Jan 10
Nothing chases away a gloomy day than going out on the town with a bunch of good friends. The noise, the chatter, and laughter serve as the perfect medicine to lift your spirits.
"Who in the world can enjoy performance evaluations?" Tony grumbled, tapping the side of his glass in frustration.
"I think the correct question should be 'Who invented them?'" Ziva complained on the other side of him, staring at the bartender. "I would kill him if I found out."
"Her, Zee-vah," Tony jibed. "Only a woman could come up with something so painful."
"That's not true," McGee piped up. "It was a man who came up with –"
He was cut off by the glare Tony gave him. "We are venting, Probie. We do not care about the facts. If you can't accept that, go join Abby over there –" He pointed in the Goth's direction. "– And help her in her quest to down twenty Red Bulls before the night is out. We are going to sit here and get very drunk."
"Do not be so harsh on Tim," Ziva protested. "He was only trying to help."
"I've never seen you so drunk," Tony retorted. "You don't know what you're saying."
"Stop being putty. Just because you did not do as well as you had hoped does not mean you can take it out on us."
"Petty," McGee corrected. "Not putty."
"Thank you," Ziva smiled, raising her glass in McGee's direction.
Tony groaned. "How can my day get any worse?"
"Tony!" came the excited squeal as Abby charged over. "I heard you didn't do so good on your performance evaluation, but it doesn't matter because I still love you and so does Gibbs, well he doesn't really love anyone except for the Director but that's totally different, but he still thinks you rock and I do too, and –"
Tony tuned her out and smiled. Only his friends could raise his spirits so.