bella

Sofia hadn't even been in the bar more than 45 minutes, nor had she had even close to enough to drink to get to that blurry, goofy feeling. She hadn't even planned on getting drunk, nor had she planned on staying at the bar. More or less, she was being told to go out and to have fun by herself. To not have to worry about Delaney for a night. But, as it turned out, she was one of those people who had a hard time not thinking about the child in question. Sofia was about to bail on the mission, to go home and pick Delaney up on the way, but that was stunted when she stood up and nearly slammed into someone, only just barely stopping beforehand. "I'm sorry," she quickly spat out, "I-I, um.." Trailing off, she shook her head, then gestured toward the stool, "I was just leaving, so you, ym, you're welcome to snag this seat. It's one of the few stools here that doesn't rock when you move and make you feel like you're going to fall flat on your ass."

Carina was a single woman and she wanted to have a little bit of fun. She didn't mind the single life, it meant she could go out, find new people to hook up with, and enjoy a night out drinking without worrying about Maya. So when the other woman was stammering out her words, she looked at her curiously. "Why so glum, bella?" Carina asked, taking in her appearance. Everything about her seemed like she wasn't having a good time. "Are you sure you want to leave?" she asked. "Because I would love to buy you a drink."

"Wait... she came in to the hospital in active labor and stopped by the gift shop first?" Annabelle couldn't help the incredulity in her voice. "That sounds pretty stupid. Like, I get it, lots of pretty things to buy but maybe it should wait until after the babies are born first?"

"She did, yes," Carina confirmed. "Believe me, I can't believe it either. I would never imagine of doing that. She's lucky that it was an easy delivery. That's not always the case with multiples. Take this as a life lesson, Annabelle, if you ever have a baby, don't do what she did."

"To be fair, even I didn't know the interns would do that and I'm around here all the time. But I get your point." Put on the spot, Andrea laughed. "Well now I've lost them. But I don't know, call one Up and the other one Down. Open and Close. Roof and Basement." She gestured to a chair a few steps away. "Is it okay if I sit, or are you in the middle of anything?"

"That's because you've never asked," she pointed out. "It may not be their regular job description but I'm sure they'd rather do that than some of the scut the other attendings will give them. Would you rather clean a poopy sheet, or go get someone a bear from the gift shop?" she asked. Carina grinned. "I would hope nobody would do that to their child, but you never know." Gesturing to the same chair, she nodded. "No, no, sit, please. I've always got time for you, bambina."

"I don't know, I kind of get it - sometimes you just really need a magazine or a chocolate bar," Andrea laughed. "Well done with the elevator delivery, though, mom. I have a million puns about what to name those twins, but I'll spare you."

"No, that's when you get your partner to do it, and if you don't have one, you tell me what you want so I can make the interns do it," she told her. "È stupido. There's no excuse." Catina looked at her daughter curiously. "Like what?"