! Haha!
Anyway guys... review so I know what you're thinking!!!!
Thanks y'all!!
~Natalie~
I'm also breaking from studying for my AP Econ test, and doing book notes. ::shudder:: economics... blehk.
Anyway: Batter Up: Chapter 3!
Review it PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! : )
~Natalie~
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"So, what do you expect this meeting is about?" Elizabeth asked as she took a tentative sip of her wine.
"My guess?"
She nodded.
"Medical stuff." He said as he, too, sipped his wine.
"Wow, your insight really amazes me sometimes, Robert." She said dryly, while continuing to drink.
"Yeah, I know, it wasn't my best effort, but, I really don't want to be here tonight."
"I second that." She concurred.
"What, you don't want to be here with me? Such a dashing depiction of the male form?" he teased.
She rolled her eyes, to which he replied "Ouch, Lizzie, not exactly the reaction I was hoping for."
She smiled "Right, I'm sure your version of events after that comment would involve me pulling you to the bathroom and stripping down right there."
"No, you'd strip right here." He said.
With anyone else, this would have been borderline sexual harassment, but, this was the type of relationship they had. It was an agreement of sorts, this was okay.
She laughed, and he stared at her for a moment, but quickly turned his attention to the wine, before she caught him staring at her, as she had on many an occasion.
"So..." he dragged the word out "Do you have any idea who this Dr. O'Grady is?"
She put her wine down, and said simply: "Not a clue."
He considered this: "I don't have a clue either." He realized his error, but it was too late.
"That much has become apparent Robert." She said jokingly.
He smiled "Touché, Lizzie, you're on a roll tonight."
"And, you're not." She reminded him.
"Well, not to worry, I'm sure it's just the alcohol having an adverse effect, switching our usual demeanors."
She laughed at this, and rolled her eyes "Yes, I'm sure that must be it." She said sarcastically, drinking her wine, and he drinking his.
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I looked over my menu to the table at which they were seated, wow, they were laughing! That wasn't usual for either of these two, so things were, quite obviously going very well. I smiled to myself, the effects of alcohol never ceased to amaze me.
Here were two of the most professional people I've ever known, two brilliant surgeons sitting in a restaurant for a "business meeting", and they were laughing. Now, that wouldn't be so ironic in and of itself, actually, I take that back. It's extremely ironic in and of itself. Every person I've ever met that attends any kind of "business meeting" has been dull to no end. They would never consider shooting the breeze in such an environment, if they'd even consider it at all. They'd be unlikely to do so even if they were affected by the largest of alcohol consumption.
Apparently, these two were different.
Give Corday and Romano a little wine, and Bam! The game picks right back up. This inning was awesome, and I, of course, only had myself to thank for that.
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"Robert, do you have the time?" Elizabeth asked, pointing to her wrist the way that nearly every human being does when inquiring as to the time.
Robert put his fork down and looked at his watch "It's 9:15." He said simply.
She looked around "Well, where the hell do you suppose this Dr. O'Grady is?" she queried impatiently.
He shrugged "Wow, Lizzie, is it really that hard to spend some quality time with me?" he asked.
"Robert, it's hard to spend ANY time with you, let alone quality time."
"You say that now, but admit it, you're having fun."
"Fun isn't the word I'd choose to describe it."
"Uh-huh." He said skeptically "You just keep on telling yourself that." He poured her another glass of wine "This wine will make you tell the truth."
She laughed at that, and went back to eating her dinner.
"So, Robert, tell me about yourself." She said.
"Ah-ha, see? The wine IS getting to you. That's a classic date line."
"So?" she said "Answer it anyway."
"What is it, my dear Lizzie, that you wish to know?"
She contemplated this for awhile, and then shrugged "Anything."
He smiled "My middle name is Patrick."
She sighed "You're impossible."
"Well, then I guess it's a good thing that you like a challenge, huh?"
She laughed at this, and smiled widely "You know me so well."
"Of course I do."
The table fell silent for a moment.
"No, seriously Robert, tell me about yourself."
He sighed "Fine, you win Lizzie. Let's see, I was born and raised in Chicago, my parents were wealthy, I was an only child, as you may have guessed, and I never had to want for anything, yada yada yada."
"That's it?" she asked.
"Yep. No delusions, no problems, no poverty." He shrugged "I'm normal." Elizabeth opened her mouth to reply "Hey—Don't. That one's way too easy."
"Yeah, but it's impossible to resist."
"You like a challenge, remember?"
She smiled brightly "Yes, that I most certainly do."
They had consumed nearly the entire bottle of wine by now, as 10:15 rolled around, and Dr. O'Grady was nowhere to be found, but they didn't notice until 10:30 came around, as they were lost in playful banter, full of laughter and innuendo.
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I watched them intently for a good hour, yes, I realize, I have no life. But, that's okay. As the pitcher, I needed to watch... the batter. Uh, yeah, did I mention I had some wine too?
Not nearly as much as they had though.
Anyway, I watched them laughing, smiling, and so obviously flirting, and I was damn proud of myself.
I should get some type of award if this actually worked. I mean really, I deserve it. Some type of medal, or money... or something. Why didn't I bet in the office pool? I suddenly remembered that I had done this one out of the goodness of my heart... but still, a reward would be nice.
I hid behind the menu that the waiter had long since given up on getting from me, as I saw both of them stand, upon the decision that the restaurant was closing soon, and that Dr. O'Grady wasn't going to show up.
They continued laughing as he guided her, via a hand on the small of her back, out the door. I quickly got up, and cautiously walked outside, hoping to see them walking into their future of love.
However, all I got to see was him putting her into a cab, and then hailing one for himself.
I sighed. Damn. I thought maybe it would only take one gathering for these two, and were they both not so stubborn, I am confident that it would have worked the first time `round. However, it became apparent that Dr. O'Grady would need to send a letter of apology to the both of them, and then plan another meeting.
Oh well, I could handle that.
I walked away from the restaurant without tipping the waiter: He was a bastard.
I went home and devised my new course of action, I would get these two together come hell or high water, and there's not a thing anyone could do to stop me.
I was the acting Cupid, I was the pitcher, and I'll be damned if I was going to walk the batter to first.
Nope, I was going to throw a curveball impossible to miss... no matter how many forgeries it took me.
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To Be Continued
Review it, please... lol saved-by-grace.. yes, I am a review junkie. NO INTERVENTION!!!!! Haha!
Anyway guys... review so I know what you're thinking!!!!
Thanks y'all!!
~Natalie~